Godly Farmer Doctor: Arrogant Husband, Can’t Afford to Offend! - Chapter 1845

Seeing him in a dilemma, Bai Hao only smiled and said: “Nothing, I think of it myself.”

Zhou Tiantian did not know what to say, only bowed his head and stopped making a sound.

When I saw the atmosphere changing, I had to continue to shift the topic: “Where did your owner suddenly go? Seeing that he was very anxious, he took a bottle on the table.”

Zhou Tiantian glanced at the position where the crystal vial was hollowed out. It was also a look of surprise: “Here, here is the tear bottle of Meng Po, the owner took the tear bottle and left?” he asked.

Bai Hao nodded: “Yeah, I saw that he took a bottle from here and left. I don’t know who it is.”

“It’s Meng Po, the bottle in this position, has always been Meng Po, strange, what did he do with Meng Po’s tear bottle? Isn’t Meng Po crying? It’s impossible!”

White question: “Why not? Why can’t Mengcha cry?” Bai Yu looked at Zhou Tiantian inexplicably, waiting for him to explain.

Zhou Tiantian said: “Meng Po is in a high position in the Hades. It is not easy for her to go to this step. The heart must be hard, the feelings should be cold, and the secular should be light and light, so that it can be repaired.”

“So?” asked Bai Yu.

Zhou Tiantian said: “So, such a half god, such as Meng Po, has seen many sorrows and joys in the bridge, fearing that even her own countless, such Meng Po, how could there be tears.”

Bai Yan can’t agree with Zhou Tiantian’s words: “If you can say this, the first person has seven emotions and six desires. Even if it becomes a ghost, there is something that he can’t give up. For example, if someone is dead, it is obvious that they can go back to reincarnation, but they are biased. I chose to stay in the world because they have something that they can’t afford even if they die. Meng Po is the same. Why doesn’t she reincarnate, but she wants to be Meng Po? I think there must be a reason for this.”

Zhou Tiantian was speechless, and my sister said yes, isn’t he the same?

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On the other side of the bridge, Meng Po stood in front of a large bucket as usual, and handed a bowl of bowl of her carefully smelted water to the ghost of the bridge.

A bowl of forgetting Sichuan, a bowl of forgetting Sichuan.

Forgetting Sichuan into the abdomen, the past love and hate all kinds of species, all disappeared without a trace.

Someone did not hesitate to drink, as if they could not wait to forget those bad memories.

Some people are crying, they are not willing to swallow the soup, and they want to see more of those faces in memory.

The yin wind rises and falls, and Jun Hengheng appears on the bridge of Naihe, and the sharp eyes of the two sharp sweeps over where they are.

Did not find any strange.

He went to Meng Po and asked, “What happened just now?”

Meng Po didn’t even lift her head, and she didn’t look at Jun Hengheng. She only whispered, “I don’t know what you mean?”

Jun Hengheng said: “You just cried, and a lot of ghost tears, this is very rare.”

Meng Po remembered that his tear bottle is now in the custody of the little master.

“Seven of His Royal Highness, my Mengpo’s business, do you still need a pile to report to you?” He was a little bit in his heart.

Jun Hengheng sneered: “Of course not, but since you know this, then I will investigate later, please understand.”

Meng Po handed a bowl of soup to the hand of a little girl. She was a girl of five or six years old, wearing a pattern of a sky blue embroidered duckling.

The girl took the soup from Meng Po, and did not rush to eat. The sly singer thanked Meng Bu, and it was crisp and blunt: “Beautiful aunt, when will my mother pick me up? What do you give me? I Mom said that she could not accept the food of strangers.”