Chapter 147 Hatching Eggs 4 (Feng Jihan's Perspective)

The morning sets the tone for the day. The next morning, Feng Jihan got up early, changed the sofa cover in the living room downstairs, and then happily made breakfast for his human.

After doing all this, Feng Jihan went upstairs and prepared to wake up the tired humans.

When he opened the door, Feng Jihan discovered that Cen Xun had woken up. He was sitting on the bed with the quilt in his arms, staring into the void in a daze, as if he was a little dazed.

The long black hair that was usually tied up became a little frizzy and scattered messily on the shoulders. The fair skin was faintly visible, and vague traces of ambiguity could be seen.

Feng Jihan was so breathless that he couldn't help but walk into the room, lean over and kiss the human's hair, and asked with infinite tenderness: "Why did you wake up?"

The human seemed to have just come to his senses, and his first action was to turn his face away and push him away slightly.

Through this action, Feng Jihan suddenly sensed a bad aura. Sure enough, the next second, he saw the human droop his eyelashes, sigh softly, and said in a low voice: "Just pretend that what happened last night never happened."

The human had clearly turned into a puddle of water in his arms last night, but today his attitude suddenly changed. Not only did he refuse his closeness, he also made it clear that he wanted to draw a clear line between them.

Feng Jihan, who had even thought of a wedding date, was in disbelief. He didn't understand where he had gone wrong and immediately asked, "Why?!"

The human pursed his lips slightly, as if he found it difficult to speak the reason, and finally said softly: "This is not good."

"What's wrong with that?" Feng Jihan coaxed patiently, "As far as I know, humans can remarry. It doesn't matter if the old husband is gone. There's no punishment from heaven for getting a new husband."

Oops! As soon as he said that, Feng Jihan realized that something was wrong. He had spoken too quickly and said what was in his heart! He looked at Cen Xun anxiously, afraid that the human would notice his overly urgent thoughts.

Fortunately, the human didn't pay much attention to this little thing. He just sneered and said in self-loathing, "He's only been gone for less than two months, and I did this behind his back. If he knew about this, I'm afraid he would die with regret."

Feng Jihan thought so too. His beautiful wife had been abducted by someone else just over a month after her death. If it were him, he would also die with regrets. However, there was a huge difference between him and that dead human husband. The difference was that he was a god with an infinite lifespan. It was impossible for his wife to be taken away by someone else, haha.

But in front of humans, he would never dare to show his contempt for that dead husband. Heartbroken, he held the dejected beauty in his arms and comforted her, saying, "If he knew about this in the afterlife, he would definitely not want to see no one taking care of you."

"Really?"

"real."

Before they knew it, the two were kissing each other again. Cen Xun seemed to suddenly realize that he had crossed the line again and turned his head to hide. Feng Jihan certainly would not give him this opportunity and held him in his arms, leaving him no room to dodge.

At this point, Feng Jihan absolutely cannot play the game of taking it slow and steady anymore. If humans take one step back, he has to take two steps forward. Otherwise, how can he get the person?

Take a chance and the widow will become a wife!

In the past, Feng Jihan liked to follow humans closely. Now that he has tasted the sweetness, he wants to get close to humans whenever he gets the chance.

The human's refusal was not firm and was obviously wavering, so Feng Jihan became more and more demanding. He even had to squeeze into a chair with Cen Xun to look at the plan, and then hold the human in his arms and look at the plan with him.

"Is this your job?" Feng Jihan looked at the words "copy mechanism" and "appearance" on the report and asked curiously, "Is it related to the game?"

"Yeah," the human nodded. "I manage a gaming company, and they're planning a major overhaul of the game mode, so I'm busy working on it."

A gaming company? Feng Jihan glanced at the human's beautiful profile, eager to learn more about the human's past, so he asked, "What game is it?"

Cen Xun's answer was a little beyond Feng Jihan's expectations: "A bloody and violent horror holographic game where you can kill the player in an immersive way."

Feng Jihan found it difficult to associate the words "horror game" with Cen Xun. After all, the human appearance looked as beautiful as a work of art, fragile and noble, and not at all like the evil villain with bad intentions.

But the human said that he had a horror game company that could kill players in an immersive way.

