Chapter 148 Hatching Eggs 5
After the devil shouted those words, Cen Xun realized that something was wrong.
Sure enough, the misunderstanding grew bigger and bigger.
"Until then, I'll keep fucking you until you can't tell a lie anymore."
"Hearing this, Cen Xun fell into a suspicious silence.
He admitted that he took advantage of Feng Jihan's amnesia to deliberately play with the bird. It was indeed his bad taste that kicked in and he wanted to do something exciting.
The devil's words that distorted right and wrong before his death were completely beyond Cen Xun's expectations. Cen Xun also did not expect that these words would be heard by Feng Jihan and even further deepen the misunderstanding.
What a "ridiculous substitute"! How could this devil, the "vessel that resurrects her husband," be better at writing melodramatic scripts than him?
At this moment, Feng Jihan was so angry that he behaved vulgarly for once. Cen Xun felt very complicated when he heard it, but he also felt inexplicably a little bit excited.
Cen Xun coughed lightly and said, "What are you talking about? Your memory will not be restored for about three or four days. Before that, are you going to..."
Feng Jihan pulled him into the room, as cold as a killer without any emotions: "Yes, starting from now."
Cen Xun was dragged by him for a few steps, wavering between the two options of "resolutely resisting bad temptations" and "enjoying the opportunity".
After all, they were an old married couple and had done this before. Furthermore, after becoming a god, Cen Xun's physical strength had greatly increased. Therefore, Cen Xun didn't think that doing it for four consecutive days was a big deal. His only concern was that a certain bird would scare itself and die from its overactive imagination before its memory could be restored.
Cen Xun was still thinking about whether to continue acting, but seeing that Feng Jihan seemed to be extremely angry, he finally gave up this bad idea and let Feng Jihan drag him away: "Or, listen to my explanation."
At this point, how could Feng Jihan still believe what this man said? He pushed Cen Xun down on the sofa without mercy, pressed him down, and tore off his flowered shirt with gnashing teeth.
This shirt is brightly colored and fancy, and it is one of Cen Xun's favorite clothes recently. Seeing the buttons fly off, Cen Xun's eyelids twitched. He wanted to say something, but his mouth was covered by Feng Jihan.
"Still want to lie to me? I won't give you this chance again!" Feng Jihan announced cruelly.
Cen Xun: "He just wanted to protect his clothes."
Unfortunately, the fancy shirt was damaged in the battle and fell to the carpet in tatters. Cen Xun soon had no time to think about so much. He was pressed deep into the sofa by Feng Jihan and was kissed until he couldn't breathe.
Finally, Feng Jihan stopped and stepped back, but his next move was still not coming. Cen Xun looked at him with half-opened eyes, panting.
Feng Jihan had a sullen face, and a black feather appeared in his hand. He was looking at him with dark eyes, with a look of restraint and forbearance: "I'll give you another chance. What is your purpose in taking me home?"
Cen Xun couldn't help but laugh: "What if I don't tell you?"
"Then don't blame me. I'll use the most cruel punishment on you." Seeing this liar's nonchalant look, Feng Jihan became even more furious. He clenched the feather in his hand and said word by word, "Torture to extract a confession."
Cen Xun tugged at his silver hair, his voice low and provocative: "Really? Force one and let me see."
"That's what you said."
Suppressing his reluctance, Feng Jihan cruelly tortured him.
Cen Xun looked at his movements curiously, and saw Feng Jihan holding the pure black feather, and the tip of the feather moved down and swept across his chest.
The slight itch seemed to strike directly at the soul. Cen Xun had never expected this feeling. As if he had been electrocuted, his whole body shuddered and he subconsciously grabbed Feng Jihan's wrist.
He was still a little unresponsive and stared at the black feather in shock and doubt. Could this thing actually touch the soul of God?
Only then did Cen Xun realize that something was wrong.
After all, Feng Jihan is a newborn natural god, and the power he holds is unclear. Judging from his previous skills, most of them are related to banned skills. It is actually a very dangerous behavior to rashly stay in the other party's territory.
It’s just that Feng Jihan never showed any aggressiveness towards Cen Xun, so Cen Xun subconsciously ignored the danger.
"What's this?"
Feng Jihan did not answer, as if he had made up his mind to persist with the torture.
The seemingly harmless feather tips brushed against his body, bringing an indescribable sense of stimulation. Cen Xun's head exploded, followed by an intense, irresistible numbness.
The feather seemed to penetrate the skin and flesh, touching the deeper bone marrow and soul, bringing an extremely terrifying and strange itching.
