Chapter 2215: Serving a Bowl of Meng Po Soup 68

With each subsequent plane, he took a strong and deep love for Xi Wei, and he was on the plane.
Heihua Ye Yutong is right. In order to come to the dark space, to prepare artifacts, and to make Shang Yu have the possibility of happiness, he consumed too much divine power.
He can no longer return to his main space, and he needs to recover.
He didn't know how long it would take to recover.
He only knew that he could no longer control the next plane, and he became a member of the plane and participated in the development of the plane.
However, after all, Shen He is the main god. Even if the divine power is depleted, he will definitely be better and more dazzling than others.
Since Shen He intends to leave Huang Quan with memories, then--
Remember the Huangquan agreement?
If you do not drink Meng Po Tang, every step you take when crossing the Nai He Bridge will bear the pain of burning souls and devouring souls.
Shen He knew this.
He is also ready.
Ready for the pain of the soul.
"That's really good." Hearing Shen He's confession, the sorrow in Xi's heart was swept away.
"Ama, can you give me a bowl of Mengpo soup?" Shen He asked with a soft eyebrow.
"Huh? Are you thirsty? OK, you wait, I'll bring it to you right away."
Xi Yan turned and went to the kitchen to serve a bowl of Meng Po Tang.
Xi Zheng didn't know that since Shen He restored her memory, Meng Po Tang became a real Meng Po Tang to him.
She didn't even know that she would lose all her memories when she drank this bowl of Mengpo soup.
Because she never drank the Mengpo soup she cooked.
But all this, Shen He knows it well.
When Xi Gang returned with a bowl of Meng Po Tang, Shen He took it.
"If not enough, I can go to Sheng again!" Xi Yan stared straight at Shen He, as if he could not see enough.
Her eyes were full of affection, because she knew that the man in front of her was the one she had loved for a long time.
"No, it's enough." Shen He raised his arm and took a sip of Meng Po Tang.
He didn't swallow, but covered it in his mouth.
He put a sip of the Mengpo soup soup bowl on the table and stretched out his arms around Xi's waist.
He bowed his head and kissed.
A bite of Meng Po Tang transitioned from his mouth to Xi's mouth.
He murmured softly in Xi's ear:
"Xi, I will wait for you in the next plane, I, love you."
When Shen He stood up straight and looked at Xi Yan, Xi Yan's eyes had returned to indifference and strange.
A few seconds ago, her eyes were affectionate and she didn't seem to see Shen He enough.
After a few seconds, her eyes were dull and she didn't know who was standing in front of her.
"Where is this?" Xi Yan's gaze swept through the room, finally fixed on Shen He.
She also glanced at the baby in Shen He's arms, feeling inexplicably kind.
"Your child looks good," she said.
"That's it." Shen He hooked his lips deeply, with a little pride and pride in his airy tone: "You don't look at whose child."
Xi Yan looked away and found a place to sit down.
She doesn't care whose child it is, it's not her anyway.
"I'm leaving, are you going?" Shen He asked.
Xi Yan looked up, with a little doubt in his eyes: "Where?"
"Reincarnation in the next life." Shen He fingered Naihe Bridge, "Crossing this bridge is."
Xi Zheng looked at Naihe Bridge, and patted his hands on the chair: "Then go to the next life cycle."
Xi Yan came over, just as she was about to pass by with Shen He, Shen He suddenly held her.