"Actually, I really enjoy killing other players in the game." Cen Xun smiled, looking embarrassed. "Do you think I'm scary?"

Ah, it’s the evil beauty, it smells even better!

Feng Jihan immediately changed his mind and said seriously, "It's not scary. How can playing games to relieve stress be scary?"

"Really?" Cen Xun tilted his head slightly to look at him, looking very innocent. "But I've also killed people in the real world. Isn't this scary too?"

Feng Ji's heart melted. Humans were so cute, so what if they pierced the sky? He irrationally made up an excuse for humans: "Those people must have provoked you. You have your reasons."

This inexplicably made the human laugh. He reached out and touched Feng Jihan's collar. His voice inexplicably lowered a little. To Feng Jihan, it sounded extremely seductive. "Aren't you a god? Why don't you punish a wicked person like me?"

"Why should I punish you for someone who has nothing to do with you?" Feng Jihan's tone was filled with genuine doubts: "I am your little bird god, I only care about you, not the life and death of others."

Somehow, these words made the human feel very happy. He actually raised his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

"You're so nice, completely different from him." The beautiful woman murmured against his cheek: "He controls me, saying that what I did was wrong. In order to help others, he even threatened to divorce me."

Feng Jihan was shocked.

How could there be such an ungrateful, wasteful, unable to distinguish right from wrong, blind, short-sighted, heartless, shameless, and worse than an animal!

Feng Jihan was filled with anger and couldn't help but criticize her dead human husband for all his worthlessness.

The human only smiled at him, and her reaction became very weak when she mentioned her dead husband.

Haha, I guess you’ve lost love a long time ago!

As they cursed each other, they kissed each other again without realizing it. In the end, Cen Xun pushed him away and whispered that he had to work. Feng Jihan reluctantly let him go and put his head on the human's shoulder. While playing with his long hair, he asked, "Why do you suddenly want to change the game mode? Isn't the previous mode good enough?"

Cen Xun said vaguely: "Well, it's a bit bad. Now that our company's player base has grown, the previous model is no longer applicable."

Feng Jihan asked eagerly, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Cen Xun smiled and said, "Your ability to stay by my side is the greatest help to me."

He can't bear to leave me, he can't live without me, he likes me!

Feng Jihan felt sweet inside and was completely dizzy with being coaxed.

After learning that the human's dead husband was not good to humans, Feng Jihan no longer felt any guilt about entering the human's room at night.

The human tried to resist him and not let him in: "Forget it tonight, tonight."

Feng Jihan used a little strength and pushed the door open. When he went in, he was like a big-tailed wolf. The human was forced into a corner by him and looked like a weak, pitiful and helpless little white rabbit.

Feng Jihan coaxed him, "I'll just hug you, I won't do anything."

Waiting to get to the bed.

Feng Jihan continued to coax her, "I'll just rub against her, I won't do anything."

A while later.

Cen Xun gritted his teeth and said, "Aren't you just rubbing it?"

Feng Jihan pretended to be surprised: "Ah, how could it be! I went in accidentally!"

""

The human was so angry that he kicked him, but this little bit of attack power was nothing. Feng Jihan turned the human over, grabbed his wrists and clasped them behind his waist, making sure that he had complete control over the struggling human under him before continuing.

"Um, a little gentler," the human let out a suppressed groan, and the butterfly bones on his snow-white back seemed to be flapping wings as if ready to fly.

Feng Jihan mercilessly possessed this human, and while the human was in a daze, he asked him in a despicable manner in his ear: "Is this room your wedding room?"

"What?" The human's pupils shrank suddenly. He was pushed hard by him, and finally managed to catch his breath. He bit his lip and said reluctantly, "No."

"No?" Feng Jihan finally found his chance and took the opportunity to continue pressing him: "Then why are there other men's clothes in the closet? Huh?"

Cen Xun couldn't explain it clearly, he buried his face in the pillow and gasped: "Then, then it's lost."

Feng Jihan was still not satisfied.

The traces of life in this villa were too obvious. Anyone who looked could tell that all the daily necessities here were double portions. It would have been fine if he hadn't been here before, but now that he was here, he naturally couldn't allow his ex-husband's things to continue to stay.

In the past, Feng Jihan would definitely not dare to go so far. His human husband had just passed away, and he couldn't wait to throw away his things. This was really a bit unreasonable. But after seeing that Cen Xun favored him more now, Feng Jihan became unscrupulous.

