Through the pavilion, over the golden platform, Meng Po came to the marriage pavilion, standing behind the marriage tree, and saw the young man she was thinking about from a distance.

He was still as radiant and energetic as he was 400,000 years ago, and the years had not left any traces on his face, and he was even younger than he was back then.

Thinking that she is already an old woman with a face full of vicissitudes of time, she can't help but caress her cheeks, this is her former face, not her current self, this young face was given to her by the king, a drop of divine blood has only the effect of the dark moon, how can such an ugly self stand with this young man again.

Although the monarch said that she could use the power of the ancient gods to completely restore her youthful appearance, she couldn't be so selfish, her monarch was already scarred and depleted of cultivation, how could she hurt the monarch because of her own selfish desires, as a subordinate who had been protected by the monarch for 400,000 years, she couldn't do this.

Standing under the marriage tree, quietly looking at the young man who carefully sorted out the red line, this person has always been like this, once he started to do something, he was very attentive to it, sorting out the red rope is such a boring job, just leave it to the fairy child to do, you have to do it yourself, clumsy, always tie the red thread together, no wonder those crazy men and women love road will be so bumpy.

Meng Po looked at him in a hurry, and really wanted to walk over, take the knotted red thread in his hand, comb it and then hand it to him, blaming him for being careful, these red threads are closely related to the love of all beings in the Six Realms, and he can't be so clumsy.

But reason stopped her steps, since she had decided to hide her body and enter the Heavenly Rim Palace, she wanted to watch him quietly and not let him find out.

400,000 years of longing, as long as you can look at him, you will be satisfied. Looking at him quietly, I don't know how many hours have passed, watching him finally comb the knotted red thread, she is also relieved.

Under the moon, Xingjun finally sorted out the red line, stood up, and the combed red line was to be hung on the marriage tree, and walked towards the marriage tree.

Seeing that the young man was getting closer and closer, Meng Po's heart began to beat wildly, and her cheeks slowly heated, obviously she had been a husband and wife, how could she not see her for 400,000 years, but she was like an ignorant girl who had just fallen in love, she would be shy and excited.

I saw the young man stop in front of him and hang the red thread one by one on the marriage tree. Meng Po stretched out her hand, gently stroked her cheek, tears came out of her eyes, 400,000 years, experienced heartbreak and tears, experienced all kinds of misunderstandings, she finally met him face to face, at this moment, 400,000 years of loneliness in the underworld, bitter cold and loneliness, at this moment disappeared.

Xingjun under the moon felt something strange, as if a breeze gently brushed his cheeks, he put his hand on his cheek, and touched the hand of Meng Po, who had disappeared, so that she could see him, and he couldn't see her, a pair of lovers who had been separated for 400,000 years finally held each other's hands.

Feeling the temperature of Xingjun's palm under the moon, Meng Po covered her mouth tightly with her other hand to prevent herself from crying.

She couldn't stay any longer, for a while, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control her behavior and suppress her feelings.

Using a spell to create a sound in the distance, the star under the moon heard the sound and walked over. Looking at his departing back, Meng Po wiped away the tears on her cheeks,

"Goodbye, my love. Meng Po turned and left. Xingjun under the moon didn't notice anything unusual, and returned to the marriage tree to see that a red thread that had just hung on the branch had disappeared, replaced by a hairpin flower.

Under the moon, Xingjun carefully took off the hairpin flower, kissed it lightly, and a tear slipped through the corner of his eye.

"Thank you for forgiving me. "The ghosts and wandering spirits who come and go in the underworld will find that Meng Po, who used to be unsmiling and has a gloomy face all day long, somehow began to love to talk and laugh, and her appearance does not seem to be as ugly as before.

Every time she raised her hand to scoop the soup, the sharp-eyed soul would notice the red thread tied to her wrist, the bewitching red color seemed so out of place in the dark underworld, but it looked like it complemented each other.