Chapter 939

This time, Murong Sheng just moved his eyes to the spoon of porridge and looked at shangguanhuang.

There are some grievances in my heart.

How does she feel so wronged?!

How to be so wronged!

Don't want to drink don't want to drink, also had to be forced to put a spoon in the mouth, and then was scalded tongue almost not their own.

Now, still want to suffer such grievance, be continued to feed by shangguanhuang!

But if not Looking at shangguanhuang just look, who knows what this person will do to make people unbearable things. Sure enough, she is a poor girl who lives under the fence. She can't do any resistance by herself.

Can only entrust the shriveled mouth, with the tongue slightly touched the spoon, and then bite into the mouth.

It's really not hot, otherwise she won't cooperate like this. Knowing that she was burned again, she had to open her mouth and swallow it. That's self abuse!

Just that spoon although hot her tongue are numb, but at least a little taste of porridge.

To tell you the truth, it's not a lie. Don't look at the bowl of porridge in Guan Huang's hand. But the taste is as good as shangguanhuang said.

I don't know how shangguanhuang was made. What's in it? At least it tastes good. I just don't know how to make this bowl of porridge so embarrassing.

It's so ugly that people don't want to drink at all.

"Let you drink porridge, not let you eat spoon," shangguanhuang moved his hands, did not take the spoon out of murongsheng's mouth, suddenly some funny, moved the spoon, called murongsheng back to God, "what do you think? What do you do with a spoon? Is this bowl of porridge not enough for you? "

So hungry?

Even the spoon does not want to let go, to eat into the stomach?

"Oh..."

Murongsheng came back and spat out the spoon. Taste the porridge inside the mouth, basically do not have to bite, a little bit with the mouth SIP can thoroughly swallow into the stomach.

That's true. Some of them are unimaginable.

Murongsheng looked at Shangguan flower with some surprise and asked curiously, "is this porridge really made by you?"

Shangguanhuang doesn't even look at murongsheng. He just focuses on the porridge with a spoon. He's afraid that if he accidentally burns murongsheng again. When it's cool, he hands it to murongsheng's mouth: "well, I made it."

This time, murongsheng had no expression of being forced to eat porridge. He was very willing and did not hesitate to swallow the porridge.

Feeling the taste of white porridge again, I couldn't help feeling: "how can you make porridge? When did you learn it? "

Isn't shangguanhuang the ghost king? There isn't a cook in this ghost King's mansion. Does a lord need to make food himself? In her last life, she didn't know shangguanhuang would go into the kitchen to make things.

Strange. It's really strange.

Shangguanhuang looked up at murongsheng and slightly raised his eyebrows: "this is the first time you feel proud about me. Do you really want to know?"

Murongsheng nodded without hesitation.

Of course I want to know.

From the last life to now, shangguanhuang is mysterious in her eyes, which makes people unable to see through.

It's even more unclear how deep the bottom of this person is.