The eighteenth bowl of Meng Po Tang!

if you eat a bowl, you will be worried; Two bowls of stomach, sorrow; Three bowls, bitter ...? After the 17th bowl, the man was already in great pain, and his heart ached ...

Naihe Qiaotou, this man has been drinking 17 bowls of Meng Po Tang continuously.

"that's enough, don't drink any more!" Meng Po could not bear to say.

"But she's still here!" The man has been crying red eyes, trembling voice said to Meng Po.

"But she forgot about you after only one bowl! Is it worthwhile for you to care so much? Do you remember what she looks like now? "

"Of course I remember the scar she left on my face to save me. I will never forget it!" The man looked Meng Po in the eye and said firmly.

"Then have another bowl!" Meng Po don't overdo it, said slowly.

The man drank the last bowl of Mengpo soup, completely forgot it, and trudged across Naihe Bridge.

Meng Po, on the other hand, don't look too far in the direction of the world. Tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, blowing up the veil on Meng Po's face. Show the long-covered ... scar!

At this time, the man who was walking to the end of Naihe Bridge suddenly turned around and muttered in his heart, why is this figure familiar?

When Meng Po looked back, the man had disappeared ...