Chapter 124 Shen Yuepo, are you saying I'm too old?
She took several bites, trying to resist, but in the end she couldn't hold back.
Shen Yuepo turned her head to the side, looking expressionlessly at the man on the bed who had a very strong presence, