Evil King's Supreme Poisonous Queen

Shangguan Huang had some aftertaste in his heart. He didn't expect Murong Sheng to react so quickly.

However, at least now shangguanhuang's heart also understood that he was not unattractive in murongsheng's heart. At least, sometimes murongsheng can't help being fascinated when he looks at him.

Even so, shangguanhuang's heart was already very satisfied.

"Yes."

Shangguan Huang nodded. He was really curious. Curious about what Murong Sheng dreamed in his dream and what he could hear from Murong Sheng's mouth.

Looking at shangguanhuang's appearance, murongsheng almost looked stunned again. Hurriedly, he was almost confused by shangguanhuang's face, and he couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Coldly hummed to shangguanhuang twice: "what else can you dream of? A bird will come out of the mouth at this time. Naturally, I dreamed of a chicken, which has been sliced chicken!"

With that, Murong Sheng stretched out his hand and gestured on shangguanhuang, smiling: "look, it's just like your current figure. It's white and tender. The cut meat must be very delicious."

Shangguan Huang also wanted to hear something interesting from Murong Sheng's mouth. His face was leisurely. As a result... After listening to murongsheng's words, shangguanhuang relaxed and completely dissipated his emotions.

The slightly hooked corners of his mouth suddenly stiffened there, his eyes narrowed slightly and looked at Murong Sheng.

Murong Sheng's words mean that he looks like a white cut chicken all the time?!

Although his physical condition is very weak, he doesn't have the strength to bind chickens like a weak scholar! Is it because his skin is too white? But white skin is beyond his control!

The description that jumped out of Murong Sheng is not good at all!

"You," said Shangguan Huang, looking at murongsheng deeply, reaching out to catch murongsheng and asking carefully, "do you really think I'm like a white cut chicken?"

"What are you doing?" Murong Sheng slapped Shangguan Huang on the back of his hand. "Do I know you very well? What are you doing to me!"

Before his hand touched Murong Sheng's arm, he was photographed down in mid air. Listen to Murong Sheng's tone is not very good. Shangguan Huang can only temporarily put aside Murong Sheng's words that he is a white cut chicken: "what's the matter? He's still angry?"

Murong Sheng rolled his eyes at Shangguan Huang: "it's easy to make me not angry. You find the two servant girls around me."

Because of her injury, she lay in bed all day and all night, and everyone was about to lose her life. Although it was to play and enslave shangguanhuang, this situation was also very boring for her.

However, it's really a good feeling to use shangguanhuang as a little boy who calls on the past.

I'll do whatever I want him to do. I'll sing a little song when I should sing, and I'll play the piano when I should play against him. When she was interested, she asked shangguanhuang to draw a Xiao for her.

disagree? Want a black face? Want to be angry?

OK, let her die and bury her near the ghost King's house. She will watch the ghost king go to hell with her own eyes.

In this way, even if shangguanhuang was not happy, he could only do it honestly.