Although the king of the underworld is in charge of one side of the underworld, he is still not detached from the six ways. He will also have his own love and hatred, and his own obsession.


    Jiang Lixing lowered his deep eyes and fixed his eyes on the red mark in his palm. This red mark, like the long hair of Meng Po, was a kind of obsession and doom.


    This is also a thousand years ago "she" left his mark, such as the red line, even if the millennium time flow, still can let two people meet again.


    When Jiang Lixing raised his eyes again, the red mark on his palm had disappeared.


    Jiang Li looked as like as two peas in the mirror. The glass mirror on the bathroom seemed to be filled with mist. There seemed to be two faces in a vague pattern. Chiang Li''s eyes could not help but be cloudy.


    "This is not where you should be."


    Jiang Lixing whispered in front of the mirror. The fog in the mirror slowly dissipated. No one answered him. When the fog was gone, only Jiang Lixing''s face was left in the mirror. At this time, this face was extremely pale.


    Jiang Lixing narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist gently.


    The last thing he wanted to see happened -


    "he" also came


    "He" is Jiang Ziwen, "he" is him, but not him.


    …………


    The underworld, the road to the netherworld.


    A black figure walking slowly on the huangquan Road, this is a road that can not be turned back, no matter which direction you go, and finally walk to the end, it is the Naihe bridge.


    The black figure strolled along the huangquan Road, looking at the ghosts on the road, he turned a blind eye, until he came to the end of Naihe bridge.


    The narrow and thin Naihe bridge is full of new ghosts, and under the bridge are those ferocious and terrifying poisonous insects.


    Standing quietly on the edge of the Naihe bridge, looking at the scenery under the bridge, the figure''s eye light is complex.


    "Your Highness."


    At this time, a bowl of soup was brought in front of the figure.


    "Your Highness, why are you so quick..."


    Meng Po''s words have not finished, suddenly the whole person stare big eyes.


    "What''s the matter?"


    The deep, magnetic male voice sounded softly in her ear.


    Meng Po was stunned.


    "Your hair It''s growing again. " At this time, the man suddenly spoke softly again.


    Mencius this just returned to God, some meaningful smile: "Your Highness, this has been said with me last time."


    "Is it?"


    Jiang Ziwen raised his eyes, and suddenly raised his lips slightly: "you see, the new ghosts on the Naihe bridge are trembling, the yellow spring road is full of scorched earth, but both sides of the road and on the Bank of the river are gorgeous."


    There is a kind of flower, more beautiful than blood, that is the other shore flower.


    Flowers in the nether world represent the color of death.


    "The flowers bloom and the leaves fall, the leaves bloom and the flowers wither. We will never see each other."


    One side of the Meng Po low whisper a, the expression on the face some sad.


    On the other side of the flower, on behalf of life and death, on behalf of separation, in the world is an ominous symbol.


    "Never see each other forever."


    Jiang Ziwen silently read what Meng Po had just said, and his long and narrow eyes were dark.


    When he finished this sentence, he suddenly turned gently and strode away.


    Looking at his back, Meng Po''s eyes twinkled.


    Although I don''t know what''s going on?


    What are the ghosts of the two princes?


    Well, even though they are ghosts But what''s so strange about it?


    "At this moment, a dark wind blew, and a tall and thin figure appeared behind Meng Po. He was wearing a red robe, with long hair and shoulders hanging down, and his face was pale.


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