It is said that those who are favored are fearless. Under the intentional or unintentional indulgence of humans, the little bird god suddenly became arrogant.

Haha, how can a tasteless dead husband compare with a caring living husband.

A few days passed, and the little bird god who had taken over the magpie's nest took it for granted that he was the other owner of the house and began a vigorous cleaning.

While Feng Jihan was busy cleaning the villa, Cen Xun lay on the sofa, eating washed grapes and playing with his mobile phone, letting him do whatever he wanted.

A news report was being broadcast on the TV. Cen Xun treated it as background noise while playing on his phone, but Feng Jihan listened carefully.

"Recently, parades organized by people with special abilities are still taking place in various places."

Feng Jihan was born not long ago and stayed with Cen Xun all day long. He had no idea what was happening outside. Only now did he realize that there were people with superpowers in his world.

Feng Jihan put down the mop, sat on the sofa, put Cen Xun's legs on his knees, and touched his cold ankles. Cen Xun immediately shrank his feet: "Itchy."

Feng Jihan asked: "Why are there still people with special abilities?"

Behind the phone screen, Cen Xun glanced at him: "That was in the past. There are no people with special abilities in the world now."

Feng Jihan asked in surprise: "How could this happen?"

Cen Xun said calmly, "Because some idiot sacrificed himself and took away all the superpowers of mankind."

Feng Jihan: "Then why are these people with special abilities parading?"

"What else can they do? They're just unwilling to accept this," Cen Xun said casually. "Being a psychic used to have many advantages. They could always outdo ordinary people. Now that their powers are gone, and the government is abolishing the preferential treatment for psychics, of course they're getting anxious."

Feng Jihan scoffed at this, holding the human's ankle and saying, "Greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant."

He suddenly thought of a question and looked at Cen Xun: "Baby, did you have superpowers before?"

Cen Xun said, "Yes."

Is there really such a thing? Feng Jihan asked with interest, "What kind of supernatural power is it?"

"Bird Taming." Cen Xun said seriously, "I have a code name in the Heresy Monitoring Bureau: Bird Tamer, Class A."

Feng Jihan was half-believing and half-doubting: "You are lying to me, right?"

"Really?" Cen Xun said with a serious expression. "Why else would I pick up bird eggs from the trash can? Isn't it because I couldn't bear it that I took in the homeless bird?"

Feng Jihan was even more confused: "Baby, did you really pick me up from the trash can?"

Cen Xun nodded: "Yes."

Feng Jihan leaned dangerously on Cen Xun and asked again in a seemingly harmless tone, "Did you really find it in the trash can?"

Cen Xun: “”

Feng Jihan put Cen Xun's phone aside, lowered his head and was about to kiss him. Cen Xun put his hand on his lips, turned his face away, and changed the subject: "My brother is coming, please clean up a room for him to stay in."

"Brother?" Feng Jihan asked doubtfully through Cen Xun's fingers, "You have a younger brother?"

"Well, I have eight brothers and sisters." Cen Xun touched his face, thought for a moment, and added, "But four of them are dead."

Feng Jihan: ""

Feng Jihan straightened up and looked at Cen Xun in confusion.

What a complicated family situation.

Her husband died, and her brothers and sisters also died. She is such a miserable widow.

"It's my ninth brother who came. He said he wanted to come and see me." Cen Xun also sat up and said nonchalantly, "He must be too bored staying in his hometown."

Feng Jihan suddenly became a little nervous: "Then how are you going to introduce me to him?"

Cen Xun paused suspiciously, then coughed lightly: "I told him that there is a new nanny at home."

Feng Jihan: ""

"You don't plan to introduce me to him?" Feng Jihan felt aggrieved: "Am I really so embarrassing for you?"

"No, listen to me," the human said, noticing his displeasure, "Old Nine has a fondness for my husband. I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it right away. Once you get to know each other better, I'll slowly introduce you to him."

"Ex-husband!" Feng Jihan rigorously corrected the human's wording.

"Okay, ex-husband." The human changed his tone and said, "I'm sorry, my little bird god will have to bear with this for a while."

Feng Jihan was still pleased with this, so he was coaxed into agreeing and got up to clean up the room.

