Chapter 68 Seduction

As promised, they did.

That afternoon, the two men planted the dozen or so saplings.

Fu Jiao herself had no sense of spatial beauty, and Deng Baoying was willing to follow her. After several hours of going back and forth, the saplings planted in the yard were in a mess, some sparse and some dense, which looked even more out of tune with the surrounding buildings full of beauty and regularity. At that time,

the two stood at the gate of the yard with their arms crossed to look at their achievements of the afternoon, and the Supreme God unfolded the folding light screen incomprehensible.

"This is so strange... I clearly planted it according to the tutorial, but why does it always feel a little different?" Fu Jiao muttered, raised his head and compared it repeatedly, and handed the design drawing to Deng Baoying to look at, "Look, there is a heart mark on it... Isn't it really a little bit off."

Deng Baoying looked down at the beautiful trees on the screen, and then looked at the messy small fruit trees in front of him that looked like a cemetery.

"Not bad," he nodded slightly without changing his expression, praising, "very artistic."

"Really?" Fu Jiao asked suspiciously.

"Really." Deng Baoying confirmed.

Sometimes people don't need suggestions but mindless praise, and the Supreme God is not immune to this.

After lowering her head and comparing again, she decided to give up thinking and just keep it like this, anyway, it can still survive. At

dusk that day, Lynx, who had finished his work, took Wu Fuyi on the flying ship to have a meal, and also brought fresh ingredients and seasonings.

According to past experience, Lynx and Fu Jiao, who can't cook at all, stayed in the living room, and Wu Fuyi, who knows only half of the cooking, went to the kitchen to help Deng Baoying. The

lights were on in the living room, and the newly bought aromatherapy had a faint sweet-scented osmanthus scent. Fu Jiao also laid fluffy carpets and wallpaper in the living room.

"Well, generally speaking, it looks like home."

Lynx sniffed the smell in the living room, walked around again, and commented: "I've been to this place before, although I just finished a mission and just found a place to rest, and I stayed here for a few nights... At that time, there were no buildings around here, and it was not so complete. The constant temperature system was always running, but it still felt very cold."

"After staying here for so many nights, I never went to his house again when Deng Baoying called me again."

"Although it's luxurious, it's still cold."

Lynx gestured to the Supreme God and smiled: "Although we are very cold-resistant, I don't want to experience that kind of lonely and cold feeling again - it's better for you to come back."

"Is that so?"

Fu Jiao was still playing games with her. After hearing this, he thought for a moment and said, "How about adding an electronic fireplace? Although the intelligent system is very advanced now, it looks warmer."

After the Supreme God returned to adulthood, he was still a head shorter than the lynx. His long black hair fell smoothly on the sofa, and there was a group of red flamingos painted on his pajamas. He looked no different from an ordinary person.

It was just that snow-white skin without any flaws, and the strange golden eyes that could reflect the human figure, that showed the soul in this skin that did not belong to human beings.

"Okay, even if you turn this place into a children's water park, Deng Baoying won't say 'no'."

Lynx tapped the game buttons beautifully, and the character on the holographic projection screen tied a handsome sword flower.

She blinked her cunning eyes and looked at the thoughtful Supreme God: "Although I really want to see him getting a headache from a bunch of children's screaming... But for him, even if that happens, it's better than waiting for you to come back alone in a corner, right?"

Fu Jiao didn't comment, just raised his head and looked at the holographic screen in front of him.

"No, I can't lose this time," Supreme God Wu snatched the game console from her hand, "Hurry up, let me go."

...

Compared to the lively atmosphere between the two people in the living room, the huge kitchen was obviously much colder and quieter.

The sound of washing vegetables rang out, and Wu Fuyi looked through the gap in the door at the two people playing games in the living room, and couldn't help but reveal a little smile.

"It's great, if Guan Jiu was here, it would be no different from ten thousand years ago."

Even in private occasions, he still wore plain snow-colored clothes, and the dark pattern of deer antlers was embroidered on his straight white shirt. Deng Baoying glanced at him coldly and didn't bother to pay attention to him. Everyone knew that Wu Fuyi dressed up so carefully before coming here in order to attract the attention of the Supreme God.

Cha Cha's herbivorous subspecies is always cunning.

"So, to celebrate everyone's presence," Wu Fuyi showed a gentle smile, "and to celebrate that your home is finally a little lively and doesn't look like a haunted house anymore - why don't you open a few bottles of your treasured red wine tonight and try them?"

"Don't you always drink tea?" Deng Baoying said coldly, "When did you change to drinking wine?"

