No one pays attention to Jiang Xiaoyin
Lord Meng Po? Jiang Xiaoyin squatted down, put her head on the table and called Meng Po in a low voice
However, she clearly saw that the Leng Meiren moved her eyebrows after she finished calling, but she could not see any other reactions from the other party.
Take her as air
Forget it, she's going outside to bask in the sun
This sun is so strange. Although it looks quite bright, it doesn't feel warm at all.
Jiang Xiaoyin sat on the threshold, bored and could only look at Meng Po.
My name seems to be Jiang Xiaoyin, and I feel that Meng Po knows me
Why did Meng Po from the underworld know me?
She should only know that the name Jiang Xiaoyin is not Jiang Xiaoyin's appearance
What if I am not Jiang Xiaoyin?
After all, who is Jiang Xiaoyin?
I still remember what computer and TV are in my mind, and how to eat and sleep, but Jiang Xiaoyin has no memory of her information about herself
Meng Qi A cold and hard voice came from Jiang Xiaoyin's head
She raised her head and could only see the person's chin
He is a man, his skin is wheat-colored, his voice is fierce, he feels like a bad person
What's the matter? After being called out by someone's full name, Meng Qi didn't even raise her head. She flipped through a page of the book and said in a tone that she would be quick to let go, "Don't call me your name if you're fine, I don't like listening to you."
Don’t you plan to report to me if you drink Mengpo soup for Shenghun?
Cui Jue, take care of your own business
Cui Jue?
It seems that a ghost said before that Judge Cui is so handsome. Is it him?
Jiang Xiaoyin stared at Cui Jue's Adam's apple, feeling that she was tilting her head a little uncomfortable, and because she was bent too much, she seemed to be unable to maintain balance.
Bang
She fell backwards on Cui Jue's leg
I don't know if it was intentional, but Cui Jue lowered his head as if he finally found that there was such a person under his feet.
Maybe it was an illusion. Jiang Xiaoyin always felt that Cui Jue was very unfriendly when she looked at her, and she felt like she had done something wrong.
Hello, she smiled dryly, got up from the ground, and then slipped behind Meng Qi and hid herself.
E Koon
Cui Jue pronounced Jiang Xiaoyin's name word by word
Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an were still confiscated in the eighteenth floor of hell, so you should come to the underworld first
Fan Wujiu?
Xie Bi'an?
Who is that?
What is the relationship with her?
A series of questions lingered in Jiang Xiaoyin's mind. She thought for a while and found that she really couldn't remember it and asked: Who are they? Do I know them? Sorry, I don't remember anything.
The black-faced man with a straight face that he should not enter without getting into a strange person. He did not answer Jiang Xiaoyin's question, but turned to Meng Qi and said: She can't stay with you.
Which underworld rule is that she cannot be with me?
Finding that Jiang Xiaoyin was holding her clothes tightly, Meng Qi put down the book and pulled her from behind her and comforted her softly: Don't be afraid
Meng Qi, she is a soul. Looking at the interaction between the two, Cui Jue's face became darker
I know
Your man drank Mengpo soup for Shenghun
What? Joint and several liability? Do I have to punish me?
I need to find out why the soul appears on the Naihe Bridge
It turned out that Judge Cui was here to compete with me for someone. I figured out his purpose, but Meng Qi raised her lips and smiled. I'm so sorry, I also need to use her to do the experiment and get the antidote for Mengpo Soup.
Why?
Jiang Xiaoyin pointed at her nose and muttered in a low voice: So am I a lie mouse?
Then do you want to go with Cui Jue? Meng Qi supported herself on the table with one hand, leaving Jiang Xiaoyin with a place to walk out.
Just looking up at Cui Jue's black face, Jiang Xiaoyin began to shake her head like a rattle and refuse
She would rather be a guinea pig for Leng Meiren than leave with this black-faced judge
I feel like I will be thrown into the eighteenth level hell at any time, or I will never be able to get out of that kind
Is there anything else that Mr. Cui?
Cui Jue was driven out with a bright attitude by Meng Qi, but he was no longer angry. He raised his foot to Jiang Xiaoyin, looked down at the woman with ignorance and silly face: My judge's house is at the end of this street
After saying that, he stopped staying, but before stepping out of the hall, he stopped for a few seconds.