Cen Xun's ninth brother arrived very quickly. Only half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Cen Xun went to open the door. The young man at the door was enthusiastic: "Fourth brother! I came to see you! How are you? Did you miss me?!"

When Feng Jihan heard the voice, he immediately went downstairs and saw the legendary ninth brother. To be honest, although the boy was also very handsome, he did not bear much resemblance to Cen Xun. No one knew where he came from. He was covered in dust and had a huge sack of fertilizer on his shoulder.

Cen Xun's complex voice sounded: "How did it become like this? What's in the sack?"

The ninth brother smiled innocently, "Sixth brother asked me to bring some potatoes. He said that Sixth sister-in-law had a good harvest of potatoes in her field, so he asked me to dig some up and bring them to you. So I dug up all the potatoes from his field and didn't leave any for him, hehe."

Cen Xun: “”

Cen Xun's forehead twitched: "What's the use of you bringing it to me? I don't like eating potatoes."

The boy curled his lips: "Don't you have a nanny at home? Give him some food."

Nanny Feng Jihan: ""

At this time, the boy also saw him and said to him with the same enthusiasm: "Hello, nanny!"

He looked very innocent, but he actually brought tens of millions of critical hits to the Bird God.

Feng Jihan smiled: "Haha, Ninth Brother is here, don't stand at the door, come in quickly."

Cen Xun glared at the young man, but still stepped aside and said, "Go take a shower."

"Okay!" The boy threw away the big sack and went to take a shower obediently.

Feng Jihan opened the sack and saw that it was indeed a large bag of potatoes, still covered in mud. They were incredibly fresh. He couldn't help but sigh, "Your brother looks young, but he's full of energy. He dug out so many potatoes by himself. How much strength must he have taken!"

Cen Xun crossed his arms and said coldly, "I guess he was tricked by Lao Liu. Lao Liu didn't want to do farm work himself, so he liked to trick Lao Jiu into doing it."

This human's behavior was very different from usual, with a kind of outward aggression. Feng Jihan couldn't take his eyes off it. "Are you the fourth child in your family?"

Cen Xun responded, then curled his lips and said, "But the first three are dead, and now I am the first."

Feng Jihan: "Four died, who is the other one?"

"Seventh."

What a complicated family! Feng Jihan sighed in his heart and weighed the bag of potatoes: "Shall we make some beef brisket stewed with potatoes tonight?"

Cen Xun smiled and returned to his gentle and soft demeanor. When the boy wasn't around, he walked over, openly hugged his waist, and said in a low voice, "Okay."

Feng Jihan glanced upstairs quietly, and inexplicably had the illusion that someone was having an affair.

In the evening, Feng Jihan prepared a table of dishes and ate with Cen Xun and his ninth brother.

The young man didn't seem to realize there was anything wrong with the nanny eating at the table. He was just busy chatting with his fourth brother: "Fourth brother, when will you come back to our hometown to take a look? It has changed a lot!"

Cen Xun thought for a moment and said, "It's not completely finished yet. If I go back, it will affect the progress of the renovation. I'll go back when the renovation is almost done."

Cen Xun then asked his ninth brother how long he planned to stay here, and the young man answered obediently, "I've made some friends and I'm going to the comic convention with them. I don't know how long I'll stay."

"Friend?" Cen Xun frowned. "A real friend? Where did you meet?"

"I met them in the game." The boy was happily eating the beef brisket stewed with potatoes, and said heartlessly: "Don't worry, brother, even if they are not serious, I can beat them back."

Cen Xun said, "Hmm," and said, "Go and have fun. Just don't make too much noise."

"Know!"

Feng Jihan found that Cen Xun was quite caring towards his youngest brother, which was a bit strange. At first, Feng Jihan thought that Cen Xun had simple social relationships and was emotionally indifferent, but when he suddenly discovered that he had connections with other people, he felt that Cen Xun had a bit more worldly air.

Feng Jihan was looking at Cen Xun intently when he suddenly felt a foot gently touch his leg under the table.

Feng Jihan's throat tightened, and he wanted to look down but restrained himself, and his hand holding the chopsticks clenched even tighter.

