Chapter 2187

But white ink is different.

It's not that white ink existed before Xi Ying came to this plane. It was made of one rib and three drops of painstaking efforts, as well as the painstaking efforts of the previous Mencius!

In other words, white ink is equivalent to the person created by her.

How can such a person be Shen He?

Thinking about it, Xi Ying felt that it was possible.

Shangguan Hao must not be Shen He, because zishengyan likes Shangguan Hao and Shangguan Hao doesn't like her. This is the model of Shang Yu and ye Yutong.

But in this netherworld, except Shangguan Hao and Bai Mo, Xi Ying did not have too much contact with other men.

According to the inertia of the previous plane, Shen He is either Shangguan Hao or white ink.

Since the exclusion of Shangguan Hao, then white ink should be Shen He.

In the past many planes, Xi Ying also felt that there was no Shen He in the plane, but in the end, it was proved that he existed in almost every plane.

So Xi Ying finally came to a conclusion that there is a great possibility that white ink is Shen He.

Then it only needs her to make the final judgment of actual action -

find a chance to kiss Bai Mo and see if she can find the soul mark.

Waiting for Xi Ying to understand, the sky outside the window has revealed the white fish belly.

Xi Ying yawned and fell asleep.

After an hour, white ink woke up.

After finishing his dream with Xi Ying in the middle of the night, he did not dream again, and he had a very comfortable sleep.

He saw that Xi Ying was sleeping soundly, and his movements were very light. He was afraid that Xi Ying would be disturbed.

Down the stairs, white ink dare to do action and voice at will.

"Purple smoke, good morning." Bai Mo said hello in a good mood.

"Good morning. Would you like congee or soymilk?" Zishengyan is busy breakfast in the kitchen.

"Wow, and soy milk? Please have a bowl of soybean milk

White ink back to the yard, squat down to see how his sunflower.

But yesterday just planted sunflower seeds, only after a night, how can there be any movement?

White ink can only see and yesterday is no different from the yellow sand.

"White ink, your soymilk." Zishengyan put a bowl of soybean milk on the table in the lobby.

"Here it is."

White ink walked over and saw a bowl of soybean milk and a steamed stuffed bun.

"It's hard for you. In fact, it's OK for you to stay in the netherworld without doing anything. After all, the Hades only said that you could stay in the netherworld for another 100 years, but didn't ask you to do anything." White ink sits down.

"There's nothing hard or not." Zishengyan comes over with a bowl of porridge and sits opposite Bai mo.

"I don't have a chance to do all these things in the world. Originally, I thought it would be terrible after I died, but I didn't expect that after I came to huangquan, it was the happiest time for me to live so big. By the way, isn't a Ying up yet? "

"No, I told her about my dream in the middle of the night and disturbed her sleep. She was sleeping soundly when I got up, and I didn't wake her up White ink bit a bun.

Purple smoke listening to white ink, eyes envy look obvious.

She looked down at the porridge in the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and said with a low smile, "it's very nice."

"What?" White ink asked nervously.

Zishengyan looked up and laughed with envy, "I said you and a Ying, you are so good."

"I think it's good, too." Bai Mo giggled, "but I think it would be better if a Ying didn't let me sleep on the ground but on the bed with her."

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