The nonchalant look finally changed. Cen Xun struggled to run, but Feng Jihan, who had anticipated this, grabbed his wrist and said, "Why are you running? Aren't you a tough talker?"
"No, stop." Cen Xun's cold white skin turned red. Feng Jihan could take out such a "torture instrument" which was completely beyond Cen Xun's expectation. He could not let Feng Jihan continue to play. This feeling was too much. If he played for too long, he would really...
Cen Xun wanted to admit defeat, but Feng Jihan refused to let him go so easily. Cen Xun was held down tightly by Feng Jihan. That damn feather made Cen Xun sweat profusely. Within a few minutes, his whole body felt like it had been soaked in hot water, and his voice became hoarse.
The angry bird god tortured and interrogated at the same time.
"Tell me, who is your husband!"
"Feng, Feng Jihan."
"You have already instilled the memory into me, right? Otherwise, how would I know my name was this when I was born!" The bird god became even more angry.
""
Forget the torture, these are still bearable.
This is what Cen Xun thought. He felt that this was the limit of the Bird God’s evil transformation.
Until Feng Jihan suddenly stopped and, in front of Cen Xun, put the feather together from end to end to make a ring-shaped object.
Then put it on
Cen Xun: “”
It is no exaggeration to say that Cen Xun has never felt so frightened in his life.
The feather shaft is divided into countless feather branches, which are arranged very densely. The originally smooth and neat feathers are separated and become strands. Its texture is soft but not without hardness. When the folds are broken inch by inch, it can surely sweep into any hidden corner.
Cen Xun couldn't even imagine what it would feel like if this thing came in.
Cen Xun really refused to cooperate this time. If he continued, things would definitely get completely out of control. For this reason, he did not hesitate to use his strength and fought Feng Jihan.
Fighting with other gods in their territory is undoubtedly a very unwise move. Cen Xun, who had not yet had time to understand this common sense, received a profound lesson from his own experience.
With the home advantage, Feng Jihan's authority will be strengthened to the greatest extent.
Cen Xun heard Feng Jihan whisper something, and then the flying golden thread suddenly began to lose control and wrapped around Cen Xun's body.
With his hands bound in front of him by golden thread, he struggled to hold onto Feng Jihan's chest. Cen Xun gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of authority do you hold?"
"Power." Feng Jihan easily lifted Cen Xun's wrists above his head and said in a deep voice, "Theoretically, all the power in the world belongs to me."
Disabling and counter-control are both effects of his power.
""
"So, no matter what your purpose is, you will never escape from me." Feng Jihan leaned over, gently bit Cen Xun's pursed lips, and announced coldly: "I will leave an eternal mark on you, so that you will completely understand who your husband is."
Seeing the evil feather circle approaching, Cen Xun's heart skipped a beat. Forced to do so, he could only speak hurriedly: "I, I have something to say!"
Feng Jihan looked at him dimly, wanting to see what else he could come up with.
"Actually, he and I divorced a long time ago. I was the one who initiated it." Cen Xun breathed a sigh of relief. "My wedding ring is lost. How could I deliberately hatch a god that I can't control just for him?"
"Really?" Feng Jihan glanced at him and said, "Show me the divorce certificate."
Cen Xun closed his eyes and said, "It's in the last compartment of the bedside table on the left side of the bedroom."
Feng Jihan stared at him for a while, but finally believed him and threatened him coldly, "If I don't see the divorce certificate when I go there, or if I see you running away while I'm away, I'll fuck you to pieces, understand?"
The last sentence was said close to Cen Xun's ear.
Cen Xun closed his eyes and pretended not to hear, and finally felt the person on him leave.
As soon as Feng Jihan left, he stood up and ran away the next second. What a joke. Feng Jihan is not in his right mind now. He must be crazy to continue playing with him.
The god in charge of dreams can freely pass through the cracks in dreams. This is an ability naturally given to Cen Xun by power and is not affected by Feng Jihan. Cen Xun cannot defeat Feng Jihan in his territory, so he just needs to return to his own territory.
At the moment when he was about to pass through the crack, Cen Xun was pulled back by a pair of strong arms and held tightly in their arms.
"I knew you weren't honest!"
Feng Jihan gritted his teeth and carried the lying little liar onto his shoulder, striding towards the bedroom upstairs.
Cen Xun was so angry: "Put me down! Feng Jihan, if you dare to touch me with that thing, don't even think about remarrying me in this life!"
