Airport.
Linghu Lan and Cangwu leaned back in their chairs, resting.
"Is it time for my connection with Dr. Zhao to end?"
"Yes! It's solved."
"Okay, then I'm relieved!"
Linghu Lan nodded and nestled her head against Cangwu's shoulder.
Cangwu rested his face against her hair, feeling at peace.
Over the years, he has spent most of his time nurturing his soul inside the statue, leaving only a wisp of his divine consciousness in Linghu Lan's body.
He had a vague feeling that there was some kind of contract between him and her, which he found very confusing. He could only observe her constantly and try to find a cause and effect.
He didn't understand the rules of human society, but he was amazed by all the different things that humans created.
Microwave ovens, induction cookers, rice cookers, water heaters, refrigerators—all these things shattered his worldview.
What shocked him the most was that forced marriage was so prevalent in human society.
That day.
Mo Yin's parents brought up her marriage again, and he felt his exclusive rights were being challenged once more. He angrily materialized into human form and knocked on the door from the outside.
Mo's mother opened the door, and her eyes lit up.
"Young man, who are you looking for?"
"I am Mo Yin's boyfriend." As soon as he said the words, the anger that had been building up in his chest dissipated.
He paused for a moment, realizing that the contract between him and her was that he owed her a marriage.
Having figured this out, he spoke confidently, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt!"
"Ah! Boyfriend?" Mo's mother was somewhat surprised. They had just been pressuring each other to get married, and now a boyfriend had suddenly appeared? Could it be that they were all working together to deceive them?
Mo Yin came out from inside, saw him, and couldn't help but smile. She generously took his arm and said, "Mom, let me introduce you. This is my boyfriend, Cangwu!"
Next, he faced scrutiny from his future in-laws:
How old are you this year?
Thirty-two years old. One hundred and five thousand eight hundred years old.
Where is your home?
“A local.” Taigu Yunxiaotian.
What do you do for a living?
"Doctor." God!
"Is your family pressuring you to get married?"
"I have no father or mother, and I can decide my own marriage." The gods don't pressure each other to get married, and they've been single for tens of thousands of years.
After a series of questions, Mr. and Mrs. Mo's tense expressions finally eased.
What happened next was a natural progression.
He married Mo Yin.
On the day they received their marriage certificate, Mo Yin lifted his chin and said with a wicked smile, "Give me a smile, and tonight I'll give you a lesson on how humans came into being."
He chuckled, hooking her head back around his. "No need, I've already seen your whole head. Tonight, I'll help you write your thesis: #How Your Back Breaks!#"
After marriage.
Everything is fine in their lives.
Mr. and Mrs. Mo were very satisfied with their marriage; their only regret was that they had never had a child.
He knew that he was a god.
Once one cultivates to godhood, it becomes very difficult to preserve one's bloodline.
Mo Yin slammed a report in front of her parents: it was a medical examination report that stated she was the infertile.
night.
She asked, "Do you regret not having children?"
"No regrets, having you is enough!" This was the truest truth in his heart.
If you weren't in this world, I couldn't imagine what love would look like.
...
An announcement was made in the departure hall, informing passengers to board.
Linghu Lan was awakened.
"Let's go, it's time to board!"
"good!"
The two walked hand in hand toward the security checkpoint. Cangwu was going to another city to perform surgery on someone he was destined to meet.
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