Underworld Chat Group: My Hubby is King Hades Chapter 177: 177: The Thousand Years of Love (1)

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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 obsessions.

Jiang Lixing lowered his deep eyes and stared 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, it can still make two people 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 narrowed his eyes and squeezed his fist gently.

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 Naihe Bridge.

The black figure strolled in the courtyard on Huangquan Road, watching the ghosts on the road, and he ignored him until he came to the head of Naihe Bridge.

The thin and narrow Naihe Bridge. On the bridge are new ghosts who are 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 has complicated eyes.

"Your Highness."

At this time, a bowl of soup arrived in front of the figure.

"Your Highness, why are you so fast..."

Meng Po's words were not finished, suddenly her eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

The 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.

Po Meng came back to her senses and smiled meaningfully: "His Royal Highness, I have already said this to the slave family last time."

"Really?"

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 bank of the river, it is a gorgeous scene. ."

There is a kind of flower that is more coquettish than blood, and that is the other side 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. They will live forever and never see each other."

The Po Meng on the side whispered lowly, 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.

"I will live forever and never see each other."

Jiang Ziwen silently read the words that Po Meng had just said, and the light in his narrow and long eyes was dull.

After whispering this sentence, he suddenly turned slightly and walked away.

Looking at the back of him leaving, Po Meng's eyes flickered.

I don’t know what’s going on, but--

What the **** are two highnesses?

Well, although they are all ghosts themselves... But what is weird always?

"唰"

At this moment, a gloomy wind blew by, 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.