Chapter 2187: Serving a bowl of Meng Po Soup 40

But white ink is different.
It's not that Bai Mo existed before Xi Gang came to this plane. White ink was made from one rib and three drops of her hard work, and the hard work left by the last Meng Gong!
In other words, Bai Mo is equivalent to someone created by her.
How could such a person be a Shen He?
After thinking about it, Xi Yan thought it seemed possible.
Shangguan Hao must not be Shen He, because Zi Shengyan likes Shang Guanhao and Shang Guanhao does not like her. This is the model of Shang Yu and Ye Yutong.
In this Huangquan, besides Shangguan Hao and Bai Mo, Xi Yan did not have too much contact with other men.
According to the inertia of the previous plane, Shen He is either Shangguan Hao or Bai Mo.
Since Shangguan Hao was ruled out, Bai Mo should be Shen He.
Among the many planes in the past, there were also several occasions when Xi Xi felt that there were no cranes in the planes, but in the end it turned out that almost every plane has his presence.
So in the end Xi Xi came to a conclusion that Bai Mo has a great possibility of being Shen He.
Then it only needs her to make a final practical judgment--
Take a chance to kiss Bai Mo and see if you can find the soul mark.
When Xi Xi wanted to understand, the sky was already white.
Xi Ying yawned before falling asleep.
After an hour, Bai Mo woke up.
After waking up in the middle of the night to talk to Xi Yan, he never dreamed again, and he felt comfortable sleeping.
He saw Xi Ying sleeping soundly, and all his movements were light-footed, for he was shocked.
After going downstairs, Bai Mo dared to make moves and make sounds at will.
"Purple smoke, early." Bai Mo greeted him in a good mood.
"Morning, do you want porridge or soy milk?" Zi Shengyan was busy breakfast in the kitchen.
"Wow there is soy milk? Then please come to a bowl of soy milk!"
Bai Mo went to the backyard and squatted down to see how his sunflower was doing.
But sunflower seeds that were just planted yesterday, and only one night passed, how could there be any movement?
Bai Mo could only see the yellow sandy land which was no different from yesterday.
"White ink, your soybean milk." Zi Shengyan put a bowl of soybean milk on the table in the lobby.
"coming."
Bai Mo walked over and saw a bowl of soy milk and a bun.
"Tough work for you, in fact, you can stay in Huangquan and do nothing. After all, Pluto only said that you can stay in Huangquan for a hundred years without letting you do anything." Bai Mo sat down.
"Nothing is hard." Zi Shengyan walked over with a bowl of porridge and sat opposite Bai Mo.
"In the world, I did n’t want to do any of these things. I thought it would be terrible after I died, but I did n’t expect that when I came to Huangquan, it was the happiest time I have lived so big. Right, Is Grandma not up yet? "
"No, I told her a dream I had in the middle of the night and disturbed her sleep. When I got up, she slept soundly, so I didn't wake her up." Bai Mo took a bite of the bun.
Zi Shengyan listened to Bai Mo's words, and his envious look was obvious.
She looked down at the porridge in the bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and whispered, "That's great."
"What?" Bai Mo asked roughly.
Zi Shengyan looked up and smiled enviously, "I said you and Grandma, you are so good."
"I also think it's fine." Bai Mo smiled, "But I think it would be better if Grandma didn't let me sleep on the ground, but slept with her in bed together!"