Feng Jihan: "Then I'll have an extramarital affair."
The moral level of the bird god, who lost the constraints of his genetic lock, plummeted.
Cen Xun was thrown on the bed by him, supporting himself on the bed with his wrists tied together with gold thread. Just as he was trying to stand up, he was ruthlessly held down by Feng Jihan.
"Bind it yourself with a golden thread and unfold it for me to see."
"" Cen Xun opened his eyes wide, is this how he uses the golden thread?!
No matter how shaken Cen Xun was inside, his golden thread was unable to resist Feng Jihan's orders. He rebelled against his master despite Cen Xun's resistance.
Feng Jihan's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he leaned down and gently rubbed Cen Xun's red earlobe with his fingers.
Cen Xun almost forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Just wait until you wake up, I'm going to make you pay!"
The amnesiac bird god is fearless.
In fact, compared to the situation when he just found out that he was deceived, Feng Jihan's anger has now dissipated by half. The feeling of complete control over the person under him has overwhelmed all his anger.
During this period of time, all the uncertainties brought about by the closeness and distance have disappeared. Now, this person can only lie in his arms and think about him with all his heart.
Feng Jihan kissed the trembling eyelashes soothingly, but his actions were not polite.
The strange touch swept across the hidden corner little by little. Cen Xun's struggling movements suddenly became stronger, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he was drowning, and his breathing became extremely rapid.
The trembling breathing suddenly stopped for a moment, and Feng Jihan felt the body in his arms trembling pitifully.
"You can't hold on any longer?" Feng Jihan wiped the tears from Cen Xun's eyelashes, and finally softened his heart: "Be good, stop when you call your husband."
After a long while, he finally heard Cen Xun's trembling voice calling him: "Husband"
After being bullied like this, it seems like he really can’t take it anymore.
Feng Jihan only tasted it briefly and stopped as agreed. Unexpectedly, after he really withdrew, Cen Xun began to struggle restlessly in his arms again: "No, continue."
Feng Jihan was a little amused: "Can't you bear it?"
Cen Xun closed his eyes, his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and forced out a word: "Itchy"
Who knew that after that thing scratched me, it would become so itchy after just a while, even more uncomfortable than when it first came in.
Feng Jihan couldn't bear to see him suffer, so he listened to him and went back in.
So they entered a kind of vicious circle.
Stop itching and move
Cen Xun was really going to be killed by that feather.
In the end, I don’t know how it stopped, Cen Xun fell asleep without dreaming.
When he woke up again, Cen Xun saw Feng Jihan sitting beside the bed, bringing a bowl of porridge with a cold face: "Drink it."
After what happened yesterday or the day before yesterday, Cen Xun had no good face for this crazy bird. He glanced at the bowl of porridge coldly and said, "What is this? Abortion porridge?"
"Feng Jihan's ears turned slightly red. What was going on? He was clearly in the right in this matter, so why was he the one who felt guilty in the end?
"It's for nourishing the body, just drink it."
"No." Cen Xun turned his face away. He didn't need to eat anyway, and he was in a bad mood right now, so naturally he wouldn't drink any porridge.
Feng Jihan had no choice but to feed him porridge with a cold face. Cen Xun didn't want to drink it at first, until he smelled a very strong and strange fragrance, then he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What did you put in it? Aphrodisiac?"
After hearing these words, Feng Jihan realized that his image in Cen Xun's eyes had completely collapsed.
"No," Feng Jihan said with mixed emotions, "It's my eggshell."
Cen Xun: "Can you use your eggshells to cook?"
"It's not an eggshell, it's actually a physical part of my power. Others want it but don't have it yet." Feng Jihan gave him a displeased look: "Don't you often have nightmares? Eat something to replenish yourself."
Cen Xun sneered upon hearing this, leaning against the pillow and saying slowly, "I am the God of Dreams, how could I possibly have a nightmare?"
"Feng Jihan, who was hit by the boomerang, silently scooped up a spoonful of porridge and continued to feed him with a cold face: "Eat it, it's delicious."
This time, Cen Xun did not refuse and drank it with a cold face.
The porridge was stewed until it was soft and tasty. Although eggshells were added, Cen Xun did not feel any granularity of eggshells when chewing it. He just felt it was very fragrant and had an indescribable wonderful taste.
The pure power flowed into the body along the throat, and the body quickly became warm.
Cen Xun felt better and his complexion became brighter. Feng Jihan fed him mouthful after mouthful. Seeing his narrowed eyes and puffy cheeks, he felt soft in his heart, "Is it delicious?"
