Chapter 128

While Cen Xun was using Tong Ming as a guinea pig for his experiments, Feng Jihan had been secretly keeping an eye on him out of the corner of his eye.

Feng Jihan could feel the power fluctuations caused by the skill, but he couldn't determine the target of the skill. He couldn't help but wonder, what bad thing is the evil ball of wool doing again?

Cen Xun spent a little too long looking at his phone.

I don’t know who he was chatting with, but a smile appeared at the corner of Cen Xun’s lips, and he was obviously pleased by the person he was contacting.

Is it so fun to chat with others?

While waiting for the traffic light, Feng Jihan finally couldn't hold back and pretended to turn his head away unintentionally, but in fact his eyes were quietly glancing at Cen Xun's phone screen.

The sunlight was too strong, reflecting on the phone screen. Feng Jihan could hardly see the content on it, but he could see a puppet thread extending from Cen Xun's fingertips, and it seemed to have pierced into the phone screen?

Hmm? Is he dazzled?

"Is this also an illusion?" Feng Jihan asked in confusion.

"No, it's a new skill." Cen Xun retracted the puppet string that had disappeared into the screen. "The skill description says that this new skill allows my puppet string to travel to any corner of reality or fantasy."

Surprise flashed across Feng Jihan's eyes, but when he thought about Cen Xun, it became normal again. He didn't ask about the origin of the new skill, but quickly accepted the fact and thought of the key point: "In other words, 'network' is also within the definition of 'virtual'?"

Cen Xun admitted frankly: "Well, I just did an experiment with Tong Ming, and the results are encouraging."

"Even though he has always been at odds with Tong Ming, Feng Jihan couldn't help but sigh at this moment. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse for Tong Ming to have a brother like Cen Xun.

Feng Jihan thought for a moment, and thought to himself: "In this case, we can open up the pattern a little bit and try some conceptual 'illusory' definitions, such as time, for example..."

"destiny."

"destiny."

They both uttered the same word in unison.

Feng Jihan's eyes lit up with a smile: "Looks like I don't need to say more."

Cen Xun looked at him with his amber eyes for a while, and finally put away his phone.

The sunshine today was so bright that it made Cen Xun's eyes shine brightly and clearly. They looked at each other for a moment. Cen Xun suddenly grabbed his collar, leaned over, kissed him on the lips, and then whispered something against his lips.

"Clingy little bird."

The slightly cool and soft touch disappeared as soon as it touched him. Feng Jihan was stunned for a moment. Seeing Cen Xun kiss him and then sit back in his original seat as if nothing had happened, he subconsciously pursed his lips.

Facing Cen Xun's teasing gaze, Feng Jihan felt like he was seen through, so he didn't make any excuses and turned his head back with an upright expression. Just at this moment, the car behind him honked at him a few times. Feng Jihan started the car in a serious manner and drove through the traffic light that had been green for a long time.

Cen Xun looked at his red ears without looking away: "We are already an old married couple. Logically speaking, you should have gotten used to it."

"We're not an old married couple anymore," Feng Jihan had to emphasize, "Strictly speaking, we're divorced now."

Cen Xun pondered: "Strictly speaking, we haven't obtained a divorce certificate, so from a legal point of view, we haven't actually divorced yet."

But their marriage certificate was also obtained at the Civil Affairs Bureau in the nightmare world. If you really calculate it carefully, it is questionable whether it has any legal effect. The significance of the ceremony is far greater than the binding significance.

Cen Xun shook his head. "Human laws are too weak to impose strong constraints on both parties involved in a marriage. If I had signed a strange contract with you, you would never have done such a bad thing behind my back."

Sure enough, it is safer to use a contract binding method.

Since Feng Jihan finally gave up his position and chose to stand with him, Cen Xun can let bygones be bygones for what happened before, but Cen Xun will not give Feng Jihan another chance to leave.

After thinking for a moment, Cen Xun quickly made a decision: "When this is all over, I will sign a more solid contract with you, so that you will never have the chance to betray me or escape from me."

Most people would undoubtedly run as far away as possible after hearing these words. Coincidentally, Feng Jihan was not an ordinary person. After hearing these extremely evil words, he only felt a sense of relief.

Feng Jihan stopped the car, took Cen Xun's hand, and kissed the back of his hand. He looked at him with a smile, his crystal clear eyes like some kind of shimmering glass beads, filled with pure emotions: "I am willing to dedicate my whole soul to you."

