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Underworld.

"I don't drink."

Meng Po was in tears, as no one had ever told her that she would meet such a "god" as Meng Po?

Has Taoism in the world developed to this extent?

Is the legendary cultivation of immortals true?

"I don't want to forget her."

The demon priest held his head high, full of righteousness.

"Who do you not want to forget?"

Mo Muyu's voice reached Mo Ji's ears.

"Who is speaking?"

Mo Ji looked left and right, but saw no one.

Mo Muyou's voice came again: "Here."

The demon priest carefully judged the source of the sound and slowly lowered his head.

"Little brat?"

Mo Muyu's red eyes flashed, and endless coldness emanated from his body.

Mo Ji showed a little more respect to Mo Muyu in front of him.

"You are so brave at such a young age, that's great."

Meng Po was confused. When did a child come? This child... is so handsome.

The King of Hell appeared quickly and pulled Meng Po away, leaving Mo Ji and Mo Muyu alone.

Meng Po didn't understand what the King of Hell was doing: "It seems that a little brat appeared over there."

The King of Hell quickly covered Meng Po's mouth and said, "What a little brat! This kid is very important. He can destroy the entire underworld by himself."

Although the King of Hell didn't know where Mo Muyu came from, since he was sent by Heaven, he must be no simple person.

Here.

Mo Ji is quite interested in Mo Muyu.

"Why did you come here? You don't want to drink Meng Po soup?"

Mo Muyou looked at him coldly: "No."

Mo Ji didn't think Mo Muyou was cold. Instead, he cared about Mo Muyou very enthusiastically.

"You have such a temperament, but you are from Kyoto?"

"Why did you die?"

Mo Muyou asked Mo Ji: "What about you? Why are you here?"

He heard Mo Yi say that the person in front of him was his father's love rival when he was in the Dark Ancient Continent.

Die for love.

Mo Ji sat down and said slowly: "Me? I fell in love with a woman, and I don't want to forget her, so I don't want to drink Meng Po soup."

"I have been practicing since I was young, and have acquired abilities that are different from those of ordinary people, but she doesn't love me. In order to protect her lover, I am willing to die for him."

Mo Muyou: “?”

Mo Ji continued, "She is a special woman. At the beginning, she and I were sworn enemies. We attacked each other by finding each other's weaknesses every day, but gradually, I found that I fell in love with her."

"But at that time, she had already fallen in love with another man."

"I wanted to kill that man, but when she cried, I softened my heart and finally chose to die for that man."

Mo Muyou: “…”

"How did you die?"

Mo Ji sighed and said, "He killed someone and was to be executed by the court. I chopped off his head for him."

Mo Muyou remained silent.

What kind of good guy is he?

"Maybe you should drink Meng Po soup."

Mo Muyu said lightly.

"No, I don't want to forget her."

When it comes to Mengpo soup, Moji becomes excited.

Mo Muyou looked at Mo Ji and continued to persuade him, "If you drink a sip of Meng Po soup, you can recall your memories of your past life. You can try drinking it first."

Mo Ji looked at Mo Muyou with a strange look: "Can you only drink one sip of this Meng Po soup?"

Mo Muyou nodded: "Take a sip and then decide whether to continue drinking."

Mo Ji still didn't believe Mo Muyu.

Seeing this, Mo Muyu picked up the extra Meng Po soup beside him and took a sip.

The Demon Sword Mo Muyu did this without any doubt. He picked up the Mengpo soup and took a sip.

Mo Muyu moved his fingers slightly, and the memories of his previous life flashed through Mo Ji's mind.

Mo Ji suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Muyu.

"you..."

Looking at Mo Muyou, who was 50% similar to Feng Jingyou, Mo Ji fell into deep thought.

"Are you Mo Wuchen's son?"

Mo Muyou curled his lips and smiled: "Yes."

"Do you still think you love that woman to death?"

Mo Muyu didn't believe that after having the memories of his past life, Mo Ji would still "love" this woman so much.

After all, not everyone can compare to his mother.

"Are your father and mother okay?"

Mo Ji looked at Mo Muyu and fell into memories.

Mo Muyou crossed his arms over his chest: "Can I be with you?"

They have a very good relationship and he is the one who does everything.

Nowadays, all the grudges and hatreds in this life in Mo Ji's mind seem to have faded.

In the previous life, it was too grand.

"Why are you here?"

Mo Ji looked at Mo Muyu strangely. Logically speaking - shouldn't he be in the Underworld Ancient Continent?

Mo Muyou replied: "It's very complicated."

After hearing this, Mo Ji stopped asking questions. He knew that Mo Wuchen and Feng Jingyou were not simple people.

Since Mo Muyu didn't want to say, he didn't ask any more questions.

"What's your name?"

"Mo Muyou."

"Mo Muyou..."

The demon priest lowered his head and murmured the name.

Sounds good.

"Drink."

Mo Muyou brought Mengpo soup to the demon sacrifice: "I wish you will never be unable to love again in your next life."

Mo Ji glanced at Mo Muyou and said, "Give your parents my regards."

After saying that, Moji drank a large bowl of Mengpo soup without even thinking about it.

With such a spectacular past life, what is this life? Who knows, maybe his next life will be just as spectacular.

What's more, Feng Jingyou's son handed him the Meng Po soup.

drink!

Soon, the memory of Demon Festival disappeared without a trace.

Mo Muyu handed him over to the King of Hell, who burst into tears of gratitude.

Finally, this big Buddha was sent away.

Mo Muyou said coldly: "He is in this state because he has not forgotten everything in his previous life. You can just let him enter reincarnation normally."

"it is good."

The King of Hell respectfully sent Mo Muyu away.

Mo Muyu also dealt with this "little incident" and returned comfortably to the top of the sky to refine poison.

Thirty years later.

The demon sacrifice entered reincarnation again.

Just like in his previous life, he still refused to enter the cycle of reincarnation, but this time the King of Hell held him down and forced him to drink it, and Mo Ji suffered a lot.

Mo Muyu looked at his "experiences" in this life and fell into deep thought.

He fell in love with a married woman and was unable to extricate himself from her, and was determined to commit suicide.

Mo Yi: “…”

"To some extent, this demon priest is also quite infatuated."

Mo Er shook his head: "You can say he is infatuated, but he falls in love with different types of women in every life. You can say he is not infatuated, but he refuses to enter reincarnation because of love."

Another twenty years passed.

The Demonic Sacrifice appears again in the cycle of reincarnation.

Mo Muyu took a glance - in this life, they loved each other and died for love.

"It's really infatuated."

——Demon Sacrifice, End——