"Since you know him, this matter is over." Qian Yan threw the bowl away and pushed Lu Jingce to Naihe Bridge, "Go and reincarnate."
The movements are simple and crude, making people's brows jump.
Chen Lingrong was angry, but she could only watch as Lu Jingce was led to the reincarnation pool.
You can't make Po Meng angry now, otherwise things will get messy and end badly. If anyone knew that she and Lu Jingce wanted to get through without drinking Po Meng's soup and get reincarnated as husband and wife, the Chen family wouldn't be able to save her at that time.
If that's the case, let's wait until next time. Anyway, decades in the human world only last a few dozen days in the underworld. They can wait until Lu Jingce is reincarnated next time to be together.
"Mr. Meng, your temper... is still the same." Chen Lingrong forced a smile, but the fists hidden in her sleeves were clenched.
Really, why are you awake now?
Qian Yan: "There are always people who don't drink soup obediently. How can you be good-tempered if you see him too much? If you hadn't known him, he would have been beaten."
Chen Lingrong didn't want to say more and said goodbye to Qian Yan.
As soon as he turned around, his smile disappeared and he left with a cold look on his face.
Such a good Mrs. Meng, she actually ruined her affairs.
It was calm for a while, but Qianyan could feel that the power of heaven was getting weaker and weaker.
Occasionally, I heard people discussing that human dynasties were beginning to collapse and were gradually heading towards chaos, and the princes from all sides were ready to take action.
On this day, the ghost waiter next to her took out a jug of wine and offered it to her. He also opened the lid of the jug very considerately, for fear that she would not be able to smell the aroma of the wine.
The wine pot is very beautiful. In the underworld, which is a bit dark even in broad daylight, the wine pot made of colored glass glows with radiance and is very beautiful.
The light red liquid was swaying in the wine pot, and the fruity and intoxicating smell floated out from the spout, hitting Qian Yan in the face.
Just one sniff makes people feel refreshed and full of yearning. The fruit used to brew this fruit wine is probably not ordinary.
At that moment, Qian Yan felt the involvement of the plot again, and had the urge to grab the wine bottle.
Before she could implement it, she had already suppressed this impulse.
I have to say that the power involved in the plot really affects her work. Fortunately, she is already very skilled in controlling it. This is the first time she has felt the powerful power of the plot.
She had felt this before, but it was just a storybook about a low-level world of martial arts, and the power of the plot was relatively weak, and it had almost no impact on her.
"Good wine." Qian Yan still praised him. Such a good wine must have belonged to the Demon King.
Even though this wine is made from precious fruits, it doesn’t taste spicy and doesn’t seem to be intoxicating. In fact, it is more intoxicating than ordinary wine. This wine itself has the effect of aiding sleep. Tiandao is currently in a period of weakness, and Po Meng is exposed to lethargy.
, these two shortcomings are greedy for drinking, and if you can't bear to drink this wine, you will naturally fall asleep.
Even when she smelled the wine, she felt it was extremely tempting, let alone Po Meng. Po Meng herself was in the middle of a plot at that time and had not awakened, so it was inevitable that she would be fooled.
When she received it, the ghost attendant said flatteringly: "Mr. Meng, let's go have a drink first. Just take care of the little one here."
Qian Yan walked over and sat down as the ghost servant wished.
She took out the wine glass and poured a glass of wine. The ghost waiter was secretly looking at her. When he saw her drinking a glass, he immediately laughed. He looked at the other ghost waiter and smiled even more happily.
When a ghost came to reincarnate, the two ghost attendants also distributed Meng Po soup seriously, without any slack, as if to prove to her that they were not lazy.