If it were someone else, this feeling of trying all his best and finding himself punched on the cotton would probably be able to suffocate people to death, but Feng Xian is not someone else.

In the face of the king's tolerance, Feng Xian became more and more presumptuous.

"You do it yourself."

Rolling his eyes unceremoniously, the white-haired young man kicked on the king's body, not taking the king's face seriously at all.

Maybe for Feng Xian, face, what is that?

Not to mention other people's face, Feng Xian is really unceremonious to step on.

"I'll go right away."

However, even if Feng Xian was so bad, the king still smiled, and the indifferent tone made Feng Xian snort, and the expression on his face eased slightly, but his attitude was still very disdainful.

For Feng Xian, these guys he doesn't care about naturally have no need to be treated well, but not everyone can become the existence of Feng Xian's heart.

A king who takes it by force will not be such an existence.

If it weren't for the restriction of ability exposure, Feng Xian would have escaped by now.

The good-natured king was 10% tolerant of Feng Xian's bad temperament, and I saw that he was really as Feng Xian said, smiled and rolled up his sleeves and walked in the direction of the kitchen, looking like he really wanted to cook.

But because a grumpy "queen" cooks such a thing, can he really do it?

Feng Xian propped his chin and looked at the king with interest who had already bare his arms and sleeves and was ready to cook.

If he really has the ability to cook, maybe this king's previous hobby was cooking?

The "king" of the Blue system is actually a charismatic man.

The elf-like face is not stained, the emerald green eyes seem to have a natural atmosphere, and he also has a very good figure, strong but definitely not muscular, and the same, he will not look thin.

Even from a man's point of view, Feng Xian had to admit that he was actually good-looking.

Of course, it's not as good as him!

Especially when the man still looks very homely.

The young man's sleeves were pulled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms, and a green ribbon was tied around his wrist, the end of which was neatly trimmed, trembling with the man's movements, like seaweed in water.

"Hey, what did I say your name?"

"The Hulk."

If the former sentence is friendly, then the latter sentence is definitely a war.

The young man who seemed to be an elf turned around helplessly, and the green bangs on his forehead were casually clamped, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

As for why Feng Xian called him Hulk, of course, it was because the young man's hair was the same green as his eyes.

"Osi."

"Oh West?"

Feng Xian raised her eyebrows, this name is strange enough.

The smile on Ouxi's face suddenly became even more helpless, the pair of emerald green eyes turned slightly, and a moment later, a huge eyeball appeared in front of Feng Xian, and the huge eyeball was like a light curtain, reflecting two big characters.

Feng Xian suddenly pursed his lips, kicked on the eyeball, and turned his head to stop looking at Ouxi.

Ou Xi could only smile bitterly and continued to fiddle with the ingredients in his hands, it could be seen that this pampered king probably really had a hobby of cooking, otherwise how could the knife work be so good?

I'm afraid that the palace chefs are ashamed of themselves.