Bang!
Just as Wang Feng finished speaking, he heard a heavy slamming sound behind him, which startled him.
What... happened?!?
"Where is Chu Yan'er's body?!"
Wang Feng turned around and saw that the body was gone. He shouted in panic.
"Flew back...to the coffin."
Jiang Hanxi gazed at Wang Feng thoughtfully for a while, then turned her gaze to the dark gold coffin and spoke softly.
"If my husband can't do it, then don't force him... I'll find a way."
Jiang Hanxi's voice was a little soft, and the volume of her words grew lower and lower as she spoke, as if she was afraid that Wang Feng would be angry and disappointed.
"A man can't say no. Just wait and see. When the coffin is opened, that will be the time when Chu Yan'er is reborn!"
Wang Feng had already received the system's voice in his mind telling him to rest assured.
Only then did he dare to say this to Jiang Hanxi and Xiao Hao, who was crying and trembling all over.
"Hmm..." "Okay..."
Jiang Hanxi's cool yet gentle voice, along with Xiao Hao's choked and incoherent voice, both responded at the same time.
At this moment... Wang Feng was inexplicably touched.
Is this what it feels like to be unconditionally trusted no matter the environment?
"Don't worry, you'll see Chu Yan'er when you wake up after a good night's sleep, and you can also take care of your soul."
Wang Feng walked up to Xiao Hao, gently patted him on the shoulder, and spoke to Xiao Hao with a confident expression.
Finally, she gave him a reassuring look.
Xiao Hao didn't speak, but stared blankly at Wang Feng for a while, his face streaked with tears.
Finally, he slowly shifted his gaze, gradually walked to the dark gold coffin, and gently sat down next to it.
An endless sense of exhaustion and heartache overwhelmed his spirit.
At this moment, even the slightest relaxation made Xiao Hao feel like he couldn't straighten his back.
Wang Feng's eyes were filled with helplessness. He was powerless to help Xiao Hao in his current state and could only wait for Chu Yan'er to be resurrected.
After thinking for a while, Wang Feng walked over to Jiang Hanxi, who had been silent, and gently opened his arms.
Jiang Hanxi, whose thoughts were somewhat chaotic, was slightly taken aback when she saw Wang Feng opening his arms to her.
However, they quickly realized what was happening and gently opened their arms to meet each other, and the two immediately embraced tightly.
With that soft hug, Wang Feng's tense emotions relaxed considerably.
"Phew..."
Wang Feng let out a sigh of relief, his head drooping beside Jiang Hanxi's ear, but his hands involuntarily tightened around Jiang Hanxi a little.
"Is my husband alright?"
Jiang Hanxi's worried voice rang softly and gently in Wang Feng's ear, which eased his heavy mood.
"It's nothing, just a little tired..."
"My husband wishes to sleep in my arms, is that alright...?"
Wang Feng gently patted Jiang Hanxi's back, his voice tinged with weariness, and made a request.
"good......"
Jiang Hanxi thought Wang Feng was really tired, so she agreed without thinking.
Then, with a princess-style hug, she picked up Wang Feng and turned to walk towards the bed that was not yet put away not far away.
This time, it was Jiang Hanxi's turn to gently take off Wang Feng's shoes before finally sitting down on the edge of the bed and quietly removing her own.
Jiang Hanxi had just lain down on the bed and covered Wang Feng with the blankets when she felt a body, as sticky as glue, slowly wrap around her.
At this moment, Wang Feng's strength showed no signs of fatigue; in fact, it even carried a hint of excitement.
However, in broad daylight, Wang Feng did not do much, but simply buried his head between the fragrant twin mountains.
Jiang Hanxi's pretty face immediately turned red, and she hurriedly pulled the blanket over herself, as if afraid of being seen.
"My wife... you smell so good..."
Wang Feng was completely inside the blankets, and his muffled murmurs, which only Jiang Hanxi could hear, could be heard.
Jiang Hanxi pursed her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked a question...
"Husband...do you...do you like him?"
"like......"
Hearing Jiang Hanxi's captivating voice, Wang Feng answered almost subconsciously, burying his head in front of her, feeling extremely happy.
"Um......"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Hanxi felt a sense of satisfaction and her mood improved considerably, though she herself didn't know why.
As Wang Feng slept and cultivated, the days passed slowly, and Jiang Hanxi also closed her eyes to rest and study the cold energy within her body.
Xiao Hao's soul was already damaged, and he was exhausted from crying.
His head slumped over the dark gold coffin, and he fell into a deep sleep, his arms wrapped around himself.
On the seventh day, several tremors came from the dark gold coffin.
Jiang Hanxi frowned and immediately opened her eyes.
Jiang Hanxi, who is sensitive to everything, can sense any disturbance, no matter the time or place.
He would only relax when he had just finished playing with Wang Feng and his mental state was so excited that he fell into a deep sleep.
Just as Jiang Hanxi was concentrating on her doubts and uncertainties, the dark gold coffin trembled a few more times.
This also confirmed her vague suspicions.
Is...really...alive...?
However, Jiang Hanxi's only worry at this moment was whether her husband would turn Chu Yan'er into something neither human nor ghost.
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