Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

The three-life stone is like a mirror, reflecting the past.

But how to bridge Pudu, save all sentient beings in the world.

With the appearance of these two treasures, the aura of the entire underworld seems to have increased by a level.

This means that the laws of the earth are being repaired.

When everything is perfect, even the last six reincarnations have been repaired.

At that time, the realm was the real underworld.

At that time, the living people in the Yang room can have a true reincarnation.

"correct."

"Po Meng, is your soup a magical artifact? Is it a phantasmagoria, or is it controlled by you?"

Zuo Chen asked softly.

Po Meng was in a long skirt, fiddled with the water in the Wangchuan River, when she heard Zuo Chen's question.

Get up quickly.

The footsteps moved, and the bells on the feet jingled. (Give you bells.)

When she flipped her hand, a small bowl appeared in her hand.

There are crystal clear drops of water rolling in it.

"Nuo, Dijun, this is the Meng Po soup. But now Samsara has not started, and the main medicine of Samsara is missing, so the current soup has not yet the effect of making people forget the memory of a lifetime."

"At most, it can only diminish the memory for a moment, and it will be restored after a sleep."

Zuo Chen also saw the contents of the bowl, and there were some ghostly laws flowing in it.

"Prepare me some."

Zuo Chen stretched out his hand and waved, a stream of light flew into Meng Po's hand.

Po Meng smiled lightly:

"Do you want to taste this Meng Po soup, too?"

Wow!

The king said, there is no reason why Meng Po tilted the bowl, and a water line flowed into the great light.

Slowly converge into a small stream.

Zuo Chen saw it almost,

Waved his hand.

The green light gathered into a kettle.

Back to Zuo Chen's hands.

He poured a glass.

Take a sip.

moment.

The taste in the mouth broke out, with a little sweetness, and the sweetness was mixed with some bitterness,

Can't tell the specific taste.

The ice is cold, there are some rules, it seems to want to break out.

But naturally it is useless to Zuo Chen.

"Let's go."

...

Tianjun Temple.

The shop is lit up.

Under this quiet and dim red moon.

Bright with a hint of warmth.

Zuo Chen was still lying on the wicker chair.

The door of the shop was pushed open.

Zuo Chen's eyes immediately caught the wretched old face of Lao Dao.

"Tianjun! Your old man, why haven't you slept yet?"

The old man saw the people in the house clearly, and immediately burst into a flattering smile.

"It's over?"

Zuo Chen hummed softly and asked rhetorically.

"Of course, Tianjun, what you ordered, the trail guarantees a perfect solution!"

Old-fashioned triumphantly.

Suddenly he saw a bowl of water next to the counter.

His face was immediately overjoyed.

While holding up the bowl, he said to Zuo Chen:

"Tianjun, don't you know, I'm so prestigious in it, but my hands are like swords, and when they see the hell, they will cut them."

After one sentence,

Gurgling.

There was a touch of intoxication on Lao Dao's face, as if sighing what kind of water it was and why it was so delicious.

Immediately after,

There was some confusion on his face.

But still continue to laugh:

"Tianjun, you don't know how prestigious I am inside..."

This was just finished.

The old man himself was shocked.

seem,

This sentence...

It seems that I just said...

do not care.

Old Tao raised his head again.

Gurgling.

His face was intoxicated, and then at a loss.

"Tianjun, don't you know that I am inside..."

"Um?"

Old Dao was really stunned this time

This sentence... he seems to have really said it.

But...

Why can't I remember it?

Gurgling.

"Tianjun..."

Zuo Chen sat there smiling.

Watching the old-fashioned performance.

It turns out that this Meng Po Tang lacking the main medicine can only erase people's memories just now.

This is useless.

Silently watched the old way and repeated it more than ten times.

Drain the water in the bowl.

Old Tao put down the bowl.

"Strange, when I saw this water, it was a full bowl. Why did I take a sip and it disappeared."

"Is it because Lao Dao's bones are strong recently? It's been a long time since I missed my feet... My sisters discussed martial arts?"

"Hey, Tianjun, don't you know, old-fashioned..."

Zuo Chen smashed his mouth and smiled:

"Okay, I know you are awe-inspiring in it, why did you pick up the knife and drop it."

"This...how do you know!?"

Old-fashioned and dumbfounded.

This is just an idea that I just wanted to brag about. Tianjun even knows this?

Nest grass.

"Tianjun really has a strong mana, and he can even spy on the trail when he is in the field."

"Xiaodao admire, really admire."

The old way, smash it, smash it. Psychology has another layer of understanding of the horror of Tianjun.

Gee, no wonder people can be the king of the day.

Zuo Chen turned his hand and took out a bowl of Meng Po soup with a smile, and took a sip of himself.

Did not speak.

With a flattering smile, Lao Dao stared at the bowl in Zuo Chen's hand.

Huh, this seems to be something to drink with me?

"Tianjun...what kind of baby is this in your hand?"

Things that can be collected by Tianjun are certainly not bad.

Maybe what I just drank was the magic medicine of immortal water, and one sip can live three hundred years longer, 18 centimeters longer or something.

"Oh? You said this?"

"Meng Po soup."

"???"

"Meng Po Tang???"

Lao Dao was startled first, and then his entire eyes popped out.

This is Meng Po Tang? ? ?

"Tianjun...Don't make a joke, haha."

The old man rubbed his head and laughed dryly.

But then he found out.

Tianjun...

There seems to be no half-joking.

He pointed to the bowl in front of him.

Pointed again, his mouth...

Some stammers:

"...I...I just drank...This is also...?"

"nature."

thump.

The old man's legs were soft.

Kneeling on the ground, an old face with a crying voice:

"Tianjun open a favor, Xiaodao... Xiaodao, I don't want to forget the memories of this life, I ask Tianjun to show mercy and give Xiaodao an antidote!"

He is really persuaded now.

It is said that one sip of this Meng Po soup can forget the past.

I drank this bowl myself.

Even if I haven't forgotten it now! It must be coming soon! Who knows when the effect of this medicine will take place, maybe he will have no memory in the next second.

As for the suspicion of Meng Po Tang?

He didn't even dare to think about it, it was impossible for Tianjun to laugh like this to himself.

"The antidote? There is no antidote to this Mengpo soup."

Zuo Chen seemed to be smiling but not smiling, this guy can really help himself.

Old saying: "..."

The old way suddenly got up.

Under the hurried runway counter.

Hurriedly holding paper and pen,

Began to write wildly on the paper.

"My name is Wu Qiufang"

"I am an anchor with good looks",

"My account password..."

"Calls of my dear sisters..."

"Additional: the days when good sisters drank brown sugar water..."

"Additional: The story that my good sisters and I have to tell..."

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[Author's digression]: Update~ Seeking bank note~