Chapter 84 Afterwards

"It's really strange."

The next morning.

Wu Fuyi came to Deng Baoying's house after finishing work, looking at the messy fruit tree forest that had already turned green with a little doubt.

"Even if cultivated in a greenhouse, it is difficult for these varieties of fruit tree seedlings to grow rapidly at the same time," Xuelu tilted his head with his chin on his hand, looking at these seedlings with a professional look, "Is it because of the divine power? Or did you do something else... Do you mind if I take some leaves back for research?" Deng Baoying, who was holding

a coffee cup next to him, narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "These are the treasures of the Lord God, and he wants to write his name on each leaf. I can't make the decision."

Hearing this, Wu Fuyi rolled his eyes, turned around helplessly, and looked at Deng Baoying.

A griffon that is full is different from a griffon that is not full.

Deng Baoying is refreshed and his eyes are relaxed. Not only is his mental state excellent, but his lips are also red, like a seductive ghost that has absorbed a lot of human essence. Even the way he drinks coffee looks like a beast that is smug about its successful courtship, exuding a sense of joy that cannot be concealed from the inside out.

Even his clothes are no longer formal clothes that are deliberately seductive, but more casual at home. The collar of his white shirt is open, and he has no intention of covering up the bright kiss marks on his neck.

...No, rather than saying that he does not intend to cover it up, it is better to say that he wants the whole world to see it.

"It's really disgusting, you act like you've just won the beauty," Wu Fuyi frowned and looked at him, then retracted her gaze and said coldly, "In fact, no one wants to know that you succeeded in your courtship. We are not interested in your love life at all."

"I know, so what," Deng Baoying leaned against the kitchen door frame, looking calm, "it's enough for me to let you know."

"If possible, I even want to package up what the Lord God said to me last night and send it to Guan Jiu personally."

"..."

Wu Fuyi took a deep breath, held his forehead against the wall helplessly, and rubbed it: "...Although that's the case, I think he should not have time to care about you now."

Deng Baoying raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Ah, yes, you probably didn't hear it last night," Wu Fuyi also poured himself a cup of strong coffee, "while he was fighting with you, the brat ran away again."

"ran away again?" Griffin repeated.

"Yeah, that's right. I don't know where he got such great ability. He got rid of the surveillance and restrictions of his subordinates in the black market and ran away in a limited edition battleship." Xuelu nodded slightly while holding the hot coffee. "The chip and positioning are all invalid. I guess they haven't found him yet... I just authorized the tracking system of the research institute to help the black market fleet find him."

"Even the black market can't find his young master. That kid has grown up." Deng Baoying frowned and looked serious. "...There have been too many galactic storms recently, and there are false gods in the marginal galaxies who are planning something...It's not a good time to run away from home."

"When is the right time to run away from home?" Xuelu shook his head and sighed, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later... There are indeed too many things happening recently."

The living room fell into another silence. At this moment, a series of crackling sounds came from the bedroom upstairs.

It was as if something woke up and rolled over.

"..."

"Actually, I wanted to ask just now," the two of them looked upstairs in response. Wu Fuyi paused shamefully for a moment, and finally had to bring up the topic, "The Lord God... hasn't woken up yet?"

In the past, at this time, Fu Jiao should have jumped down from the upstairs, happily finished a breakfast, and returned to the backyard to see her precious fruit tree seedlings.

"Ah," Deng Baoying said calmly without moving, "I was probably too tired last night and slept a little longer."

"...Really?"

Xuelu looked upstairs, sighed, and murmured: "Although I feel that the truth is not like this, I don't want to know the truth at all."

The corners of the griffon's mouth curled up slightly, but he didn't say anything.

He just lightly picked up the rich breakfast tray that had been prepared long ago, like a big-tailed peacock that won the courtship competition with honor, and went to find his partner proudly and leisurely.

*

Fu Jiao woke up.

But she felt that she might as well not wake up.

Pain, the first thing she felt was pain. But it was definitely not pain in the conscious sense - normal pain would not bring such... numb, sour, and strange pain.

Just like a small animal greedily swallowing food that it shouldn't have swallowed, the mouth is astringent and numb.

The groggy brain is also stagnant and seems unable to move.

For the first time, the dignified Supreme God felt a feeling similar to the "fever" in the mouth of humans.

But it is only similar, and the body of the god will not be infected by the virus of the earthly world. Moreover, she remembered very clearly that after the ups and downs of the warm storm last night, Deng Baoying cleaned her in time, and there would be no hygiene problems.

But... I feel so uncomfortable.

There seems to be that sticky residue on the skin, and the mouth is dry and bitter.

