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Chapter 1277 Po Meng(13)

 It's a pity that the other party came at the wrong time. The flower of the other side has not yet bloomed, and has just withered. Only the leaves of the other side are left on this road to the underworld.

"Miss Wen Wen, now you can be trusted. The flowers on the other shore haven't bloomed yet. If you want to see the flowers on the other shore, you have to wait for almost a hundred years. If you want to pick the flowers on the other shore, you have to come back in a hundred years."

The two ghost attendants chased the woman in pink and quickly explained the reason why the flowers on the other side had not bloomed.

"Not really." The woman in pink was a little sad as she held the flower basket. "She also said that she would pick some Biangan flowers and put them in a vase for Ayan to see as a surprise for him, but now she can't do it."

"Miss Wen Wen, why don't we go out and have a look? There are other flowers in the underworld. Their gorgeous colors are no worse than the flowers on the other side. They bloom in full colors and are better for vases." The ghost servant suggested, while paying attention.

He looked at the Naihe Bridge not far away, for fear that the movement here would anger the man on the Naihe Bridge.

That person has a bad temper. Fortunately, the flowers on the other side are not in bloom. Otherwise, if he saw someone picking the flowers on the other side, I wonder if he would be angry.

The woman in pink clothes nodded and was about to leave with the basket in hand. Suddenly she saw the Naihe Bridge in the distance and stopped again. Under the horrified eyes of the ghost attendant, she walked towards the Naihe Bridge.

"Miss Wenwen, you can't go to that place." The two ghost attendants quickly blocked the way of the woman in pink and whispered, "Miss Wenwen, the one on the bridge is Po Meng, she has a bad temper, we'd better go somewhere else.

Don’t provoke Mrs. Meng.”

"I just went to take a look. Po Meng is not so stingy. I have heard of Po Meng's name for a long time, but I have never seen her before. It turns out that she is a beautiful woman. I thought she was an old woman before, but it is different from what I imagined.

"

The ghost attendant wanted to say something else, but the woman in pink had already passed the two ghost attendants and floated towards Naihe Bridge, and soon landed at the side of Naihe Bridge.

She looked at Qianyan, who also raised his head and glanced at her.

The woman in pink clothes walked up to the Naihe Bridge. After taking only two steps, she was hit back by a force that made her stagger.

"Stop at the Naihe Bridge." Qian Yan's cold voice sounded, "If you want to cross the Naihe Bridge, you have to go to the underworld to go through the procedures and drink Meng Po soup before you can cross."

The woman in pink clothes was beaten back by the power. Seeing that the power did not harm her, but just pushed her back, she was not angry. Instead, she was even more curious: "Are you Po Meng?"

Qian Yan doesn't want to answer such nonsense, why don't you understand?

When Qian Yan didn't answer, the woman in pink frowned and said, "I'm not going to be reincarnated. I just want to stand on the bridge and look at the scenery and the river below."

"You can jump down from the side to have a look." Qian Yan said, "If you jump down, you probably won't be able to come back up."

At this time, the woman in pink clothes finally felt Qian Yan's indifference. Looking at the legendary Naihe Bridge, she really wanted to go up and have a look, but she also knew that she was no match for the other party, so she didn't dare to go.

Seeing that Qianyan didn't pay much attention to her, she looked around and suddenly saw flowers blooming beside the bridge. She ran over with a basket and reached out to pick the flowers.

In an instant, the two ghost attendants shouted loudly: "Miss Wenwen, don't pick the Forget-You Flower!"

"Miss Wenwen, you can't pick it off!"

Wenwen heard it, but had no intention of stopping.

Why can’t we pick the flowers growing on the roadside?

When she was about to hold the stem of the flower, a sudden force hit her. The woman in pink screamed in pain and fell very far away in an instant.


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