The man in white looked at the Meng Po soup brought out by Po Meng, his expression became serious and said, "I respect your decision, but I beg you not to do this."
Po Meng's hands were trembling, and her heart was in great pain.
She didn't want to end her love or forget the man in white, but if she indulged her feelings so wantonly, she would soon grow old and die.
It would be fine if she was the only one to die. It would be a very happy thing to die with a sweet and beautiful memory.
But the man in white has signed a symbiosis contract with her. When her lifespan comes to an end, the life of the man in white will also come to an end. She does not want to selfishly take the man in white to die with her.
Therefore, she must stop her love and forget about the man in white. She has no choice but to drink this bowl of Meng Po soup.
"sorry!"
"Really sorry!"
Tears welled up in Po Meng's eyes again, and she felt extremely guilty for the man in white. Thinking that if she drank the bowl of Po Meng's soup, she would forget the man in white forever, and her heart hurt like a knife, making her suffocate.
The man in white shook his head and said: "It doesn't matter. Whether you still remember me or not, I will stay by your side and nag in your ears for another five hundred or a thousand years... until you think of me again."
When Po Meng heard this, her heart suddenly became sour, and tears burst out of her eyes, falling into the soup bowl.
She shook her head at the man in white and said, "Don't do this. It's not worth it. Just forget about me."
The man in white said: "I respect your choice, and you should respect my choice. Besides, I have the final say on whether it's worth it, and you don't."
Po Meng looked at the man in white with tears in her eyes, and said with great pain in her heart: "How can I bear to forget you? How can I bear to watch you grow old and die because of me? Why does God want me to make such a painful choice? If there is an afterlife, I will never be Meng Po again."
She really wanted to grab the godhead and throw it away. Whoever wanted to be Meng Po could be her, but her cultivation level was too shallow. She would die if she lost her godhead, and the man in white would also die.
However, if she always possesses the godhead, then she will be Po Meng for all her life. This is like an irreversible curse that will follow her forever.
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So her wish is just a wish.
"Goodbye, my beloved man!"
Po Meng finally made a decision and took a deep look at the man in white, as if she wanted to carve his face into her soul. Then she said goodbye and drank the Meng Po soup in one gulp.
"grandmother!"
Zhang Xiaozu and others were so shocked that they ran out of the room. After Meng Po drank the Meng Po soup, she would forget them too. They were reluctant to part with it, but they could not stop it.
With tears in his eyes, the man in white just looked at Po Meng affectionately and did not stop her. As he said before, he respected Po Meng's decision.
When Meng Po's soup entered her belly, it turned into a strange energy that poured into Meng Po's sea of consciousness and enveloped her godhead.
Po Meng closed her eyes, two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and a scene from an unknown number of years ago appeared in her mind.
When she woke up that day, a voice in her mind told her that she was Po Meng.
Then she followed the voice and went to Samsara Cliff, becoming Po Meng.
She never questioned that voice and the identity of Po Meng, because she felt that it was her birth mission and responsibility, which could not be questioned or slackened.
At this moment, a thought suddenly came to her mind, maybe she was already Po Meng before she opened her eyes and woke up last time.
Just like now, after drinking Meng Po soup, she will soon forget everything. When she opens her eyes and wakes up again, the scene of that day will happen again, but she can't remember anything.
Such thoughts filled her with fear, because she felt the reincarnation of her own destiny like a curse.
But she was unable to resist and could only wait with fear for a new reincarnation to begin.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound in her sea of consciousness.
The godhead actually shattered.
First it broke into pieces, then turned into powder, and finally disappeared into her sea of consciousness.
She opened her eyes in shock.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."
"I was sent by God to protect you, and I am your guardian."
The man in white thought that Meng Po's soup had already worked, clearing Meng Po's memory. He mistakenly thought that the shock on her face was fright. He quickly comforted her with a gentle tone and took the opportunity to insert his identity into her blank memory.
He prayed that Po Meng could agree with the identity he made up, so that he could guard Po Meng openly.
"I...I..." Po Meng was so excited that she couldn't speak.
Her divinity faded, but her memories remained.
In other words, she is no longer Mrs. Meng.
She escaped the endless cycle of fate.
"You are Po Meng." The man in white thought that Po Meng had forgotten her identity, so he reminded her.
Po Meng calmed down her excitement a little, a happy smile appeared on her face, she shook her head at the man in white and said, "No, I am no longer Po Meng, Zhao Kuo."
The man in white suddenly looked startled and asked in surprise: "What did you just call me?"
"Zhao Kuo, isn't your name Zhao Kuo? I remember this is how you introduced yourself when I first met you." Po Meng asked.
"You...you haven't lost your memory?!" the man in white asked in surprise and joy.
"No."
"I still remember your name, everything you said, every joke, and you are the man who made me fall in love."
"And my life is not aging rapidly."
"Because my godhead has dissipated, I... am no longer Po Meng."
Po Meng shook her head and replied.
"Ha ha…"
The man in white was ecstatic when he heard this. He suddenly stepped forward, took Po Meng into his arms, and kissed her hard on the lips.
"ah!"
"what are you doing?!"
Po Meng was shocked and broke away from the arms of the man in white with red cheeks.
"Ha ha…"
The man in white laughed to himself.
He was so happy that words were not enough to express his excitement at this moment.
Mrs. Meng was influenced by him and laughed too, but her smile was relatively reserved.
After laughing, the man in white suddenly reached out and grabbed Po Meng's hand.
Po Meng thought he was going to do something again, so she quickly pulled her hand back and reminded in a low voice: "Someone is watching."
But the man in white held her hand tightly, stared into her eyes and asked, "Will you marry me? Be my wife, Zhao Kuo."
When Po Meng heard this, her body trembled, she stopped struggling, and suddenly she no longer remained reserved and shy, and she opened her mouth and replied, "I do."
"OK!"
"I, Zhao Kuo, swear to God here that I will never let you down in this life. If I violate this oath, I will suffer a terrible death!"
The man in white immediately swore to heaven.
"I, Po Meng, also swear to God here that I will be with you in this life and in this life. If I violate this oath, I will not die well!"
Po Meng also made a vow of loyalty to love.
Zhang Xiaozhu and others listened to the two's vows of eternal love, and sent their most sincere blessings to this love that spanned thousands of years.
"Ha ha…"
"We'll get married tonight!"
Zhao Kuo said impatiently, as if Po Meng would spread her wings and fly after tonight.