Cen Xun didn't answer, but frowned and asked, "Did you use all of it to make porridge? I want to keep more."
"I only used a small piece the size of a fingernail." Feng Jihan couldn't help but lean over and kissed him: "It won't affect your collection."
Cen Xun didn't say anything, and was cold and indifferent, obviously still not wanting to pay attention to him.
This is outrageous! He, the one who got cheated, isn't even angry yet!
Feng Jihan angrily opened the curtains, cleaned the room with a cold face, tidied the room with a cold face, and dressed Cen Xun with a cold face.
Cen Xun let him put on his shoes, crossed his arms and mocked him, "Aren't you trying to restore your memory?"
Feng Jihan pinched his ankle and looked up at him with restraint: "Your ninth brother is clamoring to see you, you don't want him to see you like that, right?"
Cen Xun: “”
As a veteran brother-con, Wu Jin, who has been staying at his home recently, will naturally keep an eye on his fourth brother's movements. Seeing that Cen Xun has not shown up for a day, Wu Jin will naturally become suspicious.
The bird is still here, there is no way Fourth Brother would abandon the bird and leave.
Although Feng Jihan was angry with Cen Xun, he didn't dare to attack his brother without his consent, so he had to give up his previous idea with regret.
A day later, Wu Jin finally saw Cen Xun and immediately rushed over to him: "Fourth brother, just blink when you're being coerced!"
Cen Xun's expression remained calm: "Go find Lao Liu. I have something to ask him."
That demon had ruthlessly tricked him in order to sow discord, and Cen Xun couldn't just let the mastermind go. He was determined to find the "master" behind that demon and then tear that unlucky creature into pieces.
Wu Jin accepted the task and left reluctantly. Before leaving, he glared at Feng Jihan with great concern, always feeling that this bird had done something bad to his brother.
Feng Jihan asked Cen Xun: "What did you say to the devil that day?"
Cen Xun sat down on the sofa and said calmly, "That demon invited me on behalf of a great demon lord, hoping that I would fall into the dark camp. I refused."
Feng Jihan sat down next to him, frowned, and asked, "Is your tendency to become a Fallen Angel really because of your husband?"
"On the contrary," Cen Xun said with a twitch of his lips, "I'm not a good person to begin with. You should ask me if I didn't become a Fallen Angel because of my husband."
Feng Jihan was slightly stunned, then asked angrily: "Do you love him so much?!"
Cen Xun kicked his calf and said coldly, "Don't be so ungrateful. Go get me a cup of yogurt."
The black emotion failed to brew, Feng Jihan had no choice but to pour yogurt for him with a cold face,
After a while, Tong Ming came, glanced at Feng Jihan who opened the door, and rolled his eyes on the spot.
"Get out of the way, you cold-faced panty-washing god."
Feng Jihan: ""
With his eyesight, he could naturally tell that this was a demigod. However, for some reason, the words "toilet" and "peeping Tom" came to Feng Jihan's mind the first time he saw this person.
Is Cen Xun's sixth brother a real brother?
Feng Jihan turned around and happened to see Tong Ming speaking sarcastically to his brother on the sofa: "Are you having fun now? You must have made a mistake."
Cen Xun said coldly, "It's none of your business."
Tong Ming snorted coldly and walked straight towards the swimming pool. After a while, he handed over a piece of paper with the demon's origin written on it: "Here, the name and the location of the lair."
Cen Xun glanced at the three words "Balajin" on it and put the note away: "Got it."
He glanced to the side: "Where's Xiao Zhou? Didn't he come with us?"
Tong Ming's eyes flickered slightly: "Xiao Zhou is sleeping."
Cen Xun looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.
Tong Ming: "Xiao Zhou is taking a nap."
Cen Xun: “Heh.”
"Anyway, take it easy." Tong Ming forcibly changed the subject and warned, "Don't mess yourself up again."
Cen Xun responded with a sneer.
After Tong Ming left, Feng Jihan sat back next to Cen Xun.
Cen Xun was playing with his phone and ignored him.
Feng Jihan turned into a small black and white bird, flew to his phone, and looked at him with his head tilted.
No matter how cute he acted, Cen Xun remained unresponsive and continued typing indifferently.
Feng Jihan sang a section of "Happy Clapping Song", but when it didn't work, he sang a section of "Katyusha".
Cen Xun finally responded, but coldly pinched his beak and said, "That's unnecessary. How can I, the God of Dreams who can't have nightmares, be worthy of listening to your sacred song?"