A faint touch moved up his trouser legs. Feng Jihan looked at Cen Xun patiently, but saw that he was still talking to his brother seriously. Looking at his expression, no one would have thought that he would do such a thing secretly under the table.

The meal ended in agony. After waiting for a long time for the boy to curl up on the sofa to play games, Feng Jihan immediately dragged Cen Xun into the kitchen.

"What were you doing?!"

Cen Xun's tone was very innocent: "I just don't want to leave you out in the cold."

Feng Jihan choked. Was this a matter of being ignored or not? As long as he could look at Cen Xun, it wouldn't matter if Cen Xun didn't talk to him. But Cen Xun's actions made the waiting process unnecessarily more painful.

He did it on purpose.

Feng Jihan looked at Cen Xun and suddenly this idea came to his mind.

Cen Xun pushed him away a little, looked at him and smiled: "Don't make trouble, Ninth Brother is still outside."

Feng Jihan was even more certain that he had done it on purpose, and gritted his teeth and said, "I'll deal with you tonight!"

Cen Xun walked out of the kitchen. The young man on the sofa glanced at him and said quietly, "Fourth brother, am I also part of your play?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Cen Xun scolded him angrily, "It's none of your business, go have fun."

Although there was one more person in the house, life didn't change much. Wu Jin went out early and came back late, spending most of his time playing with his new friends. Feng Jihan restarted his cleaning plan, preparing to throw out all the things of her dead human husband.

The first thing to be cleaned thoroughly is, of course, the master bedroom.

While Cen Xun was sunbathing by the swimming pool downstairs, Feng Jihan entered the cloakroom, gathered up the clothes belonging to another man, and threw them all into a large garbage bag.

After tidying around, Feng Jihan suddenly found a hollow compartment deep in the cloakroom. He knocked on it and easily determined that something was hidden inside.

After hesitating for a second, Feng Jihan decisively used the power of God and violently cut the grid open.

The contents stored inside were revealed, a flash of red that was dazzling.

Feng Jihan paused, reached out and took out the small red book, and saw the three words "Marriage Certificate" clearly written on it.

Feng Jihan was so jealous that he gritted his teeth. That person and Cen Xun had already obtained a marriage certificate, but he was still a nanny who was not presentable enough!

In addition to the marriage certificate, there were many more things inside, all of which were well preserved in transparent boxes and specially explained with sticky notes.

Feng Jihan didn't look at it carefully. He held the marriage certificate in his hand, wanting to see what the man looked like and what qualifications he had to marry Cen Xun, but he was inexplicably hesitant.

What if he really can't compare to others in terms of appearance?

Of course, as a god, no mortal could match his appearance.

Feng Jihan comforted himself in this way and calmed himself down. In the end, he couldn't resist his curiosity, so he gently opened the notebook and glanced at the photo.

This one glance made the blood in his body rush backwards, and a chill ran down his spine.

On the marriage certificate, the person next to Cen Xun clearly had the exact same face as him!

With a loud "bang", Feng Jihan seemed to be stunned by this blockbuster bomb and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

how so.

Why does Cen Xun's late husband look exactly like her?!

But soon, Feng Jihan couldn't help but think of something more terrifying.

Is it because of his face that Cen Xun agreed to be with him?

Cen Xun took a fancy to her because she had the same face as her late husband.

Is he just a substitute?

Feng Jihan held the marriage certificate tightly in his hand, and his first thought was to question Cen Xun, but just as he stood up, he felt an abnormal breath coming from downstairs. Feng Jihan's face changed, and he immediately dodged and rushed downstairs.

An abnormal smell came from the swimming pool. Before he got close, Feng Jihan had already sensed an extremely filthy and smelly soul. It was obvious that a demon had appeared in his home.

Feng Jihan's heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered that Cen Xun was lying by the swimming pool basking in the sun!

If weak humans were to face the devil, wouldn't they be eaten alive?!

Feng Jihan was so frightened that he almost lost his soul. He rushed to the scene, but what he saw was a scene completely opposite to what he imagined.

The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere did appear, but the victims were not the "weak humans" he imagined.

The deep blue water in the swimming pool turned into an endless sea of ​​stars. Cen Xun was wearing a floral shirt and no shoes. His white jade-like feet were stepping on an ugly demon head. The dirty demon body parts mixed with green juice splashed all over the ground, emitting a strong fishy smell.

