Quick Transmigration: The Sick and Delicate Villain Has a Deep Routine

Chapter 130 Either Pay Back the Money or Be My Wife

When you see it, you will be deceived in your feelings. This sentence Meng Xiao understood ten thousand years ago, but King Yama didn't understand it.

King Yan Luo fell on a person, got up, and fell on Shi Jiu again.

According to legend, drinking Mengpo soup can forget all troubles, all love and hatred.

The method of Mengpo soup is to take ghosts as guides, blend herbs collected from nurseries, and add half a bowl of Wangchuan water.

First take the ghosts that are judged to be sent to various places as human beings in the ten halls, and then add medicinal materials collected from the nursery to make a wine-like soup, divided into five flavors: sweet, bitter, pungent, sour, and salty.

Ghosts preparing to be reincarnated must drink it.

If there is a ghost that refuses to drink, hooks and knives will immediately appear under its feet to catch its feet, and a sharp copper pipe will pierce its throat.

Mengpo soup is placed in the copper pipe, but that is the way in the past. Now hell also pays attention to the humane way. If you don't want to drink, you should be knocked unconscious before pouring it.

If you don't want to be reincarnated well, do you want to suffer and suffer in hell?
Meng Xiaoshi said that the weather in Hell is very good today, there is no wind, and there is still a little light, so he moved a deck chair out to get some air.

Shijiu was lying on the recliner, Meng Xiaoshi was sitting on a stool beside him, and there was a small stove in front of him. On the stove was a red sandalwood pot, and the water in the pot was boiling.

The medicinal herbs were put into the red sandalwood pot one after another from the shelf in an orderly manner, the fire was turned down, and the lid was closed.

After a while, Shi Jiu saw that Meng Xiaoshi had boiled the soup with a small stove, and then lightly lit the stove with his fingertips, and the palm-sized red sandalwood pot flew up by itself, pouring water into rows of small teacups on the shelf inside.

Different teacups have different tea colors, and five tea colors correspond to five flavors.

It's not that Mengpo soup chose the ghost, but the ghost chose its own cup of tea soup.

How it feels to forget depends on their own choices.

Shi Jiu's hand rested loosely on the armrest of the recliner, and the black cat was lying at her feet.

Her eyes are like lacquer, her eyebrows are like distant mountains.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, half a smile but not a smile, as if in a cloud, silently looking at Meng Xiaoshi who was cooking Mengpo soup.

Last night, many things happened that made Shijiu feel embarrassed and hoped to forget them soon...

She was completely human, her black feathers receded, her wings became arms again...

Her ears turned into pointy ears, like elves' ears, and she lay naked on the bed.

So Shi Jiu got out of bed wrapped in a black sheet, turned on the lamp in the room, and wanted to take out a piece of clothing from the closet to put on.

There was only a black skirt in the closet, which was attached to the body, and a gauze dress of the same color was draped over it, revealing a slender neck and a pair of butterfly collarbones.

This body is Shi Jiu's body in the mental monitoring center, but now, she is thinner than before, looks sick, and can raise fish in her collarbone.

As a result, the skirt was a little too big, half of the collar drooped on the shoulders, and there was a scar on the white shoulder on the right, spreading from the shoulder to the heart.

A silver fork started from the shoulder, pierced the skin, was held by Shi Jiu's mother, and inserted straight into the heart.

Shi Jiu stretched out her finger and brushed over the scar, so ah, she hates the fork the most.

Why should there be such things in the world, even food, should be treated well at the moment before the final arrival.

She also wants to be treated well...

On the belt of the dress, there is a hairpin like a thorn, which is placed in the hair.

The black cat was still sleeping peacefully in the little den at the foot of the bed, and said a few words in sleep, meow, meow, meow, meow!Meow meow meow meow...

Shi Jiu gathered his outer shirt and walked out of the room.

But he saw an unexpected person, with flamboyant and ostentatious purple long hair hanging down his back.

With a lazy expression, he was wearing a pale pink robe with snow-white piping, holding an embroidered round fan in his hand, like a graceful and luxurious nobleman.

He stood at the door for an unknown how long, the two looked at each other, and Shi Jiu didn't know how to speak.

In the middle of the night, a man stood in front of the woman's door.

No matter how you look at it, it is not what a gentleman does.

This is King Yama, if you scold him, probably Shijiu will not be able to stay in hell anymore.