Feng Jihan: ""
Being angry feels good for a moment, but chasing your wife will end in a funeral.
What kind of forced love is this? He couldn't stand Cen Xun being cold to him and wanted to pluck his feathers to make him happy.
Let him be a substitute, isn't it good enough that he is willing to spend time on me?
Even if she really became the resurrection vessel of that dead husband, it only means that he had a bad fate and has nothing to do with Cen Xun.
After realizing this, Feng Jihan gave in first: "Baby, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"I shouldn't have distrusted you." Feng Jihan tentatively jumped onto the back of Cen Xun's hand: "Don't be unhappy, I'll let you take revenge, okay?"
"Really?" Cen Xun finally looked him in the eye: "Any revenge is fine."
Feng Jihan: "Anything is fine."
Hearing this, Cen Xun seemed to be coaxed. He timidly stroked his feather crown and said reluctantly, "Alright, I'll deal with you later."
Feng Jihan stretched out the bird's head for him to play with, and was delighted when he heard this: "Then I'll take you out for a walk?"
Cen Xun remained silent.
It's true that I haven't been out for many days.
On the lawn in the yard, the palm-sized bird became very large, and under the sunlight, its whole body seemed to be glowing.
Cen Xun admired the bird, which was several times taller than him, with great interest and gave the order: "Turn around."
The big bird obediently turned around and secretly showed off its feathers to its favorite partner.
Cen Xun stretched out his hand: "Hold your claws."
"Feng Jihan raised one paw helplessly and lightly touched the exceptionally slender and beautiful hand with his black claw.
Cen Xun squinted his eyes and looked at the big bird in front of him. It is said that small animals will become uncute if they are magnified several times, but even after magnifying this black and white bird so many times, Cen Xun still thinks it is very cute.
He still couldn't help it, so he put his hands around the big bird's neck, buried his face in its fluffy and dense breast feathers, and took a deep breath.
Feng Jihan asked him softly, "What's that smell?"
Cen Xun put his face against his chest feathers: "Sweet bird smell."
Just being praised made Feng Jihan inexplicably happy. After he grew bigger, Cen Xun became smaller. He lowered his body slightly and used his beak to push his tiny wife towards his back: "Sit on it."
The sacred bird never carries people on its back; only its mate has this honor.
Cen Xun sat on his back as he was told. The big bird soared straight up and flew far away in an instant.
Feng Jihan took Cen Xun flying freely for a long time, and then went to the East China Sea with him. He lowered the altitude and flew almost close to the sea surface. He quickly caught a sea fish and prepared to cook it for Cen Xun in the evening.
When I got home, my bad mood was gone.
Feng Jihan grabbed Cen Xun and kissed him for a while, then reluctantly went to the kitchen to cook the sea fish. After a while, Cen Xun walked in and hugged his waist from behind.
Feng Jihan made a slash and said, "Troublemaker, what's wrong with that?"
"I'm just happy," Cen Xun said, leaning against his back. "The world is so big, nothing can hold you back anymore."
Damn, why is it so sweet all of a sudden? Feng Jihan's heart moved when he heard it. He put down the knife and turned around. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a wicked smile suddenly appear on Cen Xun's lips: "Except me."
Feng Jihan refused to be outdone and immediately spoke in an ancient and gorgeous tone, "I have branded you with an eternal mark, cunning God of Dreams, and you will never escape from me!"
"Cen Xun patted him on the back and scolded him with a smile: "Divine Golden Bird."
At night, Cen Xun fell asleep in Feng Jihan's arms, digesting the little energy he had eaten today. After Feng Jihan coaxed him to sleep, he got up and went to the cloakroom.
After the most angry moment passed, Feng Jihan regained his rationality. He tried to figure out Cen Xun's attitude and made some guesses. Perhaps Cen Xun really did not lie to him about his identity.
If he was not the dead husband himself, with Cen Xun's temper, there was no way she would be hypocritical with him.
However, Feng Jihan still needs more evidence to support his claims.
He thought of the place where he found the marriage certificate that day, and vaguely remembered that there were a lot of things inside.
Looking at those things might bring back some memories for him?
With this thought in mind, Feng Jihan took out the old things with sticky notes on them one by one.
"The little notes he passed around in class were so cute."
“The first flower he planted.”
"He got full marks on the test."
"A notebook he used. It had ugly drawings of birds in it."
"He doesn't like the clown dolls we caught together. He just likes pandas."
Later, the name on the note was changed.
