first evil king

Chapter 180 Refused (1)
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"Pfft..." As soon as the black porridge entered the mouth, it turned into a black light before it entered the throat, what kind of porridge is this!It is clearly poison, no, poison is not so bad.

Pick up the chopsticks on the table, pick up the small dish and put it in your mouth, the next second...

"Bah bah..." Bitter, sour, astringent... even charcoal is better than it, no no no, this is an extreme challenge to the sense of taste!Can't stand it!

Jun Xie's small face was wrinkled like a bitter melon. He quickly picked up the kettle on the table and poured it into his mouth. He didn't stop until the strange taste in his mouth was diluted. He stared at Mo Lingxi with his dark eyes. But seeing that she just glanced at her, she still drank the porridge and ate the vegetables gracefully, and when she stretched out her chopsticks to the small dish on the table that was worse than poison, she stretched out her hand to hold her hand down, She shook her head and said: "Mother, don't eat it, it's too bad." I couldn't help wondering, it was obviously so bad, why did my mother eat it with such relish?Are their tastes so different?
Mo Lingxi gently pulled Jun Xie's hand away, continued to pick up the small dishes, put them in her mouth, and said vaguely while chewing: "Who said that the porridge cooked by my Xie'er is the best in the world?" It's delicious." Well, although the taste is really... weird, but when she ate it in her mouth, she only felt one taste, that is sweet and fragrant.

"It's obviously hard to eat, drink water." Jun Xie's small mouth was so high that it could hang a small pot, and he snatched the white porcelain bowl from Mo Lingxi's hand domineeringly, and then took the small dish in front of him. Mo Lingxi moved again, and poured a glass of water for her to rinse her mouth. If she ate this breakfast, she would have to squat on the toilet for several days.

Seeing her daughter who was rarely so domineering in front of her, Mo Lingxi took a sip from the water glass, her expression filled with warmth and kindness, patted her puffed cheeks, and said with a light smile: "For me The morning porridge cooked by Xie'er himself is the most delicious in the world, because I can eat the heart in it." After a meal, a narrow smile flashed in his eyes, and he said: "Of course, first Second time, with my Xie'er's cleverness, how can a mere bowl of white porridge be overwhelmed?"

"Yes, I, Nangong Junxie, will be knocked down by a mere bowl of white porridge." Putting down the white bowl with a 'bang', Jun Xie raised his head and clenched his hands, his small face flashed with a stubborn light: "Mother , you wait, Xie'er will definitely be able to cook a table full of Chinese people for you." She still didn't believe it, why don't she just cook a bowl of porridge, it won't be more difficult than breaking through and advancing!
"Okay, mother is waiting, but mother is not full yet!" Mo Lingxi nodded in relief, and then her eyes kept staring at the 'black porridge' and 'black vegetables' on Jun Xie's table, meaning unknown And Yu, this is the first meal that Xie Er cooks!
"No." Jun Xie was more determined, and quickly put all the "black porridge" and "black vegetables" that hadn't eaten a few mouthfuls into the wooden tray, then picked them up extremely nimbly, and ran towards the door of the room with his legs removed Go, Mo Lingxi didn't move too slowly, she immediately ran up and grabbed Jun Xie's hand, preventing her from taking it away, and then the two of them just stood there pulling each other.

'Knock, knock, knock', just as the two were chatting happily, there was a knock on the door of the house.

The two stopped at the same time, looked at each other, and let go at the same time. When their eyes moved, the happy smile on their faces froze, and they were replaced by profound and inexplicable expressions. As expected of a mother and daughter, their movements and expressions were exactly the same.

"Who?" came out of Mo Lingxi's cold voice, without a trace of emotion at all, completely different from that loving mother just now.

"Sister-in-law, it's Zhiluo, third uncle, fourth uncle, and fifth uncle are here to see Xie'er's niece, can you open the door?" Nangong Zhiluo's deep voice came from outside the house, although he said so, it was hard to hide it This is an indelible majesty of those who have been in power for a long time.

Mo Lingxi glanced at Jun Xie who was standing by the door, with a gentle smile on his face, and his tone remained as cold as before: "Thanks for the concern of the three uncles, Xie'er has not recovered from the cold, and it is not suitable to see the wind. Please forgive me. Xi is rude, I can't invite a few of you in."

There was a sudden silence outside, as if the person had already left, but the two people in the room knew that the person outside had not left.

Inside and outside the house, no one spoke anymore, the awkward atmosphere surrounded each other, and the cold wind seemed even colder.

"Xie'er has been ill for more than two months, and she still hasn't recovered. She must be seriously ill. Ling Xi, don't be stubborn, let's go in and have a look! You should know that there are three of us here. How can a little cold wind hurt Xie'er." A loud voice sounded first, breaking the quiet atmosphere.

Jun Xie looked out through the crack of the door. There were four people in purple clothes standing in the snowy courtyard. Nangong Zhiluo stood straight in front, slightly to the left. Behind were three old men with similar faces. The deep purple robes are elegant, with a group of different shapes of flames embroidered on the lapels, representing their identities. The square face of the old man on the far left looks a little rough, with a haughty look in his eyes, and the old man in the middle is full of arrogance. With a calm look, there is a faint arrogance in the gentleness. The man on the far right is younger and younger than the other two, with a very handsome face, exuding a chic and flying look.

Sure enough, these three people are the three purple-clothed men that night, the one on the far right must be the fourth grandfather Nangong Jinchong, the middle one is the third grandfather Nangong Jinshan, and the one on the left is the fifth grandfather Nangong Jinyi.

It was Nangong Jinchong who spoke just now. Although he showed great concern for her in his words, she didn't see any warmth in his clear eyes. Obviously he didn't like Nangong Junxie.

"Yes! Ling Xi, let us go in!" Nangong Jinyi on the left immediately echoed, his expression was anxious, it could be seen that he really loved Nangong Junxie.

However, Mo Lingxi did not let go: "Don't worry, three uncles. Although Ling Xi is not as good as the three uncles, she is still proficient in medical skills. Xie'er can only be taken care of by Ling Xi. The three uncles are busy. Xi's mother and daughter are sinners, how dare they labor three uncles with a mere ailment." Although he said this as a junior everywhere, he was not very polite, and in the end he directly issued an order to expel the guests.

The faces of the four people outside the house changed drastically at the same time, except for Nangong Jinyi, all of them showed anger, Nangong Jinchong snorted coldly: "Ling Xi, what do you call that, we are also concerned about Xie'er, anyway, she They are the only surviving children of the direct line, Zhihao's only flesh and blood, we..."

(End of this chapter)