Chapter 47, Chapter 51: Kneeling. "Get over here..."

In stark contrast to the burning anger within him, his tone grew increasingly cold and his demeanor increasingly indifferent.

He applied a little more pressure and spoke to Feppos in a way that was completely different from before: "Since you can hear me, I'm telling you, you have to listen to me."

“I am the male insect, and you are the female insect. I tell you what to do, and you have to do it.” This was the first time he had said such words.

"Stop making decisions for me, stop being so clever. Your little bit of mental power can't hurt me. Just listen to me quietly."

Once he started talking, Vison seemed unable to stop, listing off one charge after another, as if he were listing Fipos's crimes.

"Sudden departure".

"You're lying to me, you're looking for other males."

"He's not replying to my messages."

Send me a breakup letter.

......

The more Vincent brought up old grievances, the colder his expression became.

"I haven't even settled accounts with you for all of this yet. You'd better wake up soon and stop pretending to be dead all day. You won't escape punishment this way."

Vison's words were extremely harsh and hurtful.

Even without seeing his expression, one can be hurt by the coldness in his words.

"I only need obedient female insects by my side. If you're not obedient enough, I'll find another one. Understand?"

His last words even carried a hint of ruthlessness as he patted Fipos's cheek.

As expected, Fipos did not respond; he didn't even blink.

But Vison knew he could hear him, so he gave him an ultimatum: "Now, I order you to cooperate with me in appeasing you."

As expected, after verbally disciplining the insect, Vincent re-entered the room and successfully merged his mental power with that of Fepos, even more easily than before.

He's really spoiled him too much; he'll get what's coming to him.

Feeling the spiritual power of Fepous automatically guiding him to find the corresponding fragment, Vincent thought with a cold smile.

It's no wonder he thought that way; the feeling of entering the spiritual sea was particularly strong.

If before, Fei Bosi was like a patient who gave up and let the doctor treat him, now he has become a patient who actively seeks survival and even begs to cooperate with the doctor for treatment.

With coordination, efficiency improved dramatically.

*

However, the workload was too great, and after a week, only half of the puzzle was completed.

As the days went by, Vincent looked at the motionless Fipos lying there. Although he still maintained a cold and ruthless appearance on the surface, his anxiety in his heart became more and more serious.

He was so anxious and worried that sometimes in the middle of the night, in his vulnerable moments, he would see Phibos lying there quietly, seemingly blending into the darkness. He would always think uncontrollably, what if he never woke up again?

The moment this thought crossed his mind, he was filled with unease.

He dared not think any further. He shook off the terrifying thought and repeatedly told himself: No, he will wake up.

If he doesn't wake up, what will happen to the debts he planned to settle with him, and all the love and hate he felt?

Therefore, he will definitely wake up; he cannot allow himself not to wake up.

"Get well soon." He looked at Feibos and sighed silently to himself.

Countless times he wished that Phibos would open his eyes and let him see the confident and sharp General Phibos who was in control of everything.

He saw that vibrant and unique Faibos, who would yield to him, kiss and hug him.

So on the surface, he was fiercely threatening Phibos, saying that if he didn't obey, he would replace him with a female insect, but in reality, he didn't even get a full night's sleep in order to appease Phibos.

Once my mental energy had recovered, I went back to "puzzle". After finishing the puzzle, my mental energy was completely depleted and I was exhausted, so I simply lay down on the other side of the bed to rest.

However, because he was preoccupied with comforting Fei Bosi, he slept very lightly, always waking up when his mental energy was almost fully recovered, and then repeating the cycle, making him a true "workaholic".

Even Vincent didn't go this far at first, after all, such mental soothing would be extremely taxing on him. The Insect Doctor also said that Fepos is recovering well now, so it's okay to soothe him slowly.

His initial plan was to rest well once his mental energy was depleted, get a good night's sleep, and then comfort Feibosi.

But when he saw that Feibos's wounds had clearly healed as the puzzle pieces became more complete, and saw him lying there with relaxed eyes and clean clothes, he would always feel an uncontrollable sense of joy or excitement.

This feeling drove him to wake up shortly after sleeping in another bedroom, unable to muster the energy to do anything. He could only shake his head and resignedly return to the master bedroom to be a "puzzle piece".

After several attempts, he gave up resisting and lay down on the other side of the Fipese bed, becoming this "workaholic" figure.

During this time, Vison asked Visa for a long leave with a lot of guilt. Fortunately, he had been studying and working hard beforehand and had already caught up a lot of progress.

Knowing his condition, Visabad readily approved the request and, seeing his expression, told him to get some rest.

At this point, he was finally able to put everything else aside, focus on protecting Fei Bosi, and devote himself entirely to this matter.

The tireless efforts day and night yielded remarkable results.

As the puzzle became more and more complete, the smell of gunpowder gradually dissipated.

The wounds on Feppos's body were healing faster and faster.

This positive feedback is what motivates Vison to work even harder.

Finally, one day not long after, Vison put together the last piece of the puzzle.

At this point, Phibos's mental state was completely different from before.

This once broken, scorched earth was gradually transformed into a beautiful orange grove under Vison's hands.

Countless beautiful orange trees grew in the sea of ​​spirit, each one growing exceptionally well, not only tall but also laden with fruit.

Several plump oranges hung from each branch, the beautiful, nearly ripe oranges drooping low on the trunk like a sweet burden.

The scent of oranges permeated this little world.

From a distance, it looks as if you've been immersed in a beautiful sea of ​​orange lights.

Vison stood under the orange tree, his heart filled with peace and joy.

Upon closer inspection, the lawn beneath his feet is not entirely green, but rather streaked with fine blue lines.