"My wife knitted me gloves for the first time [heart]."
“Clothes that my wife mended herself”
"My wife cooked it herself, blew up the kitchen, and took a photo as a souvenir."
As I look at more and more sticky notes, the memories related to them also emerge.
Three years of being mortal enemies ended in regret and tragedy.
Ten years of knowing and loving each other were buried in a meteor shower.
Until finally, in order to end everything, he exhausted all his strength and was swallowed by the ground.
Feng Jihan closed his eyes tremblingly. It turned out that the man who didn't know what was good for him, was a wasteful person, couldn't tell right from wrong, had no eyes, was short-sighted, heartless, shameless, and worse than an animal, was really himself.
Ahhhhhhhh!
What he had done to Cen Xun before kept replaying in his mind. Feng Jihan's eyes went dark and he wished he could wake Cen Xun up right now and make him kneel on the durian peel.
How dare he!
How dare he bully his weak and helpless wife with feathers, force him to tie his legs with gold thread, and then interrogate him with all kinds of shameful words!
I'm going to die
How could his moral standards be so low!
Feng Jihan was silently raging in his heart and didn't notice Cen Xun who was standing at the door of the cloakroom at some point in time.
"Have you recovered your memory?" Cen Xun asked softly.
Feng Jihan's back stiffened.
"Isn't it time to settle the score?" Cen Xun stood behind Feng Jihan, his eyes sweeping over the pile of small items covered with labels on the ground. He said with a half-smile, "Let's start with your perverted act of secretly collecting my things?"
"Honest and selfless little bird," Cen Xun picked up a piece of underwear and raised an eyebrow, "How come you even collect other people's underwear?"
Feng Jihan felt so ashamed that he quickly slid to his knees: "I'm sorry, honey, I was really wrong!"
Cen Xun ignored him and flipped through the small items with great interest. Not knowing what he saw, he asked in a complicated tone, "On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, he took the initiative to wipe my sweat, didn't he? Why do you even collect the used tissues?"
Feng Jihan: ""
Cen Xun put down what he was holding and stood up: "Come with me."
Feng Jihan followed him back to the bedroom dejectedly.
Cen Xun stretched out his hand: "Hand it over."
Feng Jihan knew what he was talking about and trembling with fear handed over the sinful feather.
"You're quite good at playing." Cen Xun brushed his chin with the still slightly damp feather. Feng Jihan shuddered all over: "Have you been wanting to play like this for a long time?"
Feng Jihan dared not admit: "No"
"You still dare to lie? Stretch out your hand."
Feng Jihan was in the wrong first, so he obediently stretched out his hands and let Cen Xun tie him up with gold thread and push him onto the bed.
Cen Xun rode on his waist and abdomen, lightly brushing his abdominal muscles with a feather: "Tell me, are you a bad bird?"
"Yes, I am." Feng Jihan endured the itchy feeling and admitted: "I am a bad bird that belongs only to my wife."
"Do you know how to be sweet now?" Cen Xun whipped him with a feather and said coldly, "It's no use being sweet. You'll be in trouble later."
I don’t know how long it took.
Feng Jihan lowered his head and rubbed Cen Xun's forehead: "Are you still angry?"
Cen Xun closed his eyes lightly: "Being angry with you makes me tired. I am too lazy to be angry anymore."
Feng Jihan was quiet for a while, then said softly, "I'm sorry."
For the sake of humanity, he owed Cen Xun too much.
Cen Xun said lazily, "Alright, now that you're back, let's end this."
"I'm so sorry." Cen Xun opened his eyes and looked at him: "Just give me the rest of your life as compensation."
Feng Jihan smiled and held his waist tightly: "Okay, wife."
"Call me wife now that you're remarried."
"Then, great God of Dreams, when can we remarry?"
"When you're dreaming."
"No! We need to remarry now. Be good and call me husband."
"Haha, no, just call me husband and let me hear it."
The room was warm and cozy, but outside the window it was quiet.
The world was covered in white, and the first snow of this winter fell quietly.
It's another warm winter.
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Next up will be the extra chapters about omniscience and foresight, the sequel to the two worlds, and the journey to the divine realm. Qin Xiu and Secretary Cat, as well as Yun Shiqing and Su Mingqi, will be covered as appropriate.
In addition, the ten years from the small mountain village to marriage will also be written, revealing the process of Xiaoniao teaching Teacher Cen to learn love, including campus content, the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, and daily life after marriage. This extra chapter about the relatively immature and most evil Teacher Cen should be placed at the end.
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