There are not many people at Fengshan Wildlife Park today.

Although Cen Xun came here for the pandas, he would still go into other exhibition halls if he came across them on the way.

Both the man and the ghost wore props to reduce their presence and cover their faces. They held hands in the venue as if no one was around, and went to see the polar bears in the Arctic Pavilion together.

Cen Xun lowered his sunglasses slightly and looked at the thick-furred polar bear in the mirror: "My aesthetic taste must have been distorted by humans."

Feng Jihan held his hand and asked contentedly, "Why do you say that, Teacher Cen?"

"I used to appreciate creatures with bizarre shapes, but now I think furry things are cute." Cen Xun commented on the polar bear, "What a terrifying creature from Blue Star."

Feng Jihan's mouth twitched.

Cen Xun's distorted aesthetic has long been evident, not only in his bizarre fashion sense, but also in his talent for drawing.

When Feng Jihan first brought Cen Xun back from the orphanage, Cen Xun stayed up all night to go against him. He deliberately drew twisted graffiti all over his room and slapped bloody handprints on the wall. When Feng Jihan opened his eyes the next day, he almost thought the house was haunted.

When he caught Cen Xun, the culprit, and interrogated him, Cen Xun was so sleepy that he yawned and tried to argue that he was helping him with the renovation for free.

Feng Jihan felt that his aesthetic taste had also been distorted by the weirdness. Otherwise, why would he think Cen Xun was so cute at that time when he recalled this past event?

After a walk around, they finally arrived at the most important venue of this trip, the Panda Pavilion.

Feng Jihan had informed the person in charge here in advance, so Cen Xun could not only see the pandas, but also touch the real pandas himself.

Before touching the panda, Cen Xun thought that the fur of these black and white bears should feel soft, but when he actually touched the fur, Cen Xun was a little disappointed.

The fur looks nice to touch, but it actually feels hard, rough, and even a little prickly.

Feng Jihan saw his disappointment and said with a smile: "What's wrong? It's not easy to touch?"

Cen Xun ruthlessly criticized the national treasure: "Your feathers are not as nice to touch as them." Even the feel of a doll is not as good as it.

But his hand still honestly rubbed the panda's ears, and the round black ears bounced back instantly.

Well, this black and white bear is indeed quite cute.

The panda was concentrating on chewing the bamboo in its arms, and temporarily ignored the "human" who was playing with its ears.

Although the feel is not good, the color and appearance of this bear still conform to Cen Xun's aesthetic.

So the president calmly announced, "I'm going to keep a panda in my office at Nightmare University."

Feng Jihan choked: "This bear wants to eat bamboo and bamboo shoots. Can Nightmare University grow them?"

The nightmare world is full of monsters and the air pollution is extremely serious. After the nightmare world is restarted, plants can no longer grow normally in the nightmare world, let alone bamboo.

Cen Xun gave him a look that said, "You're so ignorant." "I can have [Walker] send a batch of fresh bamboo from the real world every day."

"Is this how you use your fifth brother's spatial ability?"

Also, it was only Cen Xun who came up with the idea of ​​keeping a panda in the office.

Feng Jihan didn't know what to say to dissuade Cen Xun from doing that. The panda seemed to be annoyed by Cen Xun's touching and actually turned around and bit Cen Xun's arm.

When the keeper not far away saw this scene, he let out a sharp roar and rushed over immediately. He was about to perform emergency rescue and rescue the tourist's hand from the panda's mouth. The next second, he saw the guest in front of him calmly pull his arm back from the panda's mouth, and the white and beautiful arm was completely intact!

"I take back what I just said." Cen Xun took Feng Jihan's shirt and wiped his arm, saying sincerely, "It's still safest to raise birds in the office."

Feng Jihan: ""

Keeper: ""

For Cen Xun, the feeling of being bitten by a panda is like being scratched by a cat. There is no difference between the two. Therefore, after leaving the panda house, Cen Xun still enthusiastically bought many panda-related derivative products.

Among them, a realistic panda cub doll attracted Cen Xun's attention.

Cen Xun touched it and this time it felt right.

Although there is already a large panda pillow in the bedroom, who would complain about having too many favorite dolls?

I went in empty-handed, and came out holding a very eye-catching simulated panda cub, which greatly increased the rate of people turning their heads to look at me along the way.

