Ruan Ling, Pei Shu and Hua Hanxiang ignored her mania and also talked about it from time to time. After a while, in autumn, you can eat osmanthus cake...

Meng Po swallowed, stared at Ruan Ling with her big eyes as big as a copper bell, and her voice was gloomy: "I want to eat."

Ruan Ling took a step back and looked at her.

Meng Po said, "You go out and get me all this food."

Ruan Ling raised her eyebrows: "Are you willing to let me go?"

"No, I'm asking you to go out and get food for me."

"Then, aren't you afraid that I will go out and not come back?"

Meng Po cannot leave the underworld easily.

If she left, there would be no one to guard the 800-mile old spring, and the ghosts would not drink Mengpo soup, wouldn’t the underworld be messed up?

Meng Po’s voice was cold: “Meng Po hates others lying to me the most. If I let you go, you should bring me food regularly. If you don’t keep your promise, I will chase you to the ends of the world and make you worse than death.”

She doesn't look like a seven or eight-year-old girl at all.

Ruan Ling nodded with difficulty: "Don't worry, since I agree, I will definitely do it."

Po Meng immediately smiled happily, as if she was cold and fierce just now, just an hallucination from others.

She patted her little hands and laughed crisply: "Then you go now, I will eat candied haws today! From now on, you will send me different food every three days."

"Okay, I promise you."

"As for the two of them..." Meng Po glanced at Pei Shu and Hua Hanxiang, and rolled her eyes, "You can take one away, the other, you have to stay as a hostage. You choose who you want to take away."

Ruan Ling didn't want to say anything: "I won't choose anyone, they all have to follow me."

"What?" Meng Po frowned, "Do you dare to disobey me?"

"Then you keep locking me up." Ruan Ling found a chair to sit comfortably, "and then eat tofu every day."

Meng Po: “…”

In the end, she compromised with the delicious food she had never seen before.

She said: "It's been thousands of years, and you're the first person to let me compromise. Little girl, you're good."

Ruan Ling smiled and said, "Mr. Meng Po, when I go back, I will do my best to give you delicious food from time to time. But..."

"But what?"

"You also know that there is a small misunderstanding between Lord Xie and Lord Fan, if I meet them every time..."

"What do you dare to do to you?" Meng Po widened her eyes, "In this way, I will give you something to deal with them, and take this, so you can enter and exit the underworld freely in the future. No one stops you, and you will not be harmed by wind and sand."

She sneakily took out something and handed it to Ruan Ling.

He was carrying Pei Shu and Hua Hanxiang on his back, afraid that they would want it too.

Hua Hanxiang is indeed a little jealous.

The things that Meng Po gave to him that were specializing in the ghost messenger must be good things.

But according to Mengpo's uncertain temperament, if you go crazy...

She still didn't dare to speak.

After getting the good stuff, Ruan Ling became happy and said goodbye to Meng Po, hoping to go and fight with Hei Bai Wuchang immediately.

Meng Po was reluctant to leave.

So before leaving, Ruan Ling specially made spring rolls and Mapo tofu for her for three days.

Meng Po was crying.

I don’t know if it was moved or I thought about eating tofu for three days, but I felt very sad.

The process of leaving the underworld was very smooth.

They returned to Chenghuang Temple on the same road.

Hua Hanxiang was still thinking about Qin Jingrong's grudge and insisted on pulling Ruan Ling to find him.

"I think something is wrong with Qin Jingrong. I want to find out what's going on. After all, I have always met him. I can't swallow this when he treats me like this." Hua Hanxiang said.

When Ruan Ling thought of the last time the people prayed to stop the rain, the City God seemed to have disappeared for a while.

Pei Shu also thought of it.

They glanced at each other.
Chapter completed!