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Chapter 116 As long as I ask for two straws when buying, no one will know that I drink two cups alone(1/2)

 "Yes, who is this person?"

Hei Yang showed a puzzled expression: "Let me guess, first exclude me, and then...

Oh, by the way! I just saw a tall and fierce-looking horse outside. It must be him!

Darling, let me tell you, something is wrong when you look at it. It turns out that the horse face from the underworld has escaped!

Oh, by the way, does it have a brother, Niutou, who ran out with it?

Ha, they have gone too far. If they are allowed to go unpunished like this, where will the face of the underworld be!

Do you think this will work? Let me go first, and I will help you catch the horse face and the cow head!

Huh, don’t worry, I’m evil... What I hate the most in my life is the tauren. I’ll cut them down when I see them..."

"Your mouth is much better than before. You must have practiced it a lot these years."

Po Meng's face was still full of kindness: "Okay, don't guess, it's you, my child.

Also, don’t sneak back, there’s no way back.”

"You must have remembered it wrong!"

Hei Yang was about to burst into tears: "Um, you receive tens of thousands of people a day on the Naihe Bridge, so it's normal to be blind occasionally!

Not to mention that sixteen years have passed, and my time limit for pursuing a lawsuit must have passed..."

"It's true, day by day, year by year, we receive so many people."

Po Meng sighed: "But, there are always a few little troublemakers here, which I remember deeply."

"The little troublemaker must be a bull-headed horse-faced boy!"

"It's you."

"Oh..."

Hei Yang looked mournful: "This has... happened in the past life. You don't remember the faults of villains, so just let me go. Please!"

"How can this be done? You said it, and you can get away with it. Where is the face of the underworld?"

Po Meng suddenly smiled sheepishly.

"To be honest, grandma and I should retire next year. Before retiring, I always wanted to have no regrets, but I ended up with this regret like you. Maybe good is rewarded with good, and evil is punished with evil."

Hei Yang: "???"

You might as well speak more clearly: whoever does evil will be rewarded with evil, and whoever does evil will be punished with evil!

Don’t you think the character you are playing now is the big villain?!

Driving people to their death with a kind smile on their face?

"That is to say..."

Hei Yang suddenly felt out of breath and his voice trembled: "In other words, as long as I hide for another year, nothing will happen to me?"

So his good luck in these years must be that he will focus all his future life before the age of sixteen!

Then the days will come to an end?

"That's not true!"

Meng Po looked at Hei Yang and sighed with emotion: "This Meng Po soup, each person can only drink one bowl, one less bowl or one more bowl is not enough.

The bowl of soup you had in your previous life took you sixteen years to simmer, and this bowl of soup you have now has also been waiting for you for sixteen years."

"Could it be..."

Hei Yang pursed his lips and said unwillingly: "Am I destined to live less than seventeen years old in my two lifetimes? Is this fate!"

Damn it, he is unwilling to accept it, my fate is...

"Thinking too much."

Po Meng tapped the edge of the pot with a spoon: "It's just a coincidence, and haven't you already celebrated your seventeenth birthday?"

"Huh?"

Hei Yang was directly interrupted from casting the spell and tilted his head: "Yes."

"Don't be right."

Po Meng filled the bowl and handed it to Hei Yang: "Drink it while it's hot. It will cool down after a while and affect the taste.

Why do you still want grandma to feed you? Open your mouth, ah——"

"Ah, I don't think I can get used to it. Why don't you try it for me first?"

"What do you think?"

"I think it's pretty good."

"I think I should force-feed you."

Hei Yang looked at the reflection in the bowl, his Adam's apple rolling: "Really, we can't discuss it..."

"No more."

Po Meng shook her head and suddenly showed a vigilant expression: "If you dare to use me as mouthwash again this time, I will pour all this pot of soup into your stomach!"

Hei Yang: "!!!"

"No, you didn't mean..."

Hei Yang crossed his hands on his chest to defend himself: "Didn't you say that this soup is so precious that even one more bowl won't do it?!"

"Anyway, an exception has been made for you, so it's okay."

Po Meng said casually: "Don't think about how many bowls of soup I have to serve every day. It's strange that it is so precious.

According to your previous life, this is hunger marketing, establishing a brand image and enhancing the credibility of the underworld..."

"It's worthy of saying that you are so awesome when you are about to retire. You dare to say anything to others..."

Hei Yang covered his mouth tightly, and his voice came out from between his fingers: "Then you have already said that I am making an exception, so you can make an exception and let me go."

"No, there are big and small exceptions."

Po Meng couldn't drink any water: "Hurry up and drink it yourself, grandma doesn't want to do it herself.

Drink quickly, drink a bowl of soup, and forget all about this life and the past..."

"Forget everything...forget everything..."

Hei Yang was stunned. Vivid figures flashed through his mind. The laughter and curses of his loved ones were still vivid. Do you really want to forget them?

"Hey, why is the child crying?"

Po Meng showed a puzzled look: "I remember that you were very happy when you drank the soup last time. Although you were reluctant to part with it, except for using the soup as mouthwash, you were very cooperative with the rest?"

It was because of Hei Yang's cooperative attitude that she relaxed her vigilance!

"Last life, this life..."

Hei Yang sobbed and whispered: "Can you just forget the last life, and don't let me forget this life..."

"Ah?"

"The second bowl is half price..."

Hei Yang quibbled in a low voice: "So, can't you just pay half of the memory?"

Po Meng: "..."

"No!"

Po Meng refused the half-price ticket.

"The only thing we can do is..."

Hei Yang lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, then slowly pulled out his sword and looked at Po Meng: "Don't drink!"

"Huh?"

Po Meng showed a surprised expression: "You still dare to draw your sword against me?"

"It's more or less a psychological comfort."

Hei Yang sniffed, wiped away his tears, and looked at Po Meng: "Although I know it's useless."

"Then do you know what the consequences will be if you draw a sword against me?"

Po Meng's face darkened: "Aren't you afraid that your soul will be lost and you won't even have the chance to be reincarnated?"

"It's better to lose your soul than forget it! Just forget it!"

Hei Yang roared: "Come on! Either I stay in this life, or I die in this life with my soul scattered. Don't even think about reincarnation!

Come on, do it, kill me..."

"Let me..."

Hei Yang choked and said: "The soul will fly... the soul will disperse..."
To be continued...
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