The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Taking advantage of Meng Qinglang's absence, the scary ghost approached Baotougui and asked, "Do you think your lord is beating us?"

"No, my lord didn't beat me, but gave me the omelette. My lord is so kind to me."

The scary ghost shook his head. He really shouldn't be talking to a fool. He turned his head and watched Meng Qinglang closely, trying to get a clue from his micro-expression. Unfortunately, Meng Qinglang was expressionless the whole time except for a flash of shock.

Meng Qinglang stared at that Sachima's head for a while, but he still couldn't distinguish his face from his brain, which made him feel sick, but he also recognized it, it was the one who helped him drive away Meng Qingbin that night ghost.

Although they helped him, it was difficult for Meng Qinglang to determine whether they would cause harm to him. If he spent a little more energy, time would not be enough.

"What are you guys doing here?" I have to say, Meng Qinglang became much more confident after an outburst.

There was no ghost to speak for a while, Sha Qima shrank her head back, and suddenly said to her back: "Come here, someone who looks like a human!"

Soon a kid with big eyes was brought over, moved to the window C, blinked his long eyelashes, bit his finger and said, "Sir, I'm so hungry."

The "Wan" ghost surrounded the little ghost with expectant faces, as if there was a flower with a ghost face growing on the window, as ugly as it could be.

A skinny ghost squeezed them away and came to the side of the little ghost, and said in tears: "My lord, please help me stutter, I have starved to death for more than 50 years, and I just want to taste the taste of being full, because of this I didn't go to reincarnate obediently, it's okay for adults to have soup if they don't have food."

Meng Qinglang glanced at his small pot, then at the crowd of ghosts, silently lowered the curtains and went back to look at the pot.

All the ghosts looked at each other in blank dismay: "My lord didn't drive us away, and he didn't agree, what does that mean?"

The little ghost frowned: "Is it because I'm a boy that adults don't think I'm cute enough?"

"Hey, I knew I had borrowed the little red dress from the Rich Ghost League!"

Uncle Zhang squeezed in from behind and stretched his head to look at the room: "Don't talk nonsense, adults are modern people who value equality between men and women and will never discriminate against little boys. I think adults didn't drive us away, so there should be some drama." After speaking, he shrank back.

"Master, why are you running? You have a wealth of life experience here. As the backbone of our new ghost alliance, you have to be at the forefront."

"I'm old, and I don't look good when I die. I'm too ugly, so I won't dirty the eyes of adults."

Shaqima looked at the room with her head, silently shrank behind the ghosts, lowered her head and fell into autism.

The little ghost comforted him: "Brother Shaqima, don't be sad. You are different from other ghosts. Have you seen Picasso's "Weeping Woman"? It is very similar to you now. Your death is a masterpiece of art. When I can get I’m starting to draw a children’s version for you.”

Shaqima looked even more unhappy, and muttered in a low voice: "I am a man."

Uncle Zhang patted him on the shoulder: "Ghost, you have to accept your fate. You have to admit your shortcomings and discover your own strengths. You are the leader of our new ghost alliance, so be strong."

As the egg rolls matured, the fragrance of the food became more intense, and even Meng Qinglang felt his index finger twitch. The ghosts squeezed desperately against the window, only daring to stuff their noses in, sniffing greedily.

Open the lid of the pot, and the steamed shrimp omelette is golden on the outside, but the shrimp meat inside is slightly transparent when cut open. With the orange color of the carrot, it looks soft and delicious.

Meng Qinglang couldn't hold back, picked up a piece that didn't look good on the side and stuffed it into his mouth. The shrimp flavor was rich and fragrant, mixed with the aroma of carrots, and the texture of the omelette... It seemed that it was indeed better than the one he made last time. It tasted a little better, but...Meng Qinglang looked at the two ghosts who were sticking out their tongues and were about to go mad. Is it so exaggerated?

Meng Qinglang cut off the small tails on both sides of the egg rolls and gave them to them. The effect of the food this time seemed to be better than last time. The figures of the two of them were already solid enough to slightly cover the objects behind them. Meng Qinglang was a little curious , if he keeps feeding them, will they be able to live like humans again one day?

While thinking about it, Meng Qinglang poured the washed rice into the pot, chopped up a few egg rolls and cooked them together, put a few vegetable leaves, and sprinkled some salt, the porridge was cooked soon, and finally cut the Garnish with chopped carrots, Meng Qinglang tasted it, it was delicious, he picked up the pot, wanted to get a few bowls, but his hands were not enough.

"I'll come, my lord. What do you want your subordinates to hold?"