Meng Qi, take her to see Lord Hell once
Cui Jue is gone
Jiang Xiaoyin was left aside by Meng Qi again, as if the person who comforted her softly just now had never existed.
Lord Mengpo
……
Lord Mengpo, I'm so bored
……
Lord Mengpo, you are so beautiful
Shut up
Meng Qi, who could not bear it, scolded him. After meeting Jiang Xiaoyin's eyes that were both aggrieved and lost, she rubbed her forehead and threw her work card on the table to her. When she went out, she asked someone where the Hall of Hell was. Go and play with the King of Hell by herself. Remember to come back before dark, don't let me pick you up in person.
OK!
Finally ready to go out to play
Jiang Xiaoyin happily held Meng Qi's work sign and started jumping towards the door. However, after going out, she thought about it and turned back to Meng Qi, bent down and kissed her on the cheek without any defense: Love you
The memories in her mind told her that if she likes and thanks someone, she should tell her, and kissing her face is one of the ways to express her like
Then I'll go play
Jiang Xiaoyin, who could go out to play, didn't notice it. Meng Qi behind her touched her kissed cheek, stared at her back thoughtfully, and had not turned the book to the next page for a long time.
Outside Meng Po Mansion
Jiang Xiaoyin stood on the street and looked back at Meng Po’s house: Don’t enter the house if you are idle.
It turns out that Meng Po’s house is called this name
However, Jiang Xiaoyin took a closer look and found a sign called Mengpo Office on the side of the gate. It was not hung, so it was thrown on the ground and leaned against the wall. There was a layer of dust on it.
The Hall of Hell, the Hall of Hell, her next destination is the Hall of Hell.
What kind of person is Lord Hell? Since Lord Mengpo can let her go to play with King Hell, she should be a good person to get along with, right?
The underworld streets look a bit like what she should have in her head in ancient times, but it is a bit strange because these open door-to-door house plaques are very modern.
It also says strange and different styles of names such as casual hotels, don't sleep, high bars, military supermarkets, etc.
She even met an anime shop
Should there be these things in the underworld? Jiang Xiaoyin, who knows that she has forgotten a lot of things, is really not sure
Lord Meng Po? Jiang Xiaoyin squatted down, put her head on the table and called Meng Po in a low voice
However, she clearly saw that the Leng Meiren moved her eyebrows after she finished calling, but she could not see any other reactions from the other party.
Take her as air
Forget it, she's going outside to bask in the sun
This sun is so strange. Although it looks quite bright, it doesn't feel warm at all.
Jiang Xiaoyin sat on the threshold, bored and could only look at Meng Po.
My name seems to be Jiang Xiaoyin, and I feel that Meng Po knows me
Why did Meng Po from the underworld know me?
She should only know that the name Jiang Xiaoyin is not Jiang Xiaoyin's appearance
What if I am not Jiang Xiaoyin?
After all, who is Jiang Xiaoyin?
I still remember what computer and TV are in my mind, and how to eat and sleep, but Jiang Xiaoyin has no memory of her information about herself
Meng Qi A cold and hard voice came from Jiang Xiaoyin's head
She raised her head and could only see the person's chin
He is a man, his skin is wheat-colored, his voice is fierce, he feels like a bad person
What's the matter? After being called out by someone's full name, Meng Qi didn't even raise her head. She flipped through a page of the book and said in a tone that she would be quick to let go, "Don't call me your name if you're fine, I don't like listening to you."
Don’t you plan to report to me if you drink Mengpo soup for Shenghun?
Cui Jue, take care of your own business
Cui Jue?
It seems that a ghost said before that Judge Cui is so handsome. Is it him?
Jiang Xiaoyin stared at Cui Jue's Adam's apple, feeling that she was tilting her head a little uncomfortable, and because she was bent too much, she seemed to be unable to maintain balance.
Bang
She fell backwards on Cui Jue's leg
I don't know if it was intentional, but Cui Jue lowered his head as if he finally found that there was such a person under his feet.
Maybe it was an illusion. Jiang Xiaoyin always felt that Cui Jue was very unfriendly when she looked at her, and she felt like she had done something wrong.
Hello, she smiled dryly, got up from the ground, and then slipped behind Meng Qi and hid herself.