Seeing Cen Xun holding onto the lifelike doll tightly, Feng Jihan couldn't help but move closer to him and asked the question, "If the panda and I fell into the water at the same time, and neither of us could swim, who would you save first?"

Cen Xun: “”

Cen Xun glanced at him: "Feng Jihan, are you three years old this year?"

Feng Jihan insisted: "Don't avoid the question, tell me now."

"I just wonder why you ask such a question."

Cen Xun was very confused: "Why would I leave you alone and go save a strange bear first?"

Cen Xun held the simulated panda cub in one hand and said calmly, "The black and white bear is just average."

Feng Jihan asked doubtfully, "Then throw away this doll."

Cen Xun was silent for a moment, suspiciously, then pretended not to hear.

"He just knew it."

When it comes to their fate with pandas, it all starts with a wire cutter.

Yes, the string-cutting machine, that evil machine in the arcade where a big doll is hanging from a rope, and you can only get the big doll by cutting the rope.

At that time, there was a huge panda pillow hanging in a string cutting machine. Cen Xun took a fancy to it at first sight and stood in front of the machine for ten minutes but was unable to cut the string.

The owner of this video game arcade is very unscrupulous. The rope hanging the panda pillow is particularly thick, and the strength of the scissors is ridiculously low.

They were arguing about something that happened a few days ago before they left. However, in order to help Cen Xun get the panda pillow, Feng Jihan insisted on standing behind Cen Xun, half-circling him to operate the machine, and stood in front of the machine with Cen Xun for several hours, taking turns to cut the thread.

The final result is predictable. After getting the panda pillow, the quarrel inexplicably stopped. That night, Feng Jihan made glutinous rice and brown sugar meatballs, and Cen Xun finally agreed to eat them. At night, he left the door a crack for him, tacitly allowing him to go back to his room to sleep.

At that time, they were still in "high school" and neither of them had figured out their feelings for each other. After this incident, Feng Jihan began to have a different feeling towards Cen Xun.

Maybe I hugged her for too long.

"Do you remember the time when we played with the string cutter?" Cen Xun's voice brought Feng Jihan back to his senses.

Feng Jihan didn't expect that Cen Xun was thinking the same thing as him, and his reaction was slow: "I remember, what's wrong?"

Cen Xun said, "Actually, I didn't want the doll that much at the time." He just didn't want to go home and continue arguing with Feng Jihan.

If Feng Jihan hadn't foolishly accompanied him to cut his hair, Cen Xun wouldn't have had such patience.

Thanks to being held in Feng Jihan's arms for an entire afternoon, Cen Xun finally figured out what he really wanted.

He wanted Feng Jihan.

So after learning that Feng Jihan was going to leave on the night of his coming of age, Cen Xun made the decision without hesitation. He knocked Feng Jihan unconscious and forced the little bird that was about to fly away to stay.

The broken string on the doll did not disappear, but instead became entangled with both of them.

Cen Xun no longer remembers why he joined forces with [Destiny] to reverse time.

Before he decided to turn back time, did he foresee that he would have such an encounter with an atheist?

Unfortunately, to know the answer, we can only wait until he fully awakens.

As long as Cen Xun recovers his original Yaoyue level, he can rely on his level to break through the amnesia effect caused by the reversal of time.

By then, Cen Xun will be able to find out his true purpose of forcibly reversing time and promoting the emergence of the nightmare world.

The whole day went very smoothly. At 5:30 in the evening, Feng Jihan drove Cen Xun home.

Before entering the door, Feng Jihan keenly noticed that something was wrong in the villa.

"It seems someone has gone in." Feng Jihan stopped Cen Xun from entering the room, frowning slightly: "There are many auras inside, like an ambush."

Cen Xun still held the doll in one hand, his attitude very calm: "What are you afraid of? Just go in."

Feng Jihan looked at him suspiciously, then actually pressed the doorknob and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

The moment he entered the door, Feng Jihan only heard two loud bangs in his ears, and then colorful fireworks fluttered down from the sky.

The pieces of paper fell on the black and silver hair on Feng Jihan's head. Feng Jihan was stunned by this. He glanced at the newly decorated living room and finally figured out what had happened.

Behind him, Cen Xun came forward and said with a smile, "Happy birthday, little bird."

Feng Jihan finally understood why Cen Xun suddenly put aside his official duties and went with him to see the pandas.

It turned out that she had specially prepared such a surprise for him.

