Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1394 Pen and Ink End of the World (75)

The car curtain falls.

All the ghosts get up on the sedan chair.

Wandering in the bustling ghost market, all the ghosts worship.

This is the best sincerity Minghong can give Linghulan.

In the following process, Linghu Lan was already a little dizzy, the marriage of the ghost king was a big event, and the whole ghost world became a sensation.

On this day, the sins of all beings in the ghost world are more or less reduced, which is a once-in-a-lifetime amnesty in the ghost world.

After the ceremony, enter the bridal chamber.

In Minghong's gorgeous Nether Palace, Linghu Lan was sitting on the jade bed. Minghong lifted her hijab, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

This is the bride he personally chose, the one he misses so much, the one he is willing to challenge the entire ghost world for.

"Am I pretty?" Linghu Lan asked with a smile.

"It looks good!" Ming Hong replied honestly.

Linghu Lan stood up and gently lifted Minghong's chin with her fingers. "How pretty?"

Minghong smiled slightly, leaning forward and resting his chin on her palm. "It's best to look naked, help me undress."

Linghu Lan: "..." Dirty dirty, you've learned to be bad!
But, I like it very much
……

the next day.

When Linghulan woke up, she was at Wenmo's house, the familiar sunlight shone on the little bed, everything looked warm and beautiful.

The smell of breakfast was already tangy, and for a moment, she was in a trance. Such a warm picture had appeared in her memory many times.

It wasn't until seeing Ming Hong's handsome face that Linghu Lan came back to her senses.

"time to eat."

"You did it?" Linghu Lan was a little surprised. In the last world, the magic machine had a negative skill point in cooking, but in this world, the cooking talent is automatically lit up?

Minghong smiled slightly and pointed to the kitchen.

I saw a few little ghosts protected by a yin spirit formation, and the little ghosts were washing and peeling vegetables in an upright and calm manner, and cooking with a spoon. Their posture looked professional.

Linghu Lan: "..." I knew I was thinking too much.

She sat at the dining table, took a sip of the porridge made by the little ghost, and swallowed the delicious food with her tongue.

"Who is that person?"

"Used to be a chef."

"Huh? The chef still commits crimes? Why didn't he go to reincarnation?"

Ming Hong paused, "Nicknamed Chef."

Linghu Lan's hand holding the spoon was almost frightened, and she lost her appetite immediately, "He cooks with people?"

(End of this chapter)