Chapter 2: Cruel king

On the side, the ghost who recorded all matters of the Yincao Difu silently wrote in this book: if there is a cunning ghost who refuses to drink this soup, Meng Po makes the pierce his throat with a copper pipe and pour it into it.
He rubbed his hands and was very satisfied with his own way of adding oil and vinegar. With a grinning smile, he was thinking about how to pass it to the world to warn people. But he didn't notice it at all. Meng Eqi slowly stood up behind her, her figure suddenly became tall, her face gloomy, her eyes flashing intently, her fists creaked on the side.
Half a minute later, a painful scream of the ghost who broke Jiu Xiao suddenly sounded beside the bridge.
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On the ninth level, Yuelaofuzhong.
"Damn! Damn! It's so abominable!" Yue Lao passed out thirty-two times after listening to the aftermath of the prefecture. After waking up, he wandered around the room. His gray beard was almost upside down. The boy beside him kept following his heart and lungs for fear that he would faint again.
It was difficult to swallow this anger in Yue Lao's heart, "Meng Po really fooled me too much! Even my people didn't give face to me for half a minute, and poured Meng Po soup that was so full! I was so angry!"
Tong was scared and handed over to Xianlu. Meng Po’s violence was well-known in the Three Realms, and he is now glad that it was not him who was trained in the lower realm.
Yue Lao killed Xianlu in one bite, her eyes lit up with vengeance: "Okay, her Mengpo soup is prescribed above, then my red line of marriage is not a joke! I can't escape the old man's handwriting! Since she is so ruthless, Hugh blames the old man for her injustice!"
Then, he also laughed out loud, and his back was crazy to find the root of Meng Eqi in a pile of red lines. Then he thought about it and finally picked up another red line tied together. His old wrinkled face, A very treacherous smile appeared.
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Meng Eju came to the court as usual today. She listened boringly to the shrine in the main hall, where Yan Shengjiayan arranged for the officials to perform their duties in a low voice. When Meng Yuqi slapped his three times and his nostrils five times, Yan finally decided to retreat.
She had just prepared to apply oil on the soles of her feet and listened to the sound of the king's voice behind her, "Amen, you stay."
Meng Haoqi couldn't help but had to touch his nose and turned and walked toward the King. Yan Shengshengyan had a black gauze hat on her head, dressed in a black robe with a black collar, a gold box belt around her waist, and soap boots on her feet. She sat on the golden seat of the hall and held the iceberg face that had not changed for thousands of years. Looked at her.
"Well, your majesty, if you are fine, I will go back first. I will not miss me in that stall. You will come to the shift after a night of wandering. You know he always has bad eyesight. If he kicks the soup without drinking it, he will forget it. That's a mess!" Every time Sheng Jiayan leaves her down, it's basically no good. This time is no exception. Meng Yiqi has a serious and crappy excuse to get off the ground.
Sheng Jiayan raised her eyebrows gently, stretched out two slender fingers to hold a book, and asked the side judge, "This is the first time someone has complained about Meng Po?"
The judge shook his two beards on his face and turned over the thick account in his hand. "Your Majesty, 677th time!"
Meng Yuqi angered the judge: "You Hu! It is clearly the 767th time!"