"But Meng Po?" Wuming pierced Su Jin's heart with another sword, raised his eyes and looked at the gorgeous woman who walked out like tears and pear blossoms.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, revealing the fangs between his teeth, and his graceful figure suddenly turned into a colorful snake, biting Wuming fiercely.

"Bang."

Wuming's body jumped up, released dazzling golden light all over his body, and showed the golden body of an Arhat. He slapped the snake's head with a palm, and fiercely hit the huge snake body back.

"Meng Qi, are you crazy? Haven't I reminded you that he is an Arhat, and an Arhat can kill Meng Po!" The reborn Su Jin was furious and flew in front of Meng Po in the air and scolded him.

The skull of the snake cracked under the Arhat's Vajra palm, and blood flowed. Her eyes were filled with pain, but her eyes were gentle.

She gently rubbed Su Jin's chest with her head, and the blood dyed her white clothes red, and she felt a hint of warmth.

It's been countless years.

Back then, she fell in love with her first love, but was deceived by a traitor and caused her life to be killed. Her heart became cold and her soul fell into boundless darkness, and she suffered from torture day after day.

Later, she had Sanqi and had the motivation to continue to live. In this deserted sea of ​​800 miles of sand, the mother and daughter depended on each other for their own lives.

She is vicious, she is vicious, she kills people and eats ghosts, she is capricious, she is a famous femto scorpion woman in the underworld. People covet her beauty while being afraid of her viciousness.

She thought that this would be the case in her life. In the future, she would find a sincere relationship for the foolish Sanqi, find someone who can take care of her for the rest of her life, and let her escape from the cage of 800 miles. And she would guard the wind and sand in the sky and grow old slowly.

Meng Po, Meng Po, isn’t it just that he is old, hunched, and has a twilight life?

But she didn't expect that she would meet that person at that time.

She clearly remembered that on that day, a strong wind blew in the underworld, and her body was in secret, and the pain was heartbroken, and it was so painful that it was so painful that it was so painful that it swallowed her little snake like a purgatory.

She was afraid that Sanqi's silly girl was worried, so she didn't dare to go out, so she could only lock herself in the room, lie on the bed, rolling in pain, her body turned into a human form, and then turned into a giant snake.

Just as she was in pain, she suddenly smelled a sweet smell.

The human soul has no taste, and only the immortal soul can exude such a sweet smell.

At that time, she wanted to eat him.

So she endured the pain, opened the door and walked out.

At this time, the person in her eyes should be a lustful and romantic seed, and the light that she hated was surging in her eyes.

For some reason, she felt secretly happy in the face of this disgusting light. Since the other party was not a good person, she would not have any psychological burden if she ate him.

However, what surprised her was that this person was really a gentleman, a... very strange gentleman.

Not to mention being as gentle as jade, it is a stinking problem, especially the odor of the mouth.

The mouth is very smelly.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of person would not be looked at by her for a second time. If she couldn't eat it, she would be killed. But she never thought that this person would be immortal.

In desperation, she took him in.

His arrival added endless color to the peaceful and lonely life of the mother and mother.

Since then, every day, she was so angry that her heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt. The most crazy thing is that she couldn't kill him no matter how hard she was!

Days pass day by day.

The man was idle, but he didn't care about Sanqi's ugliness at all. He would hold the little Sanqi in his arms and tell her stories on a stormy night.

The man had a bad temper and was a firecracker. He could explode at a glance, but no matter how angry he was, he would just scold him as a bastard and a prodigal girl. There was also a fool she couldn't understand. He would never reveal her scars. He wouldn't be angry with Miss Sanqi. So much so that the dead girl quickly turned to the camp and saw that Wei's mother was scolded, she had no reaction...

If the eight hundred miles of the Yellow Spring is always as cold as a knife, with a storm and a dark sun. But as long as he and Sanqi are here, then it will not be colder, right?

Even though, she knew very well that he didn't like himself.

And I am not worthy of him...

...

"Mengpo, I will never live to you, and I will definitely repay you in the next life." The boundless memories are like a dream bubble, like a flash of white horses, and it will be fleeting. Mengpo came to her senses, but she heard the monk's sigh in her ears.

What kind of fake compassion is this?

Because of my own selfishness, I have conceived my life, so what else should I say to repay it in the next life?

Will there be a next life after Meng Po’s death?

As if he saw the ridicule in Meng Qi's eyes, Wuming pondered for a moment, took out a treasure bag from his arms, and presented it with his hands holding the golden short sword: "Mo Ke Wuliang, Manzhu Shahua, this is the peerless flower recorded in the Lotus Sutra. The flowers bloom like fire, enough to illuminate the underworld. Meng Po can choose one person, plant it, and cultivate it carefully. When the flowers bloom in the underworld, I will return to redeem my sins today."

Meng Qi had heard of Manzhu Shahua and knew that it was a legendary treasure. But, just because of this, would she have to replace her life?

"We don't care about your flowers, and we hate your hypocritical face even more." As Meng Qi pondered, the man who was standing in front of him was angry, but he slapped the secret bag away and pointed at Wuming's nose and scolded him.

Meng Qi smiled.

It feels great if someone maintains it.

But why did you smile and burst into tears without being controlled in your eyes?

Just like rain.

"Amitabha." The treasure bag fell to the ground. Wuming did not pick it up, but held his golden short sword tightly.

His heart is as strong as his heart. No matter what happens today, he will kill Meng Po!

"Meng Qi, go back to your room, he can't kill me." In Meng Qi's eyes, the man pushed his head hard, his attitude as bad as ever.

If it were in the past, Meng Qi would have swallowed him in one bite, bit him hard with his fangs and sharp teeth for a while, and then swallowed him into his stomach, and then ate some messy things randomly, all of which were poured on him, angering him to jump.

But now, she just shook her head, knocked the man away with her head, and silently burned the blood in her heart that had accumulated over the past countless years. On her body, the thick armor emitted five-colored light, opened her mouth wide, and bit Wuming's head hard: "The blood of the Arhat can kill Mengpo, and Mengpo's blood can also kill Arhat. Wuming, I have something to protect with my life, so I won't die so easily."

"Amitabha." Wuming raised the golden short sword and cut the palm with his sword. The golden blood flowed out of the wound, turning into golden flames, attached to the short sword, and stabbed Meng Qi with one sword.

"Chew!"

There were traces of gods and Buddhas in the sky faintly appeared in the sky. In the phantom, Wuming was wearing a colorful cassock and a solemn appearance, and he was chanting the mantras and Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
Chapter completed!