Feng Jihan glanced at Yun Shiqing, Chen Yaoshan, He Zhan and others who had "come back from the dead" one by one. He had to admit that this was indeed the birthday that felt most like a dream in all these years.

It's too good to be true.

There's no need for deliberately romantic elements or novel celebration programs.

Cen Xun knew him very well. To Feng Jihan, the returning "old friend" was more precious than any luxury.

In previous years, Cen Xun had always spent Feng Jihan's birthday with him, but this year's birthday was particularly lively. The large villa was filled with a strange mix of people, and two groups of people who were once enemies sat together, making a mess.

Even Tong Ming, who couldn't transform back into human form yet, came, with his eyeballs as big as hills all glued to Zhou Mian. Zhou Mian ignored him and calmly cut the fruit plate with the eye monster on his body.

While he was cutting, Wu Jin was eating openly, and from time to time he would pull an eyeball from Zhou Mian and put it into his mouth, enjoying the wonderful taste like a bursting eyeball, which made Tong Ming so angry that he cursed.

Kong Zhen, who had not yet started his spy mission, hid in the corner of the villa, like a silent ghost, and then scared to death an innocent person passing by.

Yun Shiqing witnessed the scene of a group of weird people dancing wildly and pressed his brow helplessly. Su Mingqi glanced at it and immediately reached out to do it for him.

Chen Yaoshan, who was standing next to him, sighed, "Times have really changed. They're no longer the same as they were back then."

Hasn't it changed?

In the past, they would never have imagined that they would actually sit together with monsters and help celebrate someone's birthday together.

He Zhan glanced at Cen Xun, who was talking to the eye monster, with an equally complicated look: "It's different."

But no matter what, they have been colleagues with Guiguai for a while, and their acceptance has greatly improved, so the atmosphere at the birthday party was not too bad.

Feng Jihan cut the cake and made a wish. Perhaps he was too happy, he even drank a little wine, which was a rare occurrence for him.

Feng Jihan has always had a poor alcohol tolerance. He gets drunk after a few drinks. If he doesn't actively speed up his body's metabolism, this amount of alcohol will make him drunk for about an hour.

Cen Xun helped Feng Jihan back to the room. Feng Jihan was dizzy and fell on the bed with Cen Xun without realizing it.

Cen Xun lay on his chest and patted the atheist's pretty face, which was tinged with crimson. "Are you so happy?"

Feng Jihan half opened his eyes and looked at him for a while, as if he finally recognized who he was, and called him with a smile: "Wife"

Cen Xun: "Shout again."

"Wife," Feng Jihan said vaguely, "Kiss me, brother."

Cen Xun deliberately said, "No."

Feng Jihan seemed a little distressed. After a long while, he thought of a solution. He simply pulled Cen Xun down and kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you, brother," Feng Jihan whispered, "I'm really happy today."

"I made a wish, do you want to know what it is?"

Cen Xun didn't have the taboo of "wishes not coming true if spoken out loud". As long as Feng Jihan dared to speak out, he would help Feng Jihan realize it. It wasn't difficult, so he asked, "What is it?"

Feng Jihan whispered in Cen Xun's ear, "I wish I could have a birthday like this again next year."

Cen Xun was speechless: "That's it?"

Is it that simple?

"You are too unambitious." Cen Xun caressed Feng Jihan's eyebrows and kissed him between the eyebrows: "But your wish will come true, my little bird."

Feng Jihan fell asleep, and Cen Xun left the room, preparing to go to the balcony to cool down.

The night was dark. Cen Xun was standing on the balcony. Hearing footsteps approaching from behind, he turned around and saw Zhou Mian.

Zhou Mian's expression seemed a bit complicated: "I once promised you that only on the captain's birthday can I give you a plan about the captain's future."

Cen Xun remembered this and nodded: "Can you tell me now?"

"Okay," Zhou Mian swallowed hard, "but I don't know whether I should tell you."

"What do you mean?" Cen Xun frowned, looking at Zhou Mian's expression, his heart suddenly skipped a beat: "Is it a bad future?"

Zhou Mian lowered his eyes, as if in agreement.

"Tell me, right now." Cen Xun took a deep breath, his eyes becoming sharp. "No matter what his future holds, I must find out."

Zhou Mian's pale lips moved slightly, and he finally revealed the future he had foreseen.

"The gift of fate had a price tag from the very beginning. He will witness the rebirth of the fallen god, and he will die amidst the fall of countless destinies."

"This will be the last birthday for an atheist."