The incense in the room had burned out, and its faint, pleasant fragrance gave the otherwise clean and tidy room a touch of elegance.
Arriving at the bedside, Song Chen clenched his fists in his sleeves, wondering how he could persuade Zhao Ziyi to sleep in the bed.
But before he could even speak, Zhao Ziyi pounced and rolled onto the bed.
Zhao Ziyi waved to him, "Song Chen, come quick! Let's go to sleep and rest!"
Song Chen put his fist to his mouth, coughed, and covered the smile on his face.
“You’re a guy, how can you be so forward?”
Zhao Ziyi was completely bewildered. "Take the initiative?" He hadn't done anything.
Suddenly, Zhao Ziyi remembered that this was the world in the book.
In this book, the male characters are different from the young man; the young man has a red mole between his eyebrows, which means he can have children.
He's just a young man.
The red dot between his eyebrows indicates that he is capable of having children, while when the red mole turns blue, it signifies successful conception.
Everything he's doing now is telling Song Chen that he wants to turn the mole between his eyebrows blue!
Although Zhao Ziyi quite liked Song Chen's handsome and refined appearance.
But he never expected to have a relationship with Song Chen so soon.
As Zhao Ziyi watched Song Chen loosen his belt, the words of refusal that were about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back down.
Well, given Song Chen's appearance, it's not impossible for us to have a relationship.
...
Song Chen seemed to sense the intense gaze. His fingers, which were unbuttoning his shirt, paused. After taking off his robe, he went straight to the bed.
He placed his palms on his waist and closed his eyes.
"Go to sleep, it's getting late. I'll take you around Fuzhou tomorrow morning."
The expected thing didn't happen, and Zhao Ziyi pouted, "Oh."
Zhao Ziyi turned his head to look at Song Chen and felt that Song Chen was good in every way.
He is humble, polite, and has a stable and patient demeanor.
He said such unbelievable things, and Song Chen listened patiently to the whole thing.
He's handsome, generous, and gave me such an expensive gift right after we met. He's definitely the best husband material.
But Song Chen has only one flaw: he's too feudal and conservative. They're already in bed, so why don't you pounce on him?
Zhao Ziyi imagined indescribable scenes and gradually fell asleep.
...
Feeling the person next to him breathe deeper and more evenly, Song Chen opened his eyes.
He turned his head to look at Zhao Ziyi.
Today's experience left him feeling emotionally unsettled.
He just didn't show it.
He was used to hiding his emotions.
The sudden appearance of a fiancée and the unexpected wedding disrupted his plans for the future.
The cultivation talent that he had been longing for but could not obtain suddenly appeared.
It cured his heartache.
All these changes were brought about by Zhao Ziyi in front of him.
He gazed at Zhao Ziyi's innocent sleeping face, secretly vowing in his heart that he, Song Chen, would protect Zhao Ziyi and prevent her from suffering any harm.
He raised his hand and brushed aside the messy strands of hair on Zhao Ziyi's forehead.
Although what Zhao Ziyi said today was unbelievable, Song Chen believed him.
History is like a giant ship that keeps moving forward, and those who steer its course are the key figures of the times.
Although this world may be a book, every little person is vivid and real.
Although Song Chen was unable to cultivate, he still lived for 18 years.
Thinking of this, Song Chen stood up, leaned close to Zhao Ziyi, and reverently offered him a kiss on the forehead.
"Snap!"
A deafening clap of thunder suddenly appeared and struck the roof of the Song family's house.
Song Chen was startled when he heard the voice.
Zhao Ziyi was also awakened by the noise.
Their eyes met, so close that their breaths seemed to mingle.
Zhao Ziyi stared blankly at him.
"What are you doing? Go check on the house!"
With an embarrassed expression, Song Chen got up and rushed outside.
He unleashed his spiritual energy to light the candles in the courtyard, only to find that the roof of his house had been charred black by lightning.
He strode to the head of the family's study, where he saw that a square jade stone that had been sitting properly on the desk was now completely shattered.
Song Chen frowned. This was a protective array left to him by his parents, capable of withstanding attacks from Golden Core stage cultivators.
This formation protected him for many years and was his only means of survival in Rongcheng.
The array stone will only shatter when the protective array completely fails.
No wonder the thunder was so loud, but there were only charred marks on the roof. It turns out that the power of the thunder had activated the protective array.
