Chapter 115
When Feng Jihan came over according to the location, Cen Xun was sitting alone on a bench in the park, enjoying the breeze.
At this time, the children were all out of school and were playing noisily on the park facilities nearby. The afterglow of the setting sun turned into the warm light of the street lamps. Cen Xun, wearing a colorful shirt, was leaning on a bench with his long legs crossed, exuding a powerful aura. However, in his hand, he was holding a bag of shrimp crackers, which made him very conspicuous no matter how you looked at him.
Even at such a close distance, Cen Xun did not attack humans. Feng Jihan felt relieved when he saw this relatively harmonious scene.
He pressed the microphone button and said to all the psychics on the communication channel: "Channel A11, alleviating the highest alert."
After saying that, he turned off the headset and put it in his pocket. Then he walked over and sat down next to Cen Xun: "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming?"
"I was planning to go to your house first and give you a surprise." Cen Xun's tone was not very good: "Human instruments are bad things."
"Luckily I discovered it in advance," Feng Jihan said with a smile, "I'm not going home tonight, so it would be a wasted trip for you."
He glanced at the half-pack of shrimp crackers in Cen Xun's hand, and finally couldn't help asking, "Where did the shrimp crackers come from?"
"A child gave it to me."
"It seems our teacher Cen is also very popular among the children." Feng Jihan spontaneously reached out and took the shrimp crackers from the package in his hand and ate them: "Delicious."
Cen Xun simply gave him the remaining half of the bag: "It's too salty and not tasty."
Feng Jihan looked at him with a smile: "Then I'll take you to buy something sweet?"
Cen Xun thought about it and agreed: "Okay."
So Feng Jihan gave him a pair of prop sunglasses that could blur his face, and he and Cen Xun walked to the business district one kilometer away to buy a cake.
Feng Jihan never imagined that one day he would walk side by side with Cen Xun in a world full of humans, all the way peacefully without any bloodshed.
Ten years ago, wherever Cen Xun went, there would be blood and gore. Even today, ten years later, if Feng Jihan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he felt that he could not even dream of such a scene.
Cen Xun's temper has indeed improved a lot over the years, and he no longer kills people based on his own will as before, but the evil nature is still there. Feng Jihan thought that when he came to the real world, he would at least do some bad things.
The result is no.
Feng Jihan asked Cen Xun stealthily, "With so many people around you, don't you have any thoughts of killing someone?"
Cen Xun was not interested: "Do you want me to have murderous thoughts?"
Feng Jihan said honestly: "That's definitely not what I want. I'm just curious about how you feel about humans now."
"How would you feel about the ants on the roadside?" Cen Xun asked calmly, his eyes sweeping over the men and women walking through the park. "It's easy to crush them, but it's meaningless."
Feng Jihan lowered his voice: "What about other things? Like blood, screams, killing?"
Cen Xun imagined the chaotic scene and wilted. "Let's put it this way. Right now, I just want to eat the cake smoothly. I don't want to do anything else."
Cen Xun originally thought that once he entered the human world, he would kill people indiscriminately.
But when he actually came in and walked among the humans, he suddenly felt that there was actually no point in killing these humans he had never met before.
Does it bring a sense of accomplishment? No.
Is he short of food? Not really. Fengdu Ghost City now has over 100 million players. He can kill as many as he wants, even repeatedly.
On the contrary, when Cen Xun came to the real world and saw ordinary humans coming and going, he suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.
Once upon a time, Cen Xun also lived in such a peaceful and safe world. When he walked on the street, he didn't have to worry about a monster suddenly jumping out and eating him. His life went on in an orderly manner, and his lover would prepare dinner at home and wait for him to come back.
But later, all this was broken by a player who suddenly broke in.
His reality became a nightmare world in the eyes of others.
Cen Xun once vowed to make the players who trampled on his life also taste this pain. However, when he really came to the real world and saw ordinary people busy with their lives, it was hard for Cen Xun not to think of himself.