"You look the same as before. When did you get the injury on your shoulder..." He stood alone on the spot, and said sadly.

In a trance, it has been a thousand years.

The hatred for her has long since dissipated, and what is left now is only a phantom cast by obsession.

When she appeared in front of him, the phantom gradually became indistinct.

"Why don't you talk, do you want to go to hell?" He yawned. He didn't feel sleepy at first, but now he feels very sleepy.

His chin was lifted slightly, his long and narrow eyes were narrowed, and he looked at Shi Jiu.

Shi Jiu looked at the gauze garment that was dragged to the ground again, pulled it on his neck, and replied: "It was cut open by a fork when I was young."

"Don't you take yourself seriously as a person, why are you so young?"

He said angrily, but his eyes began to turn red, and tears were hidden in them.

When did she become a fragile person, like glass, fragile, short-lived...

Shi Jiu was a little dazed, but he understood that Shi Jiu probably had a deep hatred with King Yama in the past, and it was another deceptive relationship.

"Hey, why did you become a person? Aren't you a dangerous person that all the gods in the three thousand worlds can't deal with?" he roared.

Shi Jiu watched as the light in Meng Xiaoshi's room turned on, but she didn't come out of the room, giving Shi Jiu the space to deal with this matter alone.

"You and I are not what we were thousands of years ago. I don't understand myself now. I am a crow or a person. I will try my best to make up for your loss..."

Shi Jiu stood quietly on the spot, and said softly, the evening wind brushed the black skirt, she looked so light, as if she might be blown away at any moment.

"That's nice to say, then you return the 200 billion Hell Universal Currency that you cheated on me, and I will forgive you for what you did before, you liar." He stretched out his hand, Xiuya's fingers bent slightly, and she smiled coldly.

Shi Jiu pursed her lips, the bastard liar Shi Jiu, she also wanted to drag that liar out and beat him up, he dared to cheat King Yama's money.

If you come out to hang out, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

Compared with your deadly enemy, your deadly enemy is still waiting for you in hell.

"200 billion, can it be less, I have no money." Shi Jiu said very sincerely and frankly.

"No, if you can't repay the money, then you will be my wife." King Yan Luo said very sincerely and frankly.

Shi Jiu choked, forgot to breathe, and almost bit his own tongue.

Wife, have you skipped the link of dating?What's the difference between that and letting her sell herself?
What kind of mess is this? In the past, Shijiu was just a bastard. Why didn't he just cheat people out of 200 billion, and even cheated people's feelings, scumbag.

"I have a boyfriend, and I won't date anyone until I break up with him." She shook her head.

"Hehehe, then let's break up." The round fan in his hand was crushed in an instant.

"We won't break up. I've loved him all my life. We're engaged. I'll marry him in the future." Shi Jiu said firmly, with a determined and indifferent smile on his lips.

"Will you like someone? Hahaha, hahahaha..." He seemed to have heard a big joke, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Liar! Even if you really don't want to marry me, you don't have to lie to me like this."

Shi Jiu stood where he was, his long jet black hair blown back by the wind.

An undercurrent surged above the sky of hell, blood-red blood poured down, and wherever it went, there was a bright red color.

"If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine, it's not the same, young man You..." he sang softly, his pale pink robe was gradually stained with blood, "time ticks, do you remember, tell the truth, even a little, you remember me?"

He knew the answer, but he was still expecting something. He watched Shi Jiu's present life, from her entering Caramel's body, as the executor of the door.

He is like a mouse in the ditch, a flower in the bottom of the well, not wanton at all, not happy at all.

He saw her firm confrontation with the ghosts in the rainy night, and her gentle protection of the people or ghosts around her.

And the unrepentant love for that boy named Jingzhi until death.

She was still that liar Shijiu.

Even though he changed his personality, the characteristics of promiscuity and exploiting people's hearts in his flesh and blood remained the same.

But he still likes this liar, this scum, the closer he gets, the more he looks like a hedgehog.

But in her eyes, he is probably less than one in a million of that boy named Jing Zhi.

"The flowers that can grow in hell are planted everywhere by you. I feel upset when I look at them, but I still don't pull them out." He turned around and walked slowly.

"Don't call me King Yama, I'm Fuyun, the Fuyun that soars ninety thousand miles to the sky, not the erratic clouds in the sky."

Fuyun's arms drooped, and his cheeks were wet from the rain of blood from the sky.

And beside Shi Jiu, it was as if a barrier had been cut off, and the blood rain did not fall on top of her head.

