Scorching Yellow Springs Sheng on the Other Side

There was always a portrait hanging above Liang Mengsheng's bed. The man was dressed in red and stood among a field of flowers on the other side, so coquettish as hell.

This painting has no facial features, but anyone who has seen it can tell at a glance that the person in the painting is the emperor who ruled under the Nine Springs: Yan Jun!

Bai Wuchang once asked: "Mengsheng, you are not a ghost. You have been willing to work in this hell for hundreds of years. Is it for Yan Jun?"

The old Li who was cleaning once asked: "Mengsheng, are you yearning for Yan Jun? Were you two lovers?"

The little ghost once asked: "Mengsheng, I thought you liked Meng Po from Naihe Bridge, but I didn't expect you to like Yan Jun from the underworld! Mengsheng, that person is Yan Jun, you can't be together..."

"Birth... This person is not good, you can't be together..."

An old voice resounded in the ear, followed by blood red all over the sky, just like the Manzhushahua in Huangquan, Liang Mengsheng opened his eyes suddenly.

When I woke up, my eyes were dry!

The errands in the underworld all said that Yan Jun had returned, and that handsome face had captivated the hearts of many ghosts.

But no matter how beautiful the flower is, it belongs to someone else.

Bai Wuchang said: Mengsheng, Yan Jun brought back a woman called 'Jing'er' that day, that woman's celestial appearance, I feel pity for her, and Yan Jun loves her very much.

Liang Mengsheng's watering hands trembled, and even his thick eyelashes trembled. He smiled and replied, "This is very good!"

Before Bai Wuchang left, he finally couldn't help it anymore, and slapped Liang Mengsheng on the back of the head with one hand: "Liang Mengsheng, you really didn't mean it! You're still laughing at this moment, but I really want to know when you will cry!"

When will you cry?Liang Mengsheng thought, no, he will never cry again, all his tears were shed when he saw the redness of the island hundreds of years ago.

A new person came to Naiheqiao to take over the job of Meng Po. That person also wore a gray sarong, but he was not as good-looking as Meng Po.

Liang Meng was born in Japan as usual and went to water the Manzhushahua on the edge of Huangquan, but what he saw when he came there was a mess.The [-]-li Manzhushahua was folded by something for dozens of miles, and the bright red petals were folded in the yellow spring water and dyed a bright red.

Liang Mengsheng felt a little pain in his heart. These flowers have been with him for hundreds of years, and many of them have already given birth to flower spirits. Today they are so broken...

At this time, a huge white shadow rushed from the side, Liang Mengsheng had no time to react, and was slapped on the ground by the giant shadow's claws, spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

This is a giant white magic dog, several times bigger than Liang Mengsheng.

Seeing that Liang Mengsheng could still move, the magic dog dropped its fat and huge paws again, as if it wanted to kill him.

For a long time, what was waiting in the silent Huangquan was not Liang Mengsheng's screams, but a shock.

The magic dog stuck a dagger in its neck, stared out its eyes, and fell into the flowers.

Liang Mengsheng got up tremblingly from the ground, his forehead was covered with blood, and his front was also covered with blood. Before he could stand still, he was slapped in the face!

He fell on the Bianhua branch again, and the hard branches and leaves pierced into his flesh, leaving a dark red fingerprint on his pale face.

"How dare you kill our girl's pet dog!"

"Aya, who is this person?"

"Mengsheng, Mengsheng, are you doing well? Jun Yan, Mengsheng didn't kill Miss Jinger's pet dog on purpose, please forgive me!"

"What do you mean it was not intentional? Killing our girl's pet dog is a crime!"

For a long time, I only heard a bone-cold voice:

"Bai Wuchang, throw this man into the evil ghost spring and stay overnight. If he can come back alive, this matter will be over..."

……

Liang Mengsheng felt cold, and his vision began to blur. He vaguely saw that familiar figure, but after hundreds of years, that person was still good-looking, but he no longer liked wearing that red dress.

Looking at the boy and girl cuddling together in front of him, Liang Mengsheng smiled...

Ah Ya!Ah Ya!Many years ago, there was a boy who kept saying these two words on his lips. At that time, the boy was happy, and he also thought that he could always say these two words happily, but it was a pity that good luck tricked people...

Throw this person into the ghost spring and stay overnight... Yan Jun, after so many years, you finally let me see your ruthlessness in person!

Liang Mengsheng fainted, his face was ashen, his lips were pale!When Bai Wuchang was supporting his body, he saw that the back of his shirt was wet with blood.

Bai Wuchang didn't want Liang Mengsheng to go to the Evil Ghost Spring. Almost none of those who went there could come back alive, let alone Liang Mengsheng suffered such a serious injury...

"Yan Jun, the dream gave birth to him..."

Yan Jun hugged the beauty who had lost his beloved dog in his arms, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow, he looked at Bai Wuchang and said: "Bai Wuchang, the hell has its rules!"

yes!The underworld has its rules, and the decision made by Yan Jun has never been changed!