Although the boy did not want the female ghost messenger who made mistakes to stay, the words of Pluto were heaven to them, and they were the supreme orders that they had to carry out meticulously.

So, Ruan Ling stayed.

The ghost messenger brought by Cui Yu was responsible for cleaning the bamboo garden, and Ruan Ling finally didn't have to do one ghost's work with four ghosts.

However, this greatly reduced her chances of finding bamboo shoots to eat.

The King of Patriarchs kept her in the bamboo house and served tea.

Ruan Ling looked at His Majesty the King of the Thunder who was like a thousand years old and wanted to know if he still remembered that he still had relatives in the mortal world and a wife who had been close to him.

But she couldn't say anything.

She felt that Pluto was a bit too high and too fairy.

Even a little tea water can attract his attention.

This Pluto is...

Too boring.

When the next time Pluto asked for tea again, Ruan Ling made a small red clay stove, cooked a pot of tea, served it in a porcelain cup, and delivered it to him.

He was sitting cross-legged in front of the desk and writing.

Her long black hair was draped softly behind her and hung onto the mat.

He could not help but look away from his pen tip when he smelled the rich aroma of tea at his nose.

There was a light blue porcelain cup quietly placed at hand. The cup was steaming water and emerald green tea leaves were floating in the hot water.

He reached out and picked up the teacup and looked at it for a moment.

There was movement at the door.

He looked up and saw the thin little devil standing outside the door, poking out half of his head, revealing his eyes, and looking here.

"Come in." A frosty voice came out.

Ruan Ling rubbed over.

"What is this?" he raised his teacup.

The little ghost looked at him with his innocent big eyes.

Although this female ghost is ugly, her eyes are big and bright.

It is her only advantage.

This thought flashed through Pluto's mind, and then he remembered that she had evil ghosts like this before her death, and she was not qualified to speak in the underworld.

Pluto stopped asking her, and sent the teacup to her lips and dripped it with a drop of hot tea.

The entrance is slightly bitter, and then the mellow fragrance spreads in the mouth, with a long aftertaste.

It is very different from the kind of water tea I drank before.

He looked at Ruan Ling.

Ruan Ling could be sure from his eyes that he had not restored Pei Shu's memory.

If so, how could he not know the taste of hot tea?

Pei Shu likes drinking tea, especially this kind of person from Longjing in the rain.

Ruan Ling was confused.

Not only Cui Yu said, but even Meng Po said that his mortal memories will not disappear.

But why not?

Ruan Ling planned to ask Meng Po.

Pluto took a sip of hot tea and did not speak anymore.

He sat upright in front of the desk, drinking tea and reading books.

He didn't ask Ruan Ling to leave, and Ruan Ling was just staying in the house.

The hungry Ruan Ling stared at a plate of fruit on the table.

That should have been Pluto's lunch.

But he didn't even touch it.

There are several rare fruits in it, and Ruan Ling has never seen them before.

Halfway through the tea of ​​Pluto, he looked up and saw her eager eyes and asked, "Hungry?"

Ruan Ling nodded.

“Eat.”

"..." Ruan Ling's eyes lit up, she walked over and hugged the big plate, sat cross-legged on the ground, picked up a tender peach, and took a bite.

After eating the peaches, she ate cherries again. After eating, she picked up a yellow fruit that she had never seen before.

She held the basin and didn't raise her head when she ate.

A starving ghost is alive.
Chapter completed!