Meng Po really wanted to know what Lu Hen Ge’s choice would be.

This is not just her pleasure, it is her mission.

After a long time.

Lu Hen Ge reached out for the purple soup bowl. Seeing this, Meng Po warned him, "This bowl of purple soup is filled with your pain. Once you drink it, you will be tortured by it again and again, and it will be difficult for you to wake up."

"To put it another way, even if you wake up, I will still kill you, and your end will still be extremely miserable."

"Have you thought about it?"

Lu Hen Ge's outstretched hand stopped again.

Just when Meng Po thought Lu Hen Ge would change his mind, Lu Hen Ge raised his head and asked blankly, "What is pain?"

Meng Po: ...

yes!

Lu Hen Ge doesn’t even know what happiness is now, so how can he know what pain is?

Happiness and pain were two extremely unfamiliar words to Lu Hen Ge, and he had no idea what they were.

Think of this.

Meng Po was a little confused: "Then why do you want to drink purple soup?"

"Even if you don't know what pain is, you should be able to roughly guess which one is better."

Lu Hen Ge nodded.

He could indeed guess it.

after all.

Meng Po soup erases his memory, not his IQ.

Seeing this.

Meng Po was even more puzzled.

Lu Hen Ge looked down at the purple medicine, his eyes flickering with an inexplicable meaning. "It's just a hunch. There's no special reason. I just wanted to choose this."

Meng Po was silent for a long time, then smiled again: "I hope you won't regret your choice."

Said.

Meng Po pushed the purple soup bowl over.

Lu Hen Ge picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Meng Po's eyes were complicated.

She suddenly felt that she had been too thorough. If Lu Hen Ge had retained some memories of happiness and pain, he might have chosen the colorless soup bowl.

But that's the end of it.

Meng Po wouldn't say much either.

This is fate.

It is also cause and effect.

Since Lu Hen Ge chose to embrace the pain, she should also accept it calmly.

Bang!

The soup bowl hit the ground and broke into pieces.

Endless pain drilled into Lu Hen Ge's mind, as if to tear his soul apart. All the negative things that Lu Hen Ge had deliberately forgotten in the depths of his memory were dug out.

Lu Hen Ge curled up into a ball, holding his head.

Right at this moment.

Song Mingdao emerged from Lu Henge's body and saw Lu Henge wailing in pain. His expression instantly became serious, and he stared at Meng Po intently: "What on earth do you want to do?"

Song Mingdao's memory also recovered.

He even remembered the cycle repeating itself thousands of times.

Meng Po raised her eyelids and glanced at Song Mingdao: "You have the aura of the Burial Emperor Peak. I won't bother with a junior like you."

In front of Meng Po, Song Mingdao is indeed a junior.

In desperation, Song Mingdao could only start playing the emotional card: "Meng Po, Lu Hen Ge is a good person. You can't kill a good person by mistake. This will damage your Yin De."

Meng Po chuckled and said, "You kid even knows about Yin De. It seems that your status in the Burial Emperor Peak is not low."

Song Mingdao didn't want to argue.

Meng Po retracted her gaze and said, "Since ancient times, I have saved countless souls, including those at the level of Immortal Emperors. I have accumulated enough Yin De."

"Even if I kill Lu Henge, it won't cost me much in terms of my Yin De. Thinking that Yin De would make me worry is too naive."

Song Mingdao sighed: "He is Daozi."

"Even if he is the leader of the Taoist sect, he has to abide by my rules when he comes to my place. If you don't believe me, then leave here and ask the Taoist sect."

Meng Po sneered.

Song Mingdao was helpless.

He won't eat anything!

The key is.

He couldn't beat Meng Po.

Just leaving Lu Hen Ge's body and talking to Meng Po in the form of a soul was already exhausting.

Although on the surface Meng Po does not seem to be an Immortal Emperor, but in terms of strength, she may not be inferior to the Immortal Emperor level.

In his heyday, Song Mingdao was just a waiter, not to mention that he is now just a soul.

Meng Po cleaned up the pot of soup and gathered up some of the surrounding debris, as if she was ready to pack up and run away.

Song Mingdao didn't ask.

He knew the truth, and even if he asked, Meng Po would not tell him.

Meng Po packed up her things and then looked at Song Mingdao: "You cultivators pay the most attention to fate and cause and effect."

"Whether Lu Hen Ge lives or dies in the end, it's his fate. It's not my business, nor yours."

Song Mingdao's eyes flashed slightly.

Next second.

Another Lu Sheng appeared.

Lu Sheng, who was formed by the Naihe Bridge, woke up from his deep sleep. Seeing Meng Po dressed for a long journey, he frowned slightly and asked, "Meng Po, where are you going?"

Meng Po rarely explained: "Leave the fairyland and go to the place where I was born."

Lived from ancient times to the present.

Meng Po has never left the underworld.

Why are you leaving so suddenly?

"Meng Po, if you leave, what will happen to the underworld?" Lu Sheng naturally didn't want Meng Po to leave. After all, the person that the Void Dojo was afraid of was Meng Po, not the Yellow Springs Road and Naihe Bridge.

Meng Po did not answer.

She wanted to leave, but no one could stop her.

Before leaving, Meng Po glanced at Lu Henge, who had been tortured to the point of falling into a coma, and kindly reminded Song Mingdao: "Leave his body. The closer you get to him, the more miserable your death will be in the future."

The reason why he reminded Song Mingdao was also for the sake of Zangdi Peak.

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