Naihe Bridge Head, Foreword to Forget River.

At the bridge head of Naihe, a man covered in scars gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and leaned on the blood-stained railing.

Blood flowed down the railings, fusing with the dark and unknown blood stains of the ancient site, which were difficult to distinguish between them.

Looking at the endless Forgetful River, the young man's firm face was a little longing and murmured in a low voice:

"Can you really forget everything and start from scratch?"

He began to pick up Mengpo soup and started drinking without hesitation.

One bowl...two bowls...three bowls...

Eighteen bowls!

He finally started to cry.

"Why can't I forget her, why, why, why..."

"Do you have to continue licking when you die? Licking dogs and licking them until they are all gone. I'm really useless!"

Tears fell down one by one, and on the quiet bridge, the sound of falling echoed, with a little light sob.

Men don’t cry easily, but they are not sad.

Just as he was about to drink the 19th bowl of Mengpo soup, Mengpo next to him spoke.

"Young man, you have drunk eighteen bowls. Tell me, do you still remember her appearance?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, his brain didn't think about it, and every bit of it suddenly jumped into his mind.

Tears rolled down on the cheeks.

He replied, "Remember! She is cold and beautiful, and she never takes the initiative to pay attention to me, but I will always remember the scar she left on her cheek in order to save me."

Meng Po was silent for a while and asked again: “Is it worth it?

After drinking eighteen bowls, you still cannot erase her from your memory and truly forget her.

But she only drank one bowl and forgot about you and no longer had any nostalgia."

The boy didn't say anything, but just kept hitting his head on the Naihe Bridge...

It seems to be trying to smash those unforgettable memories.

Inadvertently, no one noticed that a trace of blood-red quietly entered the wound on his forehead, lurking well, avoiding the peeping outside the five elements in the three realms.

Meng Po asked, "If there is a next life, what wish do you have?"

Close your eyes and open your eyes again. There was a complete blood-colored light in your eyes. You grit your teeth, clench your fists, and the blue veins swelled up, and you said coldly:

"If there is a next life, I want to be myself and be a peerless strong man, and never be a licker."

Meng Po was silent for a while and said quietly: "In the past nine generations of reincarnation, every time you come here, you say this. I hope you will be lucky in the next life..."

Hearing this, he stood there for a long time, and finally whispered deeply:

"If there is no separation and hatred in the eyes of the teachings, I don't believe that there is a white hair in the world! Those who block my great way will kill... no forgiveness!"

After saying that, the boy finally drank the last bowl of Mengpo soup and forgot everything.

Without any worries, he walked forward strode forward, crossed the Naihe Bridge, crossed the Forget River, and entered the cycle of reincarnation.

Meng Po kept watching him leave in a daze, and suddenly, a cold wind blew.

The veil on Meng Po’s face was blown off, revealing the terrifying scar on her peerless face...
Chapter completed!