"What are you talking about? The situation is special. Besides, it's just a little alcohol." Wu Fuyi looked at the cold back of Griffin, who was wearing a bear apron and chopping vegetables with the same momentum as when he was chopping mutant beasts on the battlefield. "Besides, I'm doing this for your benefit..."

Xuelu squinted his eyes and lowered his voice with a hint of smile: "I remember that the Lord God's alcohol tolerance was quite average back then."

Deng Baoying almost cut his finger. He turned back with a bad look and saw Xuelu washing a basket of vegetables neatly and pushing them to the black marble island next to him.

"You don't want her to leave, no one wants her to leave."

"If you don't want her to leave, create a bond to make her stay."

Wu Fuyi leaned on the island counter and looked at him. Her slender fingers pushed the door again to make sure that the sound in the kitchen could not be transmitted.

After washing vegetables for half a day and picking the bones of a whole fish, his cold white fingers blew hot air next to the washing machine. Even so, he was still spotless, with a high-collar shirt covering his chin, looking warm and gentle, and the overall look of a high-level intellectual, but the words he said were quite shocking.

"Haven't you been out playing with Lynx? Have you seen how Lynx's male pets act coquettishly and pretend to be stupid to win her favor? If you haven't seen it, let Lynx teach you," Xuelu's tone was light, sounding half joking but sincere, "Don't worry about so much, please her, make her reluctant to leave you, make her stay for you...If it doesn't work, give her a child. I feel that the Lord God will not do such a thing as abandoning his wife and children..."

The sound of Deng Baoying cutting vegetables became a little louder in displeasure, and Wu Fuyi raised his hand to surrender.

"But I'm serious," his voice lowered a few points, "You also know that the galactic storm in the Federation border system has been expanding recently, and it is much more fierce than before. Although it always lingers on the border, from the images of patrol satellites, the center of the storm is continuously producing... mutants."

"If, as you said, the battle that was recalled did not successfully eliminate the so-called "false god", then He is probably preparing for a counterattack."

"Then the beast tide facing the border system will be unprecedented-it may even be comparable to a meteorite swarm of super-large destructive level."

"The position of Guanjiu is also quite unclear... You know, that guy has been crazy and doesn't care about anything since a thousand years ago. He has no sense of identity with the Federation at all. Who knows he will suddenly pop up and bite someone."

"It seems that there are the chaos of the wasteland civilization ten thousand years ago."

At this point, he lowered his eyes slightly and smiled lightly: "You also know that after the chaos is resolved, the existence of 'God' will no longer be needed here."

"From the moment she came, the countdown to farewell has begun."

Deng Baoying stopped cutting vegetables at some point, and the pair of gilded beast eyes stared at him, silent and without saying a word.

The latter put down the exquisite little rabbit-shaped seasoning bottle in his hand - from the color and shape, he could guess who bought it - and shrugged at Deng Baoying.

"Gods don't have big emotional fluctuations about everything, but their feelings about you are the closest to the common sense of 'liking'," Wu Fuyi said softly, "Go seduce her. If she has no attachment to this world, and no attachment to us, at least she can stay here because of her attachment to you."

"Emotional retention is much tighter and more insurmountable than physical imprisonment."

"In any case, Guan Jiu is right."

Deng Baoying didn't continue to speak, but just sneered very lightly, lowered his head, and threw green onions, ginger and garlic into the hot oil: "You are not much nobler than him."

The seasoning was put into the pot, and the oil smoke stood up. The high-frequency oil removal and decontamination system started to work immediately.

Lynx was right. When they started cooking, the house was much warmer than before. At least it was more lively.

Wu Fuyi responded to Deng Baoying's comment with a smile. He walked to the bed and opened the window with a chuckle: "Mutual..."

Xuelu paused in opening the window.

The window behind the kitchen faced the backyard. Before he was ready, he saw this...

a forest of bare trees that was hard to describe.

"......" Xuelu paused for a few seconds, "What's the matter? Do you have a hobby of burying corpses now? Why build a mass grave?"

"Mass grave?" Deng Baoying raised his head and glanced at the scenery outside the window. His expression was still natural, as if he didn't see the overall harmonious bare trees in the backyard of the dilapidated mansion. "You'd better be careful with your words, Wu Fuyi."

Wu Fuyi pulled one corner of his mouth, looking quite contemptuous: "I know you don't have any gardening talent, but anyway, it's really a bit unreasonable to plant the garden landscape like this, right? Don't you have a bunch of subordinates? Call them to..." "

This was planted by the Lord God himself." Deng Baoying was indifferent, without raising his head.

"......"

Wu Fuyi took a deep breath and swallowed the second half of the sentence, then raised his head again and looked at the garden landscape with a new, detached vision.

"Ah, it looks like this," he praised sincerely, "it has a sense of abstract beauty."