Chapter 65

As Cen Xun finished speaking, he saw that his already red ear turned even redder.

Feng Jihan finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he held Cen Xun's hand tightly, gritting his teeth and emphasizing his tone: "If you don't say such things, it will be the biggest reward."

Cen Xun lay on the sofa calmly and looked at him: "Are you sure you only want this kind of reward?"

Feng Jihan was speechless: "What other reward are you going to give me?"

Cen Xun said slowly, "I ruined one of your clothes last night. How about I compensate you with another one today?"

Feng Jihan didn't understand him yet. He knew that if someone showed his affection for no reason, it was either a traitor or a thief. His vigilance suddenly emerged: "Are these clothes of yours decent clothes?"

Cen Xun's tone was a little more seductive: "The bag is right there, you'll know when you go and take a look."

""

Feng Jihan instinctively knew he couldn't let this dress be released. He sat there motionless, calmly changing the subject: "So what if it's broken? Haven't you broken enough before? Let's not talk about this anymore. What's so red out there?"

Of course, Cen Xun knew what he was planning. It was nothing more than a last-ditch effort. He said jokingly, "Want to go out and take a look?"

Feng Jihan wanted nothing more than to get up and immediately said, "Go out and take a look."

When they went out, they saw the sunset glow outside, which was like a brocade, spreading across the sky like fire. The large area of ​​rosy glow was magnificent, a beautiful sight rarely seen in the real world.

Feng Jihan looked at the sunset and said with emotion: "The colors are bright, the sun is shining, and the sky is harmonious. Your domain master is in good spirits."

Cen Xun narrowed his eyes: "Is this situation common?"

"It's not common. I've only seen it once." Feng Jihan looked at the sky. "Generally speaking, a Domain Master doesn't have a good or bad mood. Unless a dungeon requires it, the weather in the Ghost Domain will never change."

Cen Xun pondered for a moment: "What was my previous strange domain like?"

Feng Jihan hesitated a little: "Pansi Cave?"

Cen Xun folded his arms and looked at him: "Then where is my real body?"

"No one has ever seen your true form, including me." Feng Jihan shook his head helplessly: "Of course the puppeteer behind the scenes will not show up easily."

Cen Xun: "That's right."

As they were talking, Feng Jihan didn't look at the road carefully and unknowingly walked to the main road. By the time he realized that there were more and more hot gazes coming from all directions, the situation was already a little out of control.

"Oh my god, why is this handsome black and white haired guy next to Teacher Cen?"

"Is what's said online true? Are they really..."

"Damn! Does anyone still remember that gossip about killing her husband to prove her faith? I remember a beta tester said that Teacher Cen seemed, seemed, to be married."

"Besides, the handsome black-and-white-haired guy is a player. Theoretically, it seems that he can be resurrected."

"So, the handsome black and white haired guy is actually my ex-husband???"

In the crowded crowd, the sound of "ex-husband" was so harsh.

Feng Jihan was hit by an arrow in the heart again. He felt that he had lost all face. He quickly pulled Cen Xun forward and said, "Let's go, let's go quickly."

Cen Xun walked at a leisurely pace: "Why walk? If you dare to do it, are you afraid of what others will say?"

Feng Jihan wanted to carry him and run, dragging his hand forward with difficulty: "My ancestors, this is not a matter of discussion!" He just didn't like strangers casually discussing their private affairs!

As soon as he took Cen Xun's hand, the onlookers immediately exclaimed: "Oh, they're holding hands! They're holding hands!"

Well, this is even more difficult to explain.

Feng Jihan completely gave up struggling and simply turned into a bird, flew to Cen Xun's shoulder and stood there, motionless, his eyes lost their luster, like a lifeless stone statue.

Cen Xun laughed with an ambiguous tone: "Are you so shameless?"

The black and white bird stood on his shoulder, pretending not to understand what he said.

Cen Xun raised his hand and stroked the smooth bird's back, smiling slightly: "Okay, then we won't listen and take you to dinner."

Feng Jihan is now in the state of a feather clone. Cen Xun just used the rules to force his consciousness to stay in Nightmare University. Once the energy on the feather is exhausted, Feng Jihan's consciousness will have nowhere to attach to, and he can be forced to return to his original body.

In order to prevent this situation from happening, Cen Xun needs to constantly replenish energy for this feather clone.

Fortunately, Feng Jihan was sensible and did not go on a hunger strike with him. He ate whatever he was given and looked very honest.

