Yueying didn't speak, she just lowered her head and blew gently.

It was as if this bowl of soup had a magical attraction for her, and she couldn't stop drinking it.

One mouthful after another, until the bowl of soup was barely visible, I burped lightly.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he smiled softly: "Brother, this is the best soup Yueying has ever tasted."

Po Meng sighed and said nothing. Like Yue Ying, she drank sip after sip.

While she was just drinking, a big tear fell from the corner of her eye. She didn't know whether it was for the lost years, or because she took Li Wuxin into the Netherworld and failed to beg for that sacred flower.

Li Wuxin was startled when he saw it. He didn't say anything at the moment. He held the bowl and blew on it. He only took a few sips and then looked at the bowl of soup.

Then he looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked: "If I drink this bowl of soup, will I become a god? It tastes good. Can I make another pot?"

Li Xiuyuan was startled and said with emotion: "I bet this is the only bowl you will ever eat. Trust me."

After that, he poured the spiritual wine for the three of them and said quietly: "After drinking the soup that is unique in the world and on earth, and then drink a cup of the spiritual wine that is unique in the Three Realms, you two can go back to the house to rest in a while."

Yueying picked up the wine glass in front of her and said softly: "Brother, can Yueying also break through the realm?"

Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said with a smile: "It should be possible to break your state of mind."

Po Meng, who was sitting aside, shook her head, looked at him and sighed: "How about you accompany me to the bridge to enjoy the breeze in the evening?"
Chapter completed!