What is the difference between myself who breaks into the human world and the player who breaks into the nightmare world?
Cen Xun can now easily destroy all the happiness that ordinary people have worked hard to build, but Cen Xun suddenly doesn't want to do that.
It is precisely because he himself has lost something that he can understand the feeling of losing this happiness.
In the end, Cen Xun didn't kill anyone and sat alone on a chair in the park.
Cen Xun looked at the neon city not far away and narrowed his eyes: "Have I been influenced by you?"
"Really?" Feng Jihan turned around and pecked Cen Xun's cheek lightly, then asked with a smile, "Do you feel touched by me?"
Cen Xun said calmly: "I feel like doing it."
Feng Jihan's face suddenly became hot: "Stop talking about what you are saying on the street. Don't say these things on the street."
Cen Xun said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? If anyone hears you and laughs at you, I will kill him."
Forget it. Just when I was about to praise him for being a kind-hearted ball of wool today, he turned evil again. Feng Jihan dragged Cen Xun forward quickly: "Hurry up, hurry up."
In the shopping district next to the park, Feng Jihan bought two ice creams and picked out a beautiful cake with Cen Xun. When they came out, Cen Xun saw an urgent news broadcast on the big screen of the mall and stopped to watch for a while.
"The number of monsters has been brought under control, but a small number are still roaming around. Please reduce your outings in the near future and pay attention to the safety of yourself and your family."
Cen Xun took a bite of the tip of the ice cream and asked Feng Jihan beside him, "Has the Heresy Monitoring Bureau already disclosed the existence of strange monsters?"
Feng Jihan: "How could they possibly keep it secret under such circumstances? It happened all over the country, and the videos were all over the internet. The Heresy Monitoring Bureau had no choice but to make it public."
"Since we know there are monsters roaming around outside, why do humans still dare to go out?"
"Because life has to go on," Feng Jihan said, "People go to work and go to school. As long as the danger is controllable, people will always go out."
Cen Xun looked at the big screen in the mall and said, "It's impossible to understand humans."
Feng Jihan thought it was a little cute that Mr. Cen was commenting on humans while holding ice cream, so he put his arm around his waist and kissed Cen Xun on the cheek in the shadow of the street lamp. He agreed with him, "Yes, humans are very strange creatures. There are actually humans who like evil balls of yarn. Isn't that strange?"
Cen Xun said as a matter of course: "The evil ball of yarn has a good face. Isn't it natural for humans to like the evil ball of yarn, like breathing?"
"Feng Jihan was defeated by him. He had never seen anyone so boastful.
Although it's true.
Feng Jihan drove here, and when he went back, there was Cen Xun sitting in the passenger seat.
The light from the street lamp cast one shadow after another on Cen Xun's face. Cen Xun half-opened the car window, propped up his chin and looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking. The side profile of his face, hidden by his black hair, had superior lines and was extremely beautiful without any modification.
Feng Jihan used to see Cen Xun from this angle every day, but he hadn't seen him in a long time. Feng Jihan watched him out of the corner of his eye and asked in a normal tone, "You just came here like this, who's in charge of Fengdu Ghost City?"
Cen Xun said casually, "Secretary Wu."
Feng Jihan secretly estimated: "There are more than 100 million players now, right? After Fengdu Ghost City is open, what are your plans for the next project?"
"Not sure yet," Cen Xun raised the corners of his lips. "The original plan was to continue running Nightmare University, but I suddenly had a better idea. However, whether it can be successfully implemented depends on luck."
"That's a better idea!" Feng Jihan deliberately stretched out his voice: "Let me guess, could it be related to the Seven Evils?"
Cen Xun turned and looked at him.
Seeing Cen Xun's reaction, Feng Jihan couldn't help but smile: "Did I guess it right?"
Cen Xun raised his eyebrows: "How did you guess that?"
"Is that hard to guess?" Feng Jihan stared ahead, his hands resting loosely on the steering wheel. "I was there when you wrote back to Seven Devils. At the time, your letter said you'd fight again in a few days. If Seven Devils took it seriously, he'd be here any day now."
