I, Po Meng, Risk My Life [Quickly Wear]

[There are 180,000 new manuscripts saved, and they will be published soon~, "Eternal Rebirth [Rebirth]" treasures, please collect them (bow~)] Copywriting of this article: Yaoshou, Po Meng actually has to go out for work. Is this justified by nature? The new Lord of Hell is a big scroll king. In today's underworld, when a dog comes, he has to wear an armband to guide him. Meng Xian never expected that she, a soup-making woman, would have to carry a big pot and go out in the field during her lifetime! The upright knight, the deep and scheming powerful minister, the cold and unruly Wolf King... None of them are easy to get along with. How on earth can you make them willingly drink soup and die! For the sake of peace in the three realms, Meng Xian diligently carries a small pot and delivers soup across borders. However, the color of Zhuanhun Soup is weird, and it is not a good thing at first glance. It always arouses suspicion among the mission targets as soon as it is taken out. Young Hero: "But the medical fee is not enough, why did the doctor do this?" Powerful minister: "Isn't it because the homework is too heavy that the princess wants to poison the minister?" The sickly young husband wept silently: "I used to think that my wife was different from other people. After all, I paid wrongly!" Meng Xian threw the pot in anger, you have to drink even if you don't want to! I, Po Meng, take my life! *** At first, Meng Xian only thought it was a long and boring task, and tried her best to get them to enter reincarnation early. Until the prime minister, who had been suspicious and thoughtful all his life, gave up all his thoughts for her, risked his life and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. The young and romantic little fairy, who was always in high spirits, could not resist the longing for her and committed suicide in the tower of his hometown. The unruly wolf king bowed his head and tried his best to beg her to look at him. The indifferent demon monk looked at her with red eyes, tortured by the love-breaking Gu until he was almost crazy. She began to want to accompany them for a while longer, until the road was gone, until they had no regrets. One mission after another was successfully completed, but Meng Xian still felt empty in her heart. After finishing her work and returning to the underworld, what awaited her was a storm. The former God of War in the Heaven Realm and the current Lord of Hell in the Underworld pulled her away fiercely, and his voice was suppressed with a hint of grievance: "Jun Meng is aware that I have everything they have." *1V1, the male protagonist Yan Jun, the god of war, the small world is his broken godhead. In order: Duanfang Shaoxia, the sinister powerful minister, the fake handsome man, the arrogant little fairy, the really fragrant big wolf dog, the soft and cute white cut black, the crematorium demon monk [The deposit of 180,000 yuan for advance receipt of "Forever" will be released soon~] Chen Zhuer was hunting rats at the age of three, dissecting snakes at the age of five, wandering around the market at the age of seven, and traveling in the mountains at the age of nine. There are three religions and nine streams, and they do everything. They smash, smash, steal, and do anything. Wang Xiazi, the fortune teller at the foot of the overpass, said that she was heartless and born a bad person. Her mother cried and begged for months to send her to school, but her teacher threatened her with death and made her take a vow. Throughout your life, follow the rules and do no evil. Chen Zhuer didn't respond, turned around and picked up the butcher's knife. What is the difference between killing people and killing livestock? Warm, bright red, they're all the same. A boring town with boring people is not worth spending too much time on. In the end, she wore the skin of a gentleman, behaved in a moderate manner, and became an ordinary pig-killer without any trouble. Until, the little actor from Fenglefang was shy and timid, offering all his wealth and pleading: "Sister Zhu'er, I, I want to be good to you." Another idiot, Chen Zhuer sneered in her heart. A person who gives up everything just for the sake of a little love for others will have a good end. Her name is written backwards. ** On the day when Chen Zhuer, the commander of Jinyi Guards, died, countless aristocratic families in the capital clapped their hands and cheered, and firecrackers went off for three days. Until—the Ninth Prince, who was born as an actor and died of illness three years ago, was dressed in sackcloth and carried his body to his funeral in the street. Then he reorganized the old troops, beheaded his hands and feet, took the young emperor to the throne, and ordered the world to be peaceful. The Ninth Prince, who was as gentle as the bright moon and moved the capital with his smile, has never returned. This one who came back from the dead holds a sharp knife in hand every day, stirring up troubles, killing all the famous families, and making Kyoto covered in blood for years. People began to regret, sent away the female asuras, and gave birth to the Rakshasa King. Wujian is the human world. When will these days end? In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the end of the year, it snowed heavily. The last aristocratic family asked to behead the Wumen, and all nine clans were executed. That night, there was a fire in the palace, and the regent Wang Jinghe lost all his blood and died in the soul summoning array. The burning pain of the tongue of fire licking his skin had not yet dissipated. When he opened his eyes again, the gentle breeze brought him back to the spring day when he was seventeen years old. In this life, if you don't ask for love or salvation, I will fall into the same trap with you and stay forever. Mission: Strive to build a harmonious world.