E Koon
Cui Jue pronounced Jiang Xiaoyin's name word by word
Fan Wujiu and Xie Bi'an were still confiscated in the eighteenth floor of hell, so you should come to the underworld first
Fan Wujiu?
Xie Bi'an?
Who is that?
What is the relationship with her?
A series of questions lingered in Jiang Xiaoyin's mind. She thought for a while and found that she really couldn't remember it and asked: Who are they? Do I know them? Sorry, I don't remember anything.
The black-faced man with a straight face that he should not enter without getting into a strange person. He did not answer Jiang Xiaoyin's question, but turned to Meng Qi and said: She can't stay with you.
Which underworld rule is that she cannot be with me?
Finding that Jiang Xiaoyin was holding her clothes tightly, Meng Qi put down the book and pulled her from behind her and comforted her softly: Don't be afraid
Meng Qi, she is a soul. Looking at the interaction between the two, Cui Jue's face became darker
I know
Your man drank Mengpo soup for Shenghun
What? Joint and several liability? Do I have to punish me?
I need to find out why the soul appears on the Naihe Bridge
It turned out that Judge Cui was here to compete with me for someone. I figured out his purpose, but Meng Qi raised her lips and smiled. I'm so sorry, I also need to use her to do the experiment and get the antidote for Mengpo Soup.
Why?
Jiang Xiaoyin pointed at her nose and muttered in a low voice: So am I a lie mouse?
Then do you want to go with Cui Jue? Meng Qi supported herself on the table with one hand, leaving Jiang Xiaoyin with a place to walk out.
Just looking up at Cui Jue's black face, Jiang Xiaoyin began to shake her head like a rattle and refuse
She would rather be a guinea pig for Leng Meiren than leave with this black-faced judge
I feel like I will be thrown into the eighteenth level hell at any time, or I will never be able to get out of that kind
Is there anything else that Mr. Cui?
Cui Jue was driven out with a bright attitude by Meng Qi, but he was no longer angry. He raised his foot to Jiang Xiaoyin, looked down at the woman with ignorance and silly face: My judge's house is at the end of this street
After saying that, he stopped staying, but before stepping out of the hall, he stopped for a few seconds.
Meng Qi, take her to see Lord Hell once
Cui Jue is gone
Jiang Xiaoyin was left aside by Meng Qi again, as if the person who comforted her softly just now had never existed.
Lord Mengpo
……
Lord Mengpo, I'm so bored
……
Lord Mengpo, you are so beautiful
Shut up
Meng Qi, who could not bear it, scolded him. After meeting Jiang Xiaoyin's eyes that were both aggrieved and lost, she rubbed her forehead and threw her work card on the table to her. When she went out, she asked someone where the Hall of Hell was. Go and play with the King of Hell by herself. Remember to come back before dark, don't let me pick you up in person.
OK!
Finally ready to go out to play
Jiang Xiaoyin happily held Meng Qi's work sign and started jumping towards the door. However, after going out, she thought about it and turned back to Meng Qi, bent down and kissed her on the cheek without any defense: Love you
The memories in her mind told her that if she likes and thanks someone, she should tell her, and kissing her face is one of the ways to express her like
Then I'll go play
Jiang Xiaoyin, who could go out to play, didn't notice it. Meng Qi behind her touched her kissed cheek, stared at her back thoughtfully, and had not turned the book to the next page for a long time.
Outside Meng Po Mansion
Jiang Xiaoyin stood on the street and looked back at Meng Po’s house: Don’t enter the house if you are idle.
It turns out that Meng Po’s house is called this name
However, Jiang Xiaoyin took a closer look and found a sign called Mengpo Office on the side of the gate. It was not hung, so it was thrown on the ground and leaned against the wall. There was a layer of dust on it.
The Hall of Hell, the Hall of Hell, her next destination is the Hall of Hell.
What kind of person is Lord Hell? Since Lord Mengpo can let her go to play with King Hell, she should be a good person to get along with, right?
The underworld streets look a bit like what she should have in her head in ancient times, but it is a bit strange because these open door-to-door house plaques are very modern.
It also says strange and different styles of names such as casual hotels, don't sleep, high bars, military supermarkets, etc.
She even met an anime shop
Should there be these things in the underworld? Jiang Xiaoyin, who knows that she has forgotten a lot of things, is really not sure
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