Chapter 2215: A Bowl of Meng Po Soup 68

In every dimension from now on, he would wait for her in the plane with his strong and deep love for Xi Ying.

Blackened Ye Yutong was right. In order to come to the dark space, to prepare the artifact, and to give Shang Yu the possibility of happiness, he consumed too much divine power.

He can no longer return to his main god space, he needs to recover.

As for how long it will take to recover, he doesn't know.

He only knew that he could no longer control the next plane, and he had become a member of the plane and participated in the development of the plane.

However, after all, Shen He is the main god. Even if his divine power is exhausted, he will definitely be better and more dazzling than others in the plane.

Since Shen He plans to leave Huangquan with his memories, then——

Remember the Underworld Agreement?

If you don't drink Meng Po Soup, you will have to suffer the pain of burning your soul and devouring your soul every step you take when crossing the Naihe Bridge.

Shen He knew this very well.

He was also ready.

Be prepared for soul-piercing pain.

"That's really great." Hearing Shen He's own admission, the worries in Xi Ying's heart were swept away.

"A Ying, can you serve me a bowl of Meng Po soup?" Shen He asked with a gentle eyebrow.

"Huh? Are you thirsty? Okay, just wait and I'll bring it to you right away."

Xi Ying turned around and went to the kitchen to fill up a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Xi Ying didn't know that since Shen He regained his memory, Meng Po Soup had become the real Meng Po Soup to him.

Little did she know that if she drank this bowl of Meng Po soup, she would also lose all her memory.

Because she had never tasted the Meng Po soup she cooked.

But Shen He knew all of this.

When Xi Ying came back with a bowl of Meng Po soup, Shen He took it.

"If it's not enough, I can go to Sheng again!" Xi Ying stared at Shen He, as if she couldn't get 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, long time.

"No, that's enough." Shen He raised his arm and took a sip of Meng Po soup.

He didn't swallow it, but held it in his mouth.

He placed the bowl of Mengpo soup that he had taken a sip from on the table, and stretched out his long arms to wrap his arms around Xi Ying's waist.

He lowered his head and kissed her.

A mouthful of Meng Po soup passed from his mouth to Xi Ying's mouth.

He whispered softly into Xi Ying's ear:

"Xi Ying, I will wait for you in the next plane. I love you."

When Shen He stood up straight and looked at Xi Ying, Xi Ying's eyes had returned to being calm and unfamiliar.

A few seconds ago, her eyes were affectionate, as if she couldn't get enough of Shen He.

After a few seconds, her eyes were dull, and she had no idea who the person standing in front of her was.

"Where is this?" Xi Ying's eyes scanned the room and finally settled on Shen He.

She also glanced at the baby in Shen He's arms, feeling inexplicably kind in her heart.

"Your child looks beautiful," she said.

"That's right." Shen He raised the corners of his lips deeply, and said with a little pride and pride in his graceful tone: "You don't even know whose child it is."

Xi Ying looked away and found a place to sit down.

She didn't care whose child it was, it wasn't hers.

"I'm leaving, do you want to leave?" Shen He asked.

Xi Ying raised her head, with some doubts in her eyes: "Where to go?"

"Reincarnation in the next life." Shen He pointed at Naihe Bridge, "Just walk across this bridge."

Xi Ying looked at Naihe Bridge and clapped her hands on the chair: "Then let's go to the next reincarnation."

Xi Ying came over, and just when she was about to pass by Shen He, Shen He suddenly pulled her back.