But based on Cen Xun's understanding of Feng Jihan, this person would never accept his fate and might have other plans.

Regardless of whether Feng Jihan is in Cao's camp but his heart is with Han, at least at this moment, they are still maintaining superficial peace.

Cen Xun took Feng Jihan to the staff cafeteria and asked for a large plate of nuts at the window. Feng Jihan, the bird, didn't like carrots, but loved these things. Cen Xun peeled a few hazelnuts and placed them in his palm. The black and white bird stepped on the table and pecked the hazelnuts away from Cen Xun's palm as if nothing had happened.

Cen Xun looked at him and said abruptly, "Free-range chicken."

Feng Jihan: ""

He turned his head and glared at Cen Xun in anger.

Cen Xun seemed to smile, raised his eyebrows and continued to peel the almonds in his hand.

At this time, Wu Sa, who has not received his salary yet, is always the employee who punches in for the free cafeteria on time, and every time Secretary Wu appears, Dean Qin will always be with him.

The first thing the two ghosts saw when they entered the door was the principal and the atheist in a corner of the cafeteria. After looking at each other, Wu Sa and Qin Xiu fell into silence.

"Would you like to say hello?" Wusa asked Qin Xiu in a low voice.

Qin Xiu shook his head slightly: "Ignore it."

Wusa nodded, went to the window to ask for some cat food as usual, and went to another seat with Qin Xiu.

But not everyone reads the same way they do.

Tong Ming swaggered in from the doorway without hesitation, heading straight for Cen Xun's table. Seeing the nut shells in Cen Xun's hand, Tong Ming couldn't help but sneer, "Oh, I came at a bad time. Did I interrupt your reconciliation?"

Cen Xun said calmly, "What's it got to do with you? Go away."

Tong Ming not only refused to leave, but also stayed at their table, laughing: "Some people are really good at tricks. Even after getting divorced, they can still seduce my brother to peel nuts for him, without even washing his face to see if he is worthy of her."

Feng Jihan didn't like what he heard. He changed back to human form and sat next to Cen Xun. He retorted directly: "What's wrong with peeling it for me? No way, some people won't even peel one! You haven't even tasted the nuts that my brother peeled?"

Tong Ming's defense suddenly broke down: "Who are you calling brother? If he is your brother, then just call him brother!"

Feng Jihan: "But brother didn't stop me from calling you that, right brother?"

Cen Xun: "Yes."

Tong Ming's blood pressure instantly rose, and he looked at Cen Xun in anger and grief: "Brother, whose side are you on? I am your biological brother!"

Cen Xun peeled the nuts indifferently: "But you don't look as pleasing to the eye as the little bird."

Tong Ming felt an arrow in his heart and screamed, "I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, it's all fake! No one would dislike my big, clear black and white eyes! No one!"

"Stop making so much noise," Cen Xun threw a nutshell in his hand at Tong Ming, "If you keep making so much noise, I'll throw you out."

Tong Ming pouted immediately and angrily reached out to the pile of nuts that Cen Xun had peeled: "Then I want to try the nuts peeled by my brother too."

Feng Jihan held the plate in front of him and said, "He peeled it for me. Why should I give it to you? Do you want to peel it yourself?"

Seeing Cen Xun's indulgent look, Tong Ming became even more helpless and furious. He rushed over and wrestled with Feng Jihan.

Cen Xun's forehead was throbbing, and he finally used a puppet thread to forcibly separate the two people.

Tong Ming particularly disliked Feng Jihan. In the past, they would fight as soon as they met. Now that they were in different camps, he fought without hesitation.

"Behave yourself, everyone."

Cen Xun warned in a deep voice and looked at Tong Ming: "How is the task I asked you to do going?"

Tong Ming chuckled and glanced at Feng Jihan: "You ask him, he was prepared and hid his true form before coming in."

Hearing this, Cen Xun's eyes darkened slightly.

Now Feng Jihan's consciousness is imprisoned in Nightmare University, and his body is in an unconscious state. As long as Cen Xun takes the opportunity to capture Feng Jihan's body, he will be able to truly control him completely.

In Cen Xun's expectation, Feng Jihan should not be able to foresee in advance that he would be locked up in Nightmare University. His sudden attack last night should have caught Feng Jihan off guard.

But Feng Jihan actually hid his true form in advance.

This person's vigilance is really too high.

It was difficult for Cen Xun not to think about how many beatings Feng Jihan had suffered from him before, which led to him developing the habit of being vigilant at all times.

