Evil King's Supreme Poisonous Queen

At this time, Murong Sheng moved his eyes to the spoon of porridge and glanced at shangguanhuang.

There is some frustration in my heart.

How did she feel so wronged?!

How so wronged!

If you don't want to drink, you have to be forced to put a spoon in your mouth, and then you can't get your hot tongue by yourself.

Now, I have to be wronged like this and continue to be fed by shangguanhuang!

But if you don't eat... Looking at the look of Shangguan Huang just now, who knows what unbearable things this person will do. Sure enough, she is a poor little girl who lives under others. She can't do any resistance by herself.

The only way to do this was to squeeze his flat mouth, touch the spoon with his tongue, and then open his mouth and bite into his mouth.

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

Although the spoon was so hot that her tongue was numb, at least she tasted some porridge.

To tell the truth, this is not a lie. Don't look at the appearance of the bowl of porridge held by Guan Huang. But the taste, like what Shangguan Huang said, is still very good.

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.

Ugly people don't want to drink at all.

"Let you have porridge instead of a spoon," said Shangguan Huang. He didn't take the spoon out of murongsheng's mouth. Suddenly, he was a little funny. He moved the spoon and called murongsheng back to God. "What do you think? What do you do with a spoon? Isn't this bowl of porridge enough for you?"

So hungry?

Don't even want to let go of the spoon. You want to eat it in your stomach?

"Oh..."

Murong Sheng recovered and spit out the spoon. Taste the white porridge in your mouth. Basically, you don't have to bite. If you sip it a little, you can completely swallow it into your stomach.

Really, some people can't imagine.

Murong Sheng looked at Shangguan flowers in surprise, barked his mouth and asked curiously, "did you really make this porridge yourself?"

Shangguan Huang didn't even look at Murong Sheng, but focused on blowing the porridge with a spoon. He was afraid that he would burn Murong Sheng again accidentally. When it was cool, he handed it to murongsheng's mouth: "well, I did it."

This time murongsheng had no expression of being forced to eat porridge. He was very willing and swallowed the porridge without hesitation.

Once again, I felt the taste of the white porridge and couldn't help sighing: "how did you make porridge? When did you learn it?"

Isn't shangguanhuang the ghost king? There is no cook in the ghost palace. Do you need a lord to cook food himself? In her last life, she didn't know that shangguanhuang would go into the kitchen to make things.

Strange, it's really strange.

Shangguan Huang looked up at Murong Sheng and slightly raised his eyebrows: "this is the first time you feel mighty about my affairs. Do you want to know?"

Murong Sheng nodded without hesitation.

Of course I want to know.

From her previous life to the present, shangguanhuang was mysterious in her eyes, which could not be seen through at all.

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