Is this what humans must experience in the process of reproduction? If I had known earlier, I should have asked the Father God to change the standards of human reproduction.

Uh... such as asexual reproduction?

With a groggy head and having just woken up, the Supreme God's thoughts were scattered all over the place. He was lying paralyzed in the warm quilt.

He wanted to drink some water.

But his body felt heavy and he didn't want to move.

The god's perception had already discovered the two people who were talking downstairs, but unfortunately, out of some dissatisfaction, she did not choose to call for help, but decided to maintain her dignity as a god.

Fu Jiao took a deep breath, lifted the quilt and sat up. His muscles were sore from the pulling, and the dignified Supreme God grinned and hissed softly.

The hand stretched out from the warm quilt struggled and fluttered twice, half of his body leaned out of the bed, and successfully touched the cup in the bedside table next to him.

Ha.

Fu Jiao felt smug in his heart. Just as he was about to move forward to pick it up, he heard a polite "beep" from the side.

The smart home robot stood up in a flash, rolled over to her, and greeted her politely: "Hello, ma'am, would you like some water? I'll be right there..." Fu Jiao,

half of her body still hanging in the air: "?"

"Wait..."

A big smiling face appeared on the AI ​​screen, and it bumped forward without knowing it, causing Fu Jiao to groan and feel a pain in her waist and limbs. She turned over and fell off the bed.

Her lower body was still on the bed, while her upper body and long hair were lying on the ground, like a catfish that had been split in half, and she struggled a few times powerlessly. Her

waist, which was already painful, seemed to be broken this time, and her posture looked quite...undignified.

"Here's the water, ma'am," the little robot said respectfully, "Do you want to drink more?" "

......" Fu Jiao, "Sometimes I really want to ask Fu Yi if I secretly gave you evil robots a brain......"

Because her waist hurt so much, she sighed and took a long time to make up her mind to climb up.

Therefore, when Deng Baoying opened the door to bring breakfast to the Supreme God, she saw this scene.

The Supreme God was disabled but determined. He tried to climb onto the bed by himself. He struggled like a big catfish for half a minute and finally crawled back into his quilt.

Deng Baoying: "......"

Fu Jiao lay on his back, looking desperate and numb, and pulled the quilt to cover himself again.

His voice was hoarse and even sounded a little choked, and his tone was unfriendly: "What are you looking at?"

"So fierce."

Deng Baoying lowered his brows softly, put the breakfast tray aside for her, and put a straw into the prepared honey water: "Is your mouth dry? Drink some water?"

Fu Jiao burrowed into the quilt and didn't want to move. The latter lifted a corner of her quilt, and the Supreme God's self-deception was interrupted.

"I shouldn't have fed you the divine blood in the first place," she struggled to sit up and took the straw that was brought to her lips, mumbling in a hoarse voice and complaining in a trance, "I fed you like a dog. All day long, you have nothing in your head but how to bite your master."

"Yeah, you're right," Deng Baoying half-knelt at the head of her bed, his eyes fell on her wet lips, and whispered, "I'm a bad dog."

"Bad dogs must be disciplined, don't they."

Fu Jiao tugged at his collar, revealing the kiss mark from his neck to the hot red divine pattern on his collarbone, and his mood finally improved.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it later," she sat up on the edge of the bed, "How's Guan Jiu doing? Did you catch him?"

"No, he went back to the black market," Deng Baoying helped her shoulders to sit up, and took a thin shawl from the side, "Just now there was new news from the star field, that kid Guan Buhui ran away from home again, and he has a lot to do."

"He ran away from home again..."

Fu Jiao repeated softly, lowered her eyebrows and rolled her fingertips, then raised her eyes and looked at Deng Baoying.

Lion Griffin always felt that there was some inexplicable meaning in those eyes, like regret and like light, complex and unspeakable. It seemed that a long time ago, on the night before the Supreme God of the Wasteland Civilization was about to leave without saying goodbye, she had also looked down at him half-kneeling at the head of the bed. It

was almost at this moment that Deng Baoying raised her head in response, and a chill suddenly rose up her spine.

But the Supreme God said nothing.

Or maybe she swallowed what she wanted to say again, and her expression returned to its previous calm and unhappy state.

"Forget it," Fu Jiao sighed, stood up, stretched his waist, and stretched his muscles without any precautions. "Have breakfast... bring it downstairs and eat with Fu Yi. You are busy with work recently, and it is rare for him to come to see you. Don't let him wait downstairs by himself. What a big deal."

"..." Deng Baoying missed the opportunity to watch the Supreme God eat breakfast and commented inconspicuously, "It's just a light bulb."

The Supreme God turned around and looked at him speechlessly, swallowing back the word "lunatic" that almost blurted out.