This blue is like the veins on the earth, like glue, piecing together patches of green.

This is the most robust method that Vison discovered when piecing together the countless fragments of the Fibonacci.

The fusion of the two parties' spiritual power not only allows them to find suitable puzzle pieces, but also mixes this fused spiritual power into the gaps between the pieces, greatly improving the stability of the small world after it is repaired.

In other words, it also enhances the stability of the spiritual sea.

Moreover, from this day forward, their spiritual powers will merge in this way and remain forever in the Sea of ​​Phobos's spirit.

It's as if it's given Fei Bosi his own unique mark.

This idea greatly pleased Vison, boosting his already fragile sense of security and bringing him genuine joy.

He took one last look at the large orchard he had created with his own hands, and then prepared to leave with satisfaction.

That bug should be waking up by now; I'm going to go and give him a good beating.

But my consciousness was tripped up by something.

Did you trip him on purpose?

Vison looked down at the root vein, and then followed the root to see a different tree.

This doesn't look like an orange tree...?

To be honest, before meeting Fabers, Vincent had never paid attention to what an orange tree actually looked like. It wasn't until he was piecing together the "puzzle" that Fabers's mental landscape gradually changed, and a large orange grove grew out. Only then did he realize what an orange tree looked like.

Based on his limited observational experience, this was definitely not an orange tree. How could an orange tree grow so tall and so densely, even leaving roots in the ground?

But let's not say it's an orange tree...

This is because no other trees should grow in the spiritual sea of ​​Phylliss.

Vison curiously circled the big tree, examining it closely. Unexpectedly, he spotted a nearly ripe orange among the layers of branches and leaves. There was only one, but it was exceptionally large.

......

Vison was caught off guard by this discovery.

Could this really be an orange tree? After all, it's an insectoid species, and this is a mental sea; it seems quite normal for some special mutant species to appear here.

Regardless, with a face full of doubt, and out of affection for the tree, Vincent finally poured some spiritual energy into the strange orange tree.

Upon receiving the spiritual energy, the enormous orange seemed to shake, vividly expressing its satisfaction.

Vison chuckled, keeping his little question to himself, intending to ask Fipos later.

finally.

He withdrew from the mental sea of ​​Phyllis.

*

The current Feipus is completely different from the one he just brought back.

He was wearing clean and tidy clothes.

Most of the wounds have healed, with only some particularly deep wounds still in the scab formation stage, but they are no longer a problem.

All indicators have returned to the normal range.

The orange scent in the air subsided and quieted down. Although it still liked to cling to Vincent, it no longer "carried" him around and prevented him from going anywhere.

Even his dry hair, thanks to his meticulous care over the past few days, has become smooth and shiny, shimmering like gold mixed with beautiful glitter when the light shines on it.

Fipos lay there with his eyebrows relaxed, bathed in the warm sunlight beside him, as if a sign of waking up.

In fact, the insect doctor, who had been in constant contact with Visen and keeping a close eye on Feibos's condition, also told Visen.

Originally, after his mental state was calmed down to about 80%, Fepos should have woken up. The reason he hasn't woken up yet is because of the accumulation of old injuries, and because he almost died this time, his body has chosen to take a longer time to recover.

But once the mental sea is fully repaired, one will wake up within a day or two.

*

Indeed, this was the case; Fabers opened his eyes the day after he was fully repaired by Vison.

The moment he opened his eyes, he showed a rare look of bewilderment, as if he didn't know who he was, where he was, or what he was doing.

He stared at the familiar overhead light for a long time, and his memories slowly returned.

He sat up, stiffly raised his hand, and felt the sensation of being able to control his body.

Is he still alive?

A sharp pain shot through his head, and his memory became hazy. In the hazy distance, he felt as if he had forgotten some extremely important scene.

His memory only extends to his commands to Ilya before he fell into a complete coma.

Once on the battlefield, one is prepared to die.

Moreover, he chose to use all his mental energy to attack at that time.

At that moment, he made up his mind to die with the Beast King.

If they continue fighting, they will be completely wiped out.

Trading him for victory in this unexpectedly brutal war was a win-win situation.

There's nothing to fear about death. After he dies, an insect will take over his position and responsibilities.

Dying on the battlefield was simply an early end for him.

But... at the moment he thrust his spiritual power into the Beast King, at the moment he was crushed by the boulder, at the moment he commanded Ilya, what he was thinking was how reluctant he was to part with Vison...

He longed to see him again.

Yes.

Visen.

Thinking of this, his pupils widened slightly in shock.

He quickly looked up at the chandelier that had felt familiar since he opened his eyes, and then at the familiar decorations around him.

His mind finally cleared, and he noticed the glacial scent of pheromones that had been floating around his nose, which he had previously ignored.

He then realized that he was actually at home.

At his and Vison's home.

The moment this realization dawned on him, his first reaction was surprise and delight.

He was overwhelmed with joy, but before he could even smile, another idea popped into his head.

Did Vison reassure him?

This thought caused his already pale face, which was still flushed from the recent illness, to lose all color.

He reassured him if he was alright.

Why do I still need him to comfort him?

Was it Ilya and his group who defied orders? Or was Visen being threatened by Devi and his group?

Feeling confused and disoriented, Feppos got out of bed in a panic, intending to go find Vison.

"squeak."

At that moment, the door opened.

The person Fipos had been longing for leaned against the door.

The moment she met his gaze, a fleeting hint of joy flashed in her beautiful, crystal-black eyes, but it was quickly replaced by burning rage.

Vison looked at Fipos's stunned expression and knew what he was thinking even without thinking.

He was simply thinking about how he was still alive or how he could comfort him.

He turned away coldly, leaving behind only angry words.

"Get over here."