Chapter 177: 177: The Thousand Years of Love (1)

Although Pluto is in charge of a side of the underworld, he is still not detached from the six realms. He will also have his own love, hatred, and hatred, and his own obsession.
Jiang Lixing lowered his deep gaze, staring closely at the red mark on his palm. This red mark, just like Po Meng's long hair, is a kind of obsession, a kind of calamity.
This is also the mark left by "she" for him a thousand years ago, like a red line, even if the millennium has passed, the two people can still meet again.
When Jiang Lixing raised his eyes again, the red marks on his palm had disappeared.
Jiang Lixing looked at his face in the mirror. There seemed to be a cloud of mist on the glass mirror in the bathroom. In the blur, there seemed to be two identical faces. Jiang Lixing's eyes could not help but gloom.
"This is not where you should be."
Jiang Lixing whispered in front of the mirror. The fog in the mirror slowly dissipated. No one answered him. When the fog cleared, only Jiang Lixing's face was left in the mirror, which was extremely pale at this time.
Jiang Lixing squinted his eyes and gently clenched his fists.
The thing he didn’t want to see the last thing happened—
"He" is here too...
"He" is Jiang Ziwen, "he" is him, but not him.
…………
Underworld, Huangquan Road.
A black figure walks slowly on Huangquan Road. This is a road that cannot be turned back. No matter which direction you go, you will reach the end at the end of the bridge.
The black figure strolled in the courtyard on Huangquan Road, watching the ghosts on the road, he ignored it until he came to the head of Naihe Bridge.
The thin and narrow Naihe Bridge, on the bridge are the new ghosts frightened, and under the bridge are those hideous and terrifying poisonous insects.
Standing quietly by the Naihe Bridge, looking at the scenery on the bridge and under the bridge, that figure had complicated eyes.
"Your Highness."
At this time, a bowl of soup arrived in front of the figure.
"His Royal Highness, why are you so fast..."
Before Po Meng's words were finished, her eyes suddenly widened.
"what happened?"
A deep, magnetic male voice rang softly in her ears.
Po Meng was stunned.
"Your hair... is growing again." At this moment, the man suddenly said softly again.
Only then did Po Meng come back to her senses, and she smiled meaningfully: "His Royal Highness, I have already said this to the slave family last time."
"Is it?"
Jiang Ziwen raised his eyes, and suddenly raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Look, the new ghosts on the Naihe Bridge are trembling, and the scorched earth is everywhere on Huangquan Road, but on both sides of the road and on the river bank, it is gorgeous.
There is a kind of flower that is more coquettish than blood, and that is the other shore flower.
The flowers blooming in the underworld represent the color of death.
"The flowers are blooming and the leaves are falling, the leaves are blooming and the flowers are wilting, and they will live forever and never meet."
Po Meng on the side whispered in a low voice, with a sad expression on her face.
The other shore flower represents life and death, represents separation, and is an ominous symbol in the human world.
"Eternal life, never meet."
Jiang Ziwen silently read the words that Po Meng had just said, and the light in those narrow eyes was dark.
After whispering this sentence, he suddenly turned slightly and left in stride.
Looking at the back of him leaving, Po Meng's eyes flickered.
Although I don’t know what happened, but--
What the are two highnesses?
Well, although they are all ghosts themselves... But what is weird always?
"Huh"
At this moment, a yin wind blew, and a tall and thin figure appeared behind Meng Po. He was wearing a red robe with long hair hanging down his shoulders and his face pale.