Chapter 1842: Afternoon tea

Meng Po hid her hands in her sleeves and hugged her, her long nails embedded in her palm, but she didn't feel at all.
She is no longer a person, no one's body, how can we feel the pain of people?
But she has a heart, thoughts, and memories.
Her heart is full of people, a person who has never forgotten for hundreds of years.
In order to wait for this person, she spent hundreds of years on this bridge.
Just for the sake of seeing him again, even if he has passed through the reincarnation of several generations, it doesn't matter if she can't recognize her, just see him again.
For this reason, it does not matter how much suffering you suffer.
What she didn't think of was that she had seen him for hundreds of years, but he was the original, not the one who passed through several generations.
What happened to her child?
When she left him, he was still a baby, and he could not remember her.
But he, on the other side of the bridge, recognized her with only one back.
"Why answer me? Are you waiting for someone? Are you waiting for me?" Chu Yu’s voice trembled.
Meng Po slammed and looked straight into the eyes of Chu Yu. One word asked: "Do you know me? Do you know who I am?"
"Summer evening, Chu Guocheng was condemned as Shu Shu in 30 years. He has a son. He is called Chu Yu, and he was named Jin Wang. When he was young, he was sent to Qi Yunshan. I am right?"
Meng Po reached out and covered her mouth, her eyes were very big, her eyes were very red, and the water mist quickly condensed.
He knew that he recognized her at a glance, and she clearly did not even hold him.
"Now, you should answer my question. Are you waiting for your son on this bridge?" Chu Yan stared at the face in front of him and had a similar face to himself.
Meng Po grinned and nodded. "Yes, I am waiting for my son. I have been born in October, and I have never seen a child in the face--" Crystal tears rolled down and heard from the news. The ghost was seen, and he was shocked and stunned.
I heard that although the ghost has no flesh, when it is deep, it can also drop the tears.
For so many years, he has never seen a ghost in his face, this is the first time.
It turns out that ghosts can really cry.
On the other side, on the table of Jun Hengheng, in a crystal clear bottle, suddenly there was more liquid.
Jun Luoheng initially thought that he was blind, staring at it several times to confirm, it was a ghost tear, Meng Po’s tears.
Meng Po is already a half-god who has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Her strength can be ranked in the top ten in the Hades. For centuries, she has never lost her tears.
He never thought about the uninterrupted contact with the world every day, and he read the human nature.
Such a person, he thought there was no tears.
What happened?
Jun Hengheng was planning to go and see, when Bai Hao came out with a plate and placed the plate full of food on the table.
"Afternoon tea. Although I don't know what time the current Hades are, I count the time and I can eat almost."
Jun Hengheng was a bit speechless and raised his brow to look at the white scorpion: "I said, don't you want to stay here for a minute? I just ate it, the food is still not in the throat, you get another meal. Do you want me to eat ten meals a day?"
Bai Hao is in my heart, you have no day and night here, not even a clock, who knows how long it is a day!
"This is fruit, promote digestion, how much to eat." She smiled and pushed the fruit plate to the front of Jun Hengheng, and the secret of her heart could not be said.