Chapter 1842 Afternoon Tea

Madam Meng hid her hands in her sleeves and clenched them tightly, her long nails embedded in her palms, but she didn't feel it at all.

She is no longer human and has no human body, so how can she feel the pain of human beings.

But she still has a heart, a thought, and a memory.

Her heart is full of one person, someone who has been remembered for hundreds of years and she does not want to forget.

In order to wait for this person, she squatted by the Naihe Bridge for hundreds of years.

Just for, just to see him again, even if he has gone through several lifetimes of reincarnation, it doesn't matter if he doesn't recognize her, as long as he sees him again.

For this reason, it doesn't matter how much you suffer.

But what she didn't expect was that hundreds of years later, when she saw him, it was the original him, not the one who had been reincarnated in several lifetimes.

What happened to her child?

He was just a baby when she left him, and he couldn't possibly remember her.

But he, by the Naihe Bridge, recognized her with just a back.

"Why did you answer me? Are you waiting for someone? Are you waiting for me?" Chu Yan's voice trembled.

Po Meng raised her eyes sharply, looked directly into Chu Yan's eyes, and asked every word: "You know me? Do you know who I am?"

"Xia Wan, the state of Chu was posthumously named Concubine Shu in the 30th year of Chengxuan. He had a son, Chu Yan, who was named King of Jin. He was sent to Qiyun Mountain to raise him when he was a child. Am I right?"

Madam Meng covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widened, her eyes were red, and the water mist quickly condensed.

He knew that he recognized her at a glance, obviously, she never even hugged him.

"Now, it's your turn to answer my question. Are you staying by the Naihe Bridge, waiting for your son?" Chu Yan stared at the face in front of him, which was somewhat similar to himself.

Madam Meng covered her mouth and nodded: "Yes, I'm waiting for my son, the son I gave birth to in October, I haven't even seen him before—" Crystal tears rolled down, and she heard the news. The ghost saw it, and was stunned.

It is said that although ghosts do not have physical bodies, they can also shed ghost tears when they are deeply in love.

But in all these years, he has never seen ghost tears on anyone's face, this is the first time.

It turns out that ghosts can really cry.

On the other side, on Jun Luoheng's table, there was suddenly more liquid in a crystal clear bottle.

Jun Luoheng thought he was dazzled at first, but after staring at it several times, he confirmed that it was the ghost tears, the ghost tears of Meng Po.

Meng Po is already a demigod with hundreds of years of cultivation, and her strength can be ranked in the top ten in the underworld. For hundreds of years, she has never shed a tear.

He never imagined that he would be in constant contact with the joys and sorrows of the world every day, and read all kinds of human nature.

Such a person, he thought there were no tears.

What exactly happened?

Jun Luoheng was about to go take a look, when Bai Zhi came out with a plate and put the plate full of food on the table.

"Afternoon tea. Although I don't know what time it is in Hades now, I count the time and I can almost eat it."

Jun Luoheng was a little speechless, raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Zhi: "I said, don't you want to stay here for a minute? I just ate it, the food is still in my throat, you have another meal. , do you want me to eat ten meals a day?"

Bai Zhi whispered in her heart, you are here day and night, you don't even have a clock, who knows how long it is a day!

"This is fruit. It's good for digestion. Eat a little bit." She smiled and pushed the fruit plate in front of Jun Luoheng.