Cen Xun, however, turned a blind eye to this, his expression exuding an unprecedented coldness. Feng Jihan had never seen him look so dangerous and cold.

More importantly

Feng Jihan felt a trace of divine power from Cen Xun.

Cen Xun is not a human being. He is also a god like himself.

The successive blows left Feng Jihan completely unable to react. He stood there in a daze not far away. As if sensing his gaze, Cen Xun turned his head. His amber eyes no longer held a smile, but were cruel and chilling. Seeing Feng Jihan's discovery, he didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it. He rubbed the demon's head on the ground with his foot nonchalantly and said lightly, "Ah, you found out."

He actually admitted it like that!

Don't even try to coax him!

Feng Jihan rushed forward angrily and kicked the demon's head he was stepping on away. He didn't even wear shoes, yet he dared to step on such dirty things!

Feng Jihan turned around and took the shoes, rinsed Cen Xun's feet clean, and then put the shoes on him.

Cen Xun seemed a little surprised: "You don't have anything to ask?"

Of course he had questions to ask. Feng Jihan threw the marriage certificate in front of Cen Xun in the coldest manner: "You'd better give me an explanation!"

Cen Xun glanced at the marriage certificate, his tone still calm, clearly exposing the scumbag: "It's just as you see it."

Feng Jihan was so angry that he vomited blood: "So, you just treat me as his substitute!?"

Cen Xun frowned: "What are you thinking about?"

Before he could finish his words, the demon head that was kicked into the corner suddenly burst into laughter: "That's right, it's just what you think. You are just a ridiculous substitute. Even your body is just a container for him to resurrect your husband!"

Cen Xun opened his eyes wide in disbelief, stood up suddenly, and raised his hand. A golden thread flew out and pierced through the head.

Cen Xun said coldly: "Nonsense!"

The head was still laughing, and said sinisterly, "Everyone knows that the God of Dreams almost became a Fallen Angel because of his deceased lover. It wasn't until he brought back a divine egg that his situation improved significantly. My master had heard about it and sent me here to see for myself. It's true! It's a pity that you, a dignified God of nature, have been raised like a caged bird by dreams, and you're willing to indulge in it, you..."

Before the demon could finish his words, Feng Jihan frowned and shot out a ray of divine light, and the demon's head that was talking nonsense disappeared in an instant.

"Is what it says true?" Feng Jihan turned to look at Cen Xun and said in a serious tone, "Do you really want to resurrect your husband in me?"

Cen Xun's expression was complicated: "It's a demon. You wouldn't believe the words of a demon, would you?"

Feng Jihan slowly asked: "Then why do we look the same?"

Cen Xun: “This matter is a bit complicated to explain.”

Feng Jihan took a step closer to him: "Why did you pretend to be a human to lie to me?"

"The God of Dreams?" Feng Jihan held his hand that had just released the killing golden thread. "Will the God of Dreams also be trapped by nightmares?"

Cen Xun struggled but couldn't break free. He seemed a little helpless and said, "There can't be two gods in one world. You just woke up and don't recognize me. If you find out I'm a god, you'll drive me back to my own world. I want to stay and watch over you."

"What are you looking at me for?" Feng Jihan put his arm around Cen Xun's waist, staring at his expression without blinking: "Are you sure I can inherit your husband's memory?"

"You're not going to say that I'm actually your dead husband, are you?"

""

"Didn't they say your husband is a human with superpowers?" Feng Jihan said expressionlessly, "These days, can humans also be reincarnated as gods?"

Cen Xun was speechless and looked guilty, probably because he was right.

This person never speaks a word of truth!

In an instant, Feng Jihan was filled with anger.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll drive you back to your own world?"

Feng Jihan held Cen Xun's waist tightly: "You don't have to be afraid now."

"Because I won't let you go again, just stay in my world."

"I'm also curious whether I can recover my memories of being your husband."

Feng Jihan gritted his teeth and whispered something obscene in Cen Xun's ear: "Until then, I will keep fucking you until you can no longer utter a lie."

"So, you better pray that everything you say is true."

The author has something to say:

Teacher Cen: I overturned the car, no laughing.

The next chapter should be the end, and then I will write the extra chapters about omniscience and foresight.