As if sensing Cen Xun's unfriendly gaze, Feng Jihan raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at him: "You already know how to hide your true self behind the scenes, there's no reason why I wouldn't understand this."

"Not just this time, every time before, I would find a safe place to hide my main body." Feng Jihan stretched out his fingers and casually moved the puppet strings tied to his body: "This is to prevent the situation where the consciousness cannot return to the main body."

Tong Ming sneered and plotted loudly in front of Feng Jihan: "Brother, I suspect he has hidden his real body in the Heresy Monitoring Bureau!"

Cen Xun nodded calmly: "I understand. I will interrogate him carefully when I get back later."

Feng Jihan: ""

After saying that, Cen Xun turned to look at Feng Jihan: "Have you finished eating? Let's go back after that."

Feng Jihan said with difficulty: "I think I can eat a little more."

Cen Xun pretended not to hear him. He grabbed the puppet strings that bound him with one hand and pulled him up from his seat. "Can't eat anymore? Okay, let's go."

Tong Ming gave Feng Jihan a gloating look. You were so proud of yourself, but now you are about to get into big trouble.

Not far away, Wu Sa, eavesdropping on their conversation with his ears perked up, finished the last few spoonfuls of cat food with relish. He naively asked Qin Xiu across from him, "How would the principal try an atheist? Would he tie him to the rack and beat him to pieces like they do on TV?"

Qin Xiu found it difficult to explain to Mao that torture methods weren't limited to beating someone to pieces. He could only say, "It should be more painful than this. It should be something that can get him to confess without having to tear his skin apart."

I see! As expected of the principal!

Ursa's face was suddenly filled with awe.

A few rays of the setting sun fell into the bedroom. Feng Jihan was pushed by Cen Xun and staggered and fell onto the bed covered with the setting sun.

Cen Xun stood in front of him, pointed his index finger at his Adam's apple, and said threateningly, "Are you going to confess on your own, or do I have to use some tricks to make you confess?"

The finger soon began to slide down, and Feng Jihan immediately said, "I surrender! I surrender now!"

"You confessed so quickly?" Cen Xun was a little surprised. He pinched Feng Jihan's chin and shook it: "You lied to me?"

Feng Jihan sighed, "It's heavily guarded there, so I'm not afraid to tell you. It's four floors below the Heretic Monitoring Bureau."

Cen Xun said calmly, "It seems like you're quite certain that I can't get your true form back."

Feng Jihan said cautiously, "The Heretic Monitoring Bureau is no pushover. They have plenty of experts to keep the situation under control."

"No wonder you were so calm after being kidnapped by me. It turns out you have a backup plan like this." Cen Xun's fingers pinching his chin tightened slightly: "I underestimated you."

Feng Jihan was forced to look up at him, a faint smile flickering in his clear, glassy eyes: "Teacher Cen, don't underestimate the enemy."

Cen Xun exerted force on his hands and pushed him down on the bed. He said condescendingly and coldly, "Okay, you win this round."

He rode on top and calmly ripped off Feng Jihan's clothes: "But I'm still very unhappy, why don't you let me fuck you to vent your anger."

"W-what?" Feng Jihan almost suspected that he had misheard. He ignored Cen Xun's movements and struggled to raise his upper body. He looked at Cen Xun sitting on him in surprise: "What did I teach you?"

Cen Xun looked at him and said quietly, "I've let you be on top for so long, it's time for me to be on top."

"Haven't you been up there all this time?" Seeing that Cen Xun didn't seem to be joking, Feng Jihan's expression turned serious. He asked Cen Xun earnestly, "Is there something I did wrong? Why do you suddenly want to change?"

Cen Xun thought for a moment and said, "It's great, but I want to try something new."

Feng Jihan also said in a tone of inquiry: "To be honest, it's not very fun. You have to keep moving, and it's easy to get pinched and hurt. Let me serve you."

Cen Xun paused for a moment: "Really?"

Feng Jihan said patiently: "Look at me, every time I scream, it means I am not feeling comfortable at all."

Cen Xun seemed to be persuaded and fell into deep thought.

Feng Jihan continued: "If you don't believe me, I can use something else to let you experience that uncomfortable feeling first."

His thoughts were interrupted, and Cen Xun shifted his attention to what Feng Jihan said: "Oh? What method are you going to use?"

Feng Jihan hooked the puppet string that bound his upper body and whispered, "Untie it for me first."

Cen Xun didn't move. He sat on him and said arrogantly, "Okay, but you have to wear the clothes I brought."