"Fuyun, I will pay back the money." Shi Jiu said to Fuyun with a hoarse voice.

"I don't want money, I miss you." He whispered, his voice muffled, much lowered by the rain of blood.

Shi Jiu didn't hear clearly, she watched Fu Yun disappear at the door, and stood there for a while.

People in hell are probably too lonely to keep the feelings of a liar so carefully in their hearts for so long.

Comb Meng Xiaoshi's hair, give gifts, and read jokes, and she will remember herself for thousands of years.

The blood rain stopped after a while, and Shi Jiu saw that the lights in Meng Xiaoshi's room were also turned off.

What she didn't know was that Fuyun drank Wangchuan water all night beside the Wangchuan River behind the yard.

Had it not been for the fact that the god's body had not been harmed by anything, he would have been so full that he fell into the river and drowned.

The next day, when Meng Xiaoshi went out to fetch water from the Wangchuan River, he found a pink robe in the Wangchuan River.

She made a formula and sent the dress back.

People who drank Yama's bath water lived smoothly after reincarnation. It was God's bath water, with a bit of immortal energy, and it was better than Shiquan Dabu Dan.

Later in the middle of the night, Shi Jiu didn't sleep very well, tossing and turning, thinking of many ways how to make 200 billion quickly.

Selling yourself is out of the question.

However, if the object is Jing Zhi, it's fine to let her post 200 billion, and forget about the others.

Hence the scene of Shi Jiu sickly, listlessly lying on the rocking chair.

200 billion, the original liar Shijiu, can't she lie less?Never think about what to do after being caught.

I cheated myself to death.

"As much as you put in, as much as you put in will come out. This purple clay pot is a magic weapon." Meng Xiaoshi blinked and said with a smile.

Shi Jiu nodded when she heard the words, but a dark light flashed in her eyes, she couldn't help but smile, is this purple clay pot also a door?
She raised her head, and there was a dark red light flashing in and out of the dark sky.

That's probably how hell clears up.

Shi Jiu raised his head, and drew with his fingers on the faintly bright sky, drawing Jing Zhi's appearance.

want to see him.

His eyes are amber with galaxies flowing in them, his eyebrows are slender, and his crimson lips are as soft as cherry blossom petals when he is shy.

There is a green sweetness about him.

The young Jing Zhi is different from the big brother Jing Zhi, the latter is gorgeous and gorgeous, with a heart-scratching beauty.

If Jingmei was in the harem, causing harm to the country and the people, and the king would not go to court early, Shi Jiu felt that he could forgive her.

She likes being special to him, and therefore likes to treat him special.

The people who were once together gradually separated, and the same face was divided into two people.

She loved him when he was young, and loved him when he was an adult, because it was him, just him.

Shi Jiu didn't know how to deal with such feelings, or what the future would look like, so he could only firmly remember their past.

Human memory is so thin that it is always forgotten.

I can't remember the breath on his body, the temperature of his embrace, the voice of calling her name.

Just get back to him quickly.

Shi Jiu looked at Meng Xiaoshi, "Xiao Shi, can you lend me 200 billion?"

Meng Xiaoshi asked calmly: "What are you borrowing for? This is a lot of money."

"Give it back to Fuyun." She replied.

"Oh, so it's His Highness Hades. Just don't pay it back, he won't let you go." Meng Xiaoshi sighed and said seriously.

"It's small to cheat people's money, but it's big to cheat people's feelings. Back then, His Highness the King of Hades was still a child in his thousand years, and his heart was stolen by you and crushed into dregs. He made wishes every year on his birthday, You go to hell and fall into his hands, and then he will kill you with his own hands."

After listening to Meng Xiaoshi's explanation, Shi Jiu felt that he was not very well.

"How did I lie to him? Did I say that I wanted to marry him?"

"I said it, ten years, and said it every day, but he believed it. Why don't you marry me? Desperate." Meng Xiaoshi sighed.

She actually felt a little relieved, anyway, she wasn't the worst one to be deceived, didn't someone give her the last place?

The black cat meowed, wow, it can testify that the owner has indeed done this before, and cheated Fuyun of his wife's money.

"Well, Xiao Shi, is there anything that can evoke memories? Or something that can see past and present lives. I want to see what kind of strange woman I was in the past."

When Jiu Yu died, he felt that his head was bulging, a scumbag, a scumbag.

(End of this chapter)