"But this isn't 100% certain to happen. It depends on whether the Seven Evils are truly that stupid. That's why you said it depends on luck." Feng Jihan finished speaking and asked in a playful manner, "Teacher Cen, am I right?"
"All right," Cen Xun said darkly, "If I were the emperor, I would chop you down on the spot."
Feng Jihan felt deeply wronged: "Why? Am I wrong to understand Your Majesty?"
Cen Xun actually had a valid reason: "The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. Concubine Bird presumptuously speculated on the emperor's will and should be executed according to the law."
Feng Jihan almost spit out: "Where did you read this?"
And what the hell is Bird Princess?
Cen Xun glanced at him and said, "That's how it's played out in the TV series Secretary Wu watches."
Feng Jihan was speechless: "Why is Secretary Wu still reading these?"
"Secretary Wu said the workplace is like the officialdom, and he wants to learn the checks and balances of power from the Grand Chamberlain." Cen Xun said indifferently, "I don't understand why he's looking for reference materials like palace dramas to learn this."
Feng Jihan said slowly, "Maybe you give him a feeling similar to that of an emperor?"
Cen Xun asked with interest, "What kind of feeling?"
"Centralized power, dictatorial rule. Anyone who dares to disobey you will die." Feng Jihan thought for a moment and added, "Nine sons are vying for the throne. To inherit the throne, they can fight against their brothers and sisters."
Feng Jihan became more and more excited as he enumerated Cen Xun's ten sins: "He is possessive, suspicious by nature, and will kill all his clans if he displeases anyone."
Cen Xun interrupted him gloomily: "Bird Concubine, you are too long-winded."
Sensing that a storm was about to break out, Feng Jihan pulled himself in time and kept his mouth shut.
The atmosphere was tense all the way back home. Feng Jihan parked the car in the garage. While he was still sorting out the things in the car, Cen Xun had already gotten out of the car with a cake. Without waiting for him, he walked in with ease.
As he walked through the door, he saw a living room with familiar decoration. All the furniture and their placement were replicas of the villa in the nightmare world. The familiar feeling that came towards him made Cen Xun dazed for a moment.
The home in the nightmare world was destroyed by Cen Xun's anger, but in the same location in the real world, Feng Jihan replicated an identical "home".
This is also the reason why Cen Xun was able to quickly locate Feng Jihan's address before. From a certain perspective, Feng Jihan is really a person who is very good at deceiving himself.
Cen Xun walked into the living room and found that not all the furnishings were exactly the same as the house in the nightmare world, and some details were slightly different.
For example, the little gadgets that Cen Xun and Feng Jihan set up together cannot be replicated in the real world.
Cen Xun touched the sofa and felt a thin layer of dust on his fingertips. It was obvious that Feng Jihan rarely sat on this sofa.
Although there is no sign of life in the entire villa, the items are placed deliberately, as if someone is still stubbornly guarding an old dream and is reluctant to leave.
Cen Xun went to the kitchen and originally planned to put the easy-to-melt cream cake into the refrigerator. When he opened the refrigerator door, what caught his eye was a full box of nutrient solution.
There were no fruits, vegetables, or snacks or yogurts, only liquids of various colors in glass tubes shaking slightly, reflecting cold light under the on refrigerator light.
Cen Xun paused and opened the freezer area, which was still empty.
When Feng Jihan came over, he saw Cen Xun staring at the open refrigerator door in a daze.
"Is this what you usually eat?" There was no emotion in Cen Xun's tone.
Feng Jihan didn't understand what was going on. He walked over and took a look at the nutrient solution: "People with special abilities consume a lot of energy. Drinking this can effectively replenish energy."
As he spoke, he reached out to grab a tube of nutrient solution, but Cen Xun suddenly closed the refrigerator door and turned to look at him: "Why aren't you cooking?"
