My Goddess Needs to Be Pampered

Beside the Forgotten River is the most ominous place, with ghosts wailing and the sky full of darkness and depression. If the only color on this endless river of forgetfulness should be the endless flowers on the other side of the river under the Naihe Bridge. Day after day, bowls of soup were brought out, but there was no shortage of soup in the pot. On this day, suddenly a gust of wind mixed with red light blew. All the little ghosts hurriedly got out of the way, and the ghosts were frightened and took out their soul chains one after another. "Ah! It's the Demon Lord!" "I didn't know that the Demon King was coming in person, and his crime deserves death." All the ghosts knelt down and bowed their heads. It is rare for Demon King Jiang Nianmo to visit the ghost world in person. The ghosts recognize him because of the dark red mark on his forehead and the legendary handsome face. I saw him with a slender figure, walking up the Naihe Bridge step by step. Po Meng was dressed in red, her face covered with a veil, her eyes were extremely beautiful, and her voice was indeed old and hoarse: "Welcome to the Demon Lord." "Can you see the woman in the painting passing by here?" "No." Fortunately, the Demon Lord was not embarrassed, he just looked at the place of reincarnation with a lonely expression, and it took him a long time before he flew away. And the long journey of reincarnation began again by the Forgotten River. An ignorant kid looked at her in surprise: "Mother Meng, why are you crying?" She reached out and touched her eyes, which were indeed moist: "... Maybe the wind and sand are too strong."