Waiting for him here, right? Feng Jihan gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, wear it!"

The moment he opened the bag, Feng Jihan knew that something serious was going on.

I don’t know which unruly person taught Cen Xun these strange things. What Cen Xun brought back for him to wear was actually a thin and transparent black and white servant uniform with a collar with a leash.

Cen Xun sat on the single sofa in the bedroom, legs crossed, chin slightly raised, and swept his body with an extremely aggressive gaze, ordering him sternly: "Take it off."

Feng Jihan calmed himself down and changed his clothes calmly under Cen Xun's gaze.

In fact, it cannot be blamed that he often said dirty words to Cen Xun. At the beginning, Feng Jihan was also very pure. It was Cen Xun who kept saying dirty words to him, forcing him to blush and retreat.

Ever since he learned some strange things from Tong Laoliu, Cen Xun had learned all kinds of words that could make him feel ashamed. In order to avoid being at a disadvantage in the confrontation with Cen Xun and not be silenced by those rubbish, he could only fight back in his own way and endure the shame and fight back.

This has been the case over time.

In front of Cen Xun, Feng Jihan can temporarily abandon his righteous side, lose his sense of shame, and indulge in his desires.

Cen Xun would not ask him to maintain justice, but would only tempt him to fall into the abyss of desire.

But Feng Jihan knew very well that once he allowed himself to fall into it, it would be difficult for him to return to his original position.

So, he must be restrained enough.

The thin fabric was stretched out by the chest muscles to form a bulging and full outline, and the tightened lines outlined the narrow waist. A white lace headband was dotted among the black hair, occasionally sweeping across Cen Xun's abdomen.

Cen Xun clenched the armrest of the sofa with his fingers, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Noticing that Feng Jihan wanted to look up at him, he stretched out his other hand, firmly pressed the back of Feng Jihan's head, and praised in a hoarse voice: "Good boy, keep going."

Feng Jihan felt that the nature of this praise was similar to "good dog". It was impossible for him not to be angry, so he deliberately lowered his head according to the strength of Cen Xun's hand.

As expected, Cen Xun groaned and could not utter any more words.

The servant served diligently, and after a long time, he was finally allowed to climb up and serve.

The daring servant helped his master unbutton his clothes and began to ask for payment unscrupulously.

The arrogant master lost his composure and trembled in his arms, but the servant watched coldly. Before the master could calm down, he took him to the bathroom and made him face the mirror, watching the whole process.

When it got the most extreme, Cen Xun had to pull the leash tighter, forcing him to raise his head and stop moving.

But it was no longer possible to stop at this time. Feng Jihan had become a mad dog, biting him fiercely and refusing to let go even if he was suffocated.

There is no way to retreat, and the fight will not stop until one dies.

Confused dreams followed one after another.

In a daze, Feng Jihan felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading to his whole body.

He walked forward and placed his hands on the equally cold transparent glass.

There was blood on the glass. He looked at it, feeling inexplicably frustrated. He concentrated on wiping it with the back of his hand, but it didn't come clean.

"Subject No. 4, skill released successfully."

Feng Jihan turned around and saw piles of corpses.

The scene around him changed rapidly, and one day, when he came out of the laboratory again, he received his first task.

He finally walked out of the institute and came into the sunshine.

The institute is not located on the ground. In order to prevent the experimental bodies from escaping and causing harm, the institute's headquarters is divided into two parts, one half is built underground and the other half is deep under the sea.

Feng Jihan walked into the elevator under the guard of armed personnel. On the way up, he looked at his own reflection in the elevator door. For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable.

As the elevator rose, the red number on it jumped and showed "4".

Feng Jihan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

No, that's not right!

He reflected in the elevator door was clearly much bigger than he was now!

The red number changes again: 3.

Feng Jihan seemed to suddenly realize that something was wrong around him. He turned his head abruptly. The armed men guarding him clearly had no face! Feng Jihan broke out in a cold sweat. Without the slightest hesitation, he pursed his lips, snatched the other party's gun, and fired directly at the elevator door.

After emptying a magazine, the elevator door didn't change at all. Only the scene in the field of vision froze for a moment, and there was a brief double image.

The red number changes again: 2.

Is it a hallucination? A hallucinogenic effect?

Feng Jihan touched the intact elevator door, calmly repacked the box, and guessed the other party's purpose.

After another burst of gunfire, the double vision became more serious. At the same time, a vague flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind.

Feng Jihan murmured following the spiritual light.

"Fantasy World"