Meng Qinglang glanced at the scary ghost, pointed at the small bowl on the table with his chin: "Can you move it?"

"no problem!"

The scary ghost really picked it up, Meng Qinglang remembered that he said before that he couldn't take things from Yangjian.Meng Qinglang looked at the head-holding ghost, and pointed to a few deep plates on the table: "You take those."

Meng Qinglang opened the door with two ghosts, and the corridor was empty.

After thinking for a while, he turned to the window, opened it, and took a look outside. There were probably twenty or thirty ghosts. He looked at the small pot in his arms, and said to the scary ghost: "Bring a big bowl here."

Meng Qinglang poured the porridge into a big bowl and two ghosts distributed it to them. Most of the ghosts were not allowed to touch the bowl unless other ghosts handed it to them. Let them huddle together in the living room to eat. Seeing that the porridge was not enough, they went to cook another pot, which ensured that everyone had a bowl of gruel.

The food he made seems to be quite delicious to the ghosts. Every ghost eats with excitement, and some are even so excited that they shed tears. , Praise "Your Excellency is so kind".

How does it feel to have twenty or thirty ghosts crammed into a small living room?You can refer to the party of 30 people, Meng Qinglang felt the festive atmosphere from home for the first time.

That's right, it's a holiday, and as long as they have a bowl of porridge, they can eat happily. They lowered their ghost voices and chatted with each other. It sounded quite noisy. It was faintly headed by that Shaqima head, speaking ghost language. Meng Qinglang listened carefully. He can also understand, but he feels too tired and has no interest in eavesdropping on other ghosts, so he wears a pink piggy page apron and goes to the kitchen to pack his things.

"My lord doesn't look like a violent god. I think what I said last time can be considered. Brother Shaqima, what do you think?"

Sha Qima looked at the old man drinking porridge beside him: "What do you think, Mr. Zhang?"

Uncle Zhang swallowed the porridge in his mouth, pondered for a while, and said, "I've never met you before, why do you think your lord cooked spiritual food for us? Although it's just ordinary rice in Yangjian, it was made by God Meng himself. Back then, only God of the Underworld That's why it's treated like this."

"This...seems pitiful to us?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "There are too many poor ghosts, how many people do you see in Yangjian who feed the wild ghosts?"

"what do you mean?"

"Your Excellency may have recognized us. Although what we did last time was insignificant, it can be regarded as a share of your worries. Don't look at your lord's fierce face and don't talk to us. He is also a famous violent god in the underworld. In fact, he is kind. Very well, this time it may be to reward us, so following the adults will not be a disadvantage, but...

We are afraid that the adults think we are useless. If we want to follow the adults, we have to prove our worth. To say it now is shameless and wants to continue to take advantage of the adults. We must always remember our identities and respect God. Xinshan is also the well-known Lord Meng, the tyrannical god of the underworld. If the godhead does not change, the god will not change. "

"Uncle Zhang is right."

"Uncle Zhang knows a lot."

"I heard from my cousin that there is a ghost on its way to us, and it seems to have some kind of plan for Mr. Meng."

"Good opportunity! Tell your cousin to keep an eye on it."

"Ah, your family is so miserable? You and your cousin are both dead? Did any of your cousins ​​die? I haven't been married yet."

"roll!"

The egg rolls had already cooled down, and there were no ghosts to bother him. Meng Qinglang, who had a fierce look on his face, felt that if human beings were so obsessed with the food he made, he could consider opening a restaurant to make a fortune.

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Belief?Meng Qinglang paused while wiping the table, and a new row of words appeared in the upper left corner of the system, with faith value x130.

A few bowls of porridge opened up a new system, and Meng Qinglang suddenly had the feeling that the ghosts were easy to deceive. Seeing that they hadn't finished eating, Meng Qinglang clicked on the Faith Mall and looked at it. There are currently only three products.

Realization capsule (1 hour) x1 (upgradeable), priced at 10 belief points, 10-point ghost power capsule x1, priced at 10 belief points, pseudo-physical capsule (black dog 1 hour) x1, priced at 10 belief points.

The things in the mall didn't look very expensive. Meng Qinglang was about to open the physical capsule to see the detailed introduction, when a nervous voice came from beside him: "My lord, look... can you send me to reincarnation?"

The author has something to say: Meng Qinglang: I remember a chapter where my adjective was "handsome with milk"?

Author: Handsome milk is about appearance, fierce appearance is about temperament, no conflict.

Meng Qinglang: Hehe.

I made an appearance in the small theater today, and I looked a little fat on camera, let’s take a look at it ╮(╯▽╰)╭