That attack just now hit the protective array perfectly, and the charring of the roof was only caused by the residual power of the heavenly lightning.
"Why is it thundering?"
Zhao Ziyi, who arrived later, tilted his head in surprise.
Song Chen pursed his lips, feeling somewhat guilty, and remained silent.
He didn't know why, but it probably wasn't because of the kiss earlier.
Zhao Ziyi poked him.
"This lightning bolt struck right in your room. Do you think it might be the protagonist, Mu Feng, coming to find you?"
Song Chen nodded and shifted the blame:
"It should be related to Mu Feng, but we don't know what methods he used to break through the protective array that only Golden Core cultivators can break."
Speak of the devil, and he appears; no sooner had Song Chen finished speaking than a burst of laughter came from afar.
Mu Feng descended from the sky, dressed in a white flowing robe with wide sleeves, the shimmering silk sash at her waist still eye-catching in the night.
"Hehe, this is truly a stroke of luck. I was hoping to lure you out, but the lightning came at just the right time."
Mu Feng smiled with his eyes crinkling, looking delicate and frail. The wind blew the hair between his eyebrows, and the red mole on his forehead revealed his identity as a young man.
Unfortunately, no one appreciated his ethereal, otherworldly appearance.
Upon seeing Mu Feng, Song Chen hesitated slightly and shielded Zhao Ziyi behind him.
Thinking about my own situation in "The Peerless Prodigy of Cultivation".
Song Chen frowned deeply.
Why did you come to the Song family to find me?
Mu Feng's eyes swept over the herb garden in the courtyard, and a smile curled at the corner of his lips.
"Don't be afraid, Young Master Song. I just want to invite you to a good place where you can showcase your talents."
To display one's talents? To spend one's entire life farming in your space, and being your slave for life?
The protagonist's mouth can indeed make anything sound grand and dignified.
Even making Song Chen a slave was considered a good thing for him.
Zhao Ziyi was dissatisfied; he had long wanted to give the protagonist a good beating.
Drawing his longsword from his storage pouch, Zhao Ziyi lightly touched the ground with his toes, pushed off backward, and instantly used his movement technique to fly towards Mu Feng.
Zhao Ziyi's tendency to start a fight at the slightest provocation terrified Mu Feng.
Mu Feng hurriedly summoned his flying sword to defend himself.
Zhao Ziyi was at the Foundation Establishment stage, but Mu Feng had many magical treasures with him, and the two were evenly matched when they started fighting.
"And who are you? What benefits do you get from helping Song Chen?"
"Song Chen is my man!"
Mu Feng's attack failed to land properly, and he flew backward.
He stared at Zhao Ziyi for a moment, then pursed his lips.
"No wonder you took a fancy to that good-for-nothing Song Chen who has no spiritual roots. You're actually an ugly monster."
Ugly monster?
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziyi was instantly enraged.
In this world teeming with cultivators, he might not be considered handsome, but he was certainly good-looking, right? He couldn't possibly be labeled ugly!
When Song Chen heard Mu Feng insult Zhao Ziyi, he was also enraged. He took out a crossbow from his storage bag, drew the bow, pulled the crossbow bolt, and shot the arrow.
The arrow, imbued with spiritual energy, flew away in an instant.
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.
Mu Feng hadn't taken Song Chen, this useless guy with no spiritual roots, seriously until the arrow pierced through his spiritual robe and struck his shoulder.
"Ah! Song Chen, how dare you hurt me!"
Mu Feng cried out urgently, clutching his bleeding arm and retreating repeatedly.
Zhao Ziyi's lips twitched slightly, just about to say something sarcastic to Mu Feng.
Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning, carrying immense power, descended from the sky.
Zhao Ziyi roared, "Song Chen, watch out!"
The lightning bolt hurtled towards Song Chen, a streak of light flashing across the night sky before crashing down on him.
A snap.
At this moment, the Song family no longer had its protective array, and the lightning struck Song Chen directly.
As the thunder subsided, Song Chen gritted his teeth and groaned.
His left shoulder and arm were completely mangled, with deep, bone-revealing wounds exposed to the air.
The smell of burning wafted over.
Mu Feng tilted his head back and sneered, "Dare to hurt me? I'll repay you a hundredfold!"
Zhao Ziyi instantly understood the reason for the matter. Damn it!
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