Feng Jihan withdrew his hand, vaguely sensing that Cen Xun was in a bad mood. Although he was puzzled, he still replied, "I live alone, so there's no need for me to cook. Just making something for two will be enough."
"Just dealing with two people?" Cen Xun frowned, looking at him with a hint of anger in his eyes: "Feng Jihan, do you live for me? If I divorce you, you can't even live your own life properly?"
Feng Jihan moved his lips slightly and denied: "I'm not having a bad life. Does not cooking mean I'm having a bad life? Of course not, I'm having a good life."
Cen Xun was silent for a while, then passed by him and said, "Then you should continue to live like this from now on."
Feng Jihan hurriedly chased out the door, but Cen Xun walked very fast and disappeared in just a few seconds. Feng Jihan searched the house from top to bottom and finally found Cen Xun lying on the bed in the bedroom with his back to him.
Feng Jihan was relieved to see that he didn't leave. He didn't say anything and went to take a shower first. When he came out, Cen Xun still kept his back to him, obviously still sulking.
Feng Jihan already had some experience in how to appease Cen Xun. He went straight to the end of the bed, crawled under the quilt, and landed in Cen Xun's arms.
Cen Xun looked at Feng Jihan who had emerged from his arms with indifference: "What are you doing?"
Feng Jihan said seriously: "It is said that when a concubine serves the emperor in bed, she has to get under the quilt from the bottom of her feet. Isn't this to let you experience what it feels like to be an emperor?"
Cen Xun didn't say anything. Feng Jihan hooked his arm around his waist, pulling him closer to him. He put his cheek against Cen Xun's forehead and whispered, "Actually, I just lied. I haven't been doing well since I left you."
"I don't want to eat, and I can't sleep. I just want to find you." Feng Jihan said in a hoarse voice: "But you are so cruel. You divorced me just like that. It seems that I am the only one who is stuck in the same place."
Cen Xun finally spoke: "Am I cruel?"
"heartless."
Cen Xun: "You were the one who disobeyed first."
"Then I'll listen to you from now on, okay?" Feng Jihan rubbed Cen Xun's forehead with his face: "Don't leave me again. Without a wife, I feel like I'm dying. I can't do anything."
Cen Xun thought, bullshit, you have done so many things behind my back, how come you can’t do anything now?
But Cen Xun just fell for it. He knew Feng Jihan was just pretending to be weak, but as long as she was willing to put her heart into it, that was enough.
If she was really a naive girl, Cen Xun would not like her.
Seeing that Feng Jihan was no longer stubborn, Cen Xun finally agreed to him: "Don't you find those nutrient solutions unpalatable?"
Feng Jihan said honestly: "I have been drinking that since I was a child. I am used to it."
Cen Xun was silent for a moment: "Have you been drinking this since childhood?"
"After being with you, I realized that this is actually very unpalatable." Feng Jihan said frankly: "After that, I rarely drank it. I prefer to eat with you."
Cen Xun finally discovered where the inexplicable anger came from.
Angry that the research institute used nutrient solution to fool the young Feng Jihan, and angry that Feng Jihan didn't take good care of himself.
Empty house, empty refrigerator.
As powerful as Feng Jihan is, he is desperately pursuing a bubble called "love" and is willing to trap himself in the same place for it.
Too stupid.
Seeing Cen Xun's unpredictable expression and wondering what he was thinking, Feng Jihan couldn't help it, so he crawled into the quilt, pushed open the colorful shirt on Cen Xun's body, and got some benefits for himself.
"Are you so impatient?" Cen Xun's thoughts were interrupted. He pushed the head down from his chest in an unpleasant tone and ordered him in a deep voice: "Lick it."
Feng Jihan gladly accepted it and moved down along with his strength.
The night before, they stayed up too late. The next morning, Cen Xun was sound asleep. Feng Jihan leaned over and called him several times in his ear before waking him up: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up."
Cen Xun forced himself to get up, resisting the urge to sleep: "What time is it?"
"Half past eight."
Today, Cen Xun was going to the mountainous area where the [Traveler] would appear, so he didn't get mad at all and got up smoothly.
Feng Jihan handed him a hot towel to apply to his face, opened the wardrobe, and let Cen Xun choose what he wanted to wear today.
"I bought you a lot of new clothes. Take a look and see which ones you like." Feng Jihan opened the closet door, and a row of colorful clothes appeared in Cen Xun's sight.
Cen Xun's aesthetic taste is indeed a bit exaggerated, but since he is so good-looking, he can carry off any ugly clothes. Therefore, even though Feng Jihan complains, he will still buy the ugly clothes that Cen Xun likes.
I bought so much without realizing it.
Cen Xun was picking when the doorbell rang downstairs. Feng Jihan had no choice but to tear himself away from Cen Xun: "It should be Zhou Mian and the others. You change your clothes and I'll go take a look."
After opening the door, Feng Jihan discovered that there were not only Zhou Mian and Su Mingqi, but also Tong Ming and Wu Jin.
Feng Jihan quickly let them in, but when it was Tong Ming's turn, Feng Jihan blocked the door and said, "Peeping Toms are not welcome in my house."
Tong Ming rolled his eyes in front of him, pushed him aside and walked in: "My brother is here, why can't I go?"
The man and the ghost disliked each other, and when they sat down on the sofa together, the atmosphere was very weird.
"Where's my fourth brother? Hasn't he gotten up yet?" Wu Jin couldn't sit still and was eager to rush upstairs: "I'll go call him."
Feng Jihan hurriedly stopped Wu Jin and said, "He's up, come down immediately."
Wu Jin glanced at him arrogantly, folded his arms and inspected the house. Feng Jihan let him do what he wanted. Wu Jin had the temper of a child, and the more he was scolded, the more he refused to accept it.
Tong Ming, Cen Xun's younger brother, was even more outrageous. He actually carried a backpack with him and took out a bunch of breakfast from it, placing it in front of Zhou Mian. He also took out some medicine and said with a stern face, "Take the medicine."
Zhou Mian took the medicine without saying a word, and didn't even give Tong Ming a glance.
Feng Jihan took the medicine and looked at it worriedly, and found that they were all medicines for treating stomach problems.
Feng Jihan glanced at Tong Ming with some surprise, and found that he was a little confused about this peeping Tom.
Why is he taking care of Xiao Zhou now when he used to want to kill him?
Strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many.
Su Mingqi was texting someone with a peaceful look on his face. Feng Jihan walked over and saw that the person he was chatting with was Yun Shiqing.
Captain, didn't you lose your memory? And when did you add your contact information to the deputy captain?
Just when Feng Jihan was feeling complicated, Cen Xun came down.
Zhou Mian was drinking his porridge when he saw Cen Xun's clothes and suddenly choked. Tong Ming covered his eyes with a headache and said, "Fourth brother! Why are you wearing this kind of clothes again?"
“Because it looks good.”
Cen Xun didn't care how much of an impact his aesthetics might have on others. He glanced at Zhou Mian and said, "We'll set off after Xiao Zhou finishes eating."
In the operation to capture the Walker, Cen Xun did not plan to bring too many people with him. In the end, only six of them were decided, and the rest were left in Fengdu Ghost City, responsible for running the project until completion.
Seeing Zhou Mian drinking porridge, Feng Jihan suddenly remembered that there was a cake in the refrigerator that Cen Xun had not had time to eat yesterday, so he took out the cake and asked Cen Xun if he wanted to eat it.
Of course Cen Xun did not refuse.
Feng Jihan handed the spoon that came with the bag to Cen Xun. Cen Xun took it, opened it casually, scooped a spoonful of cake, and just as he put it into his mouth, he suddenly noticed that Feng Jihan's eyes were not right.
Cen Xun asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"
Feng Jihan's gaze moved down to his left hand holding the spoon.
Cen Xun paused and moved the spoon from his left hand to his right hand.
Feng Jihan smiled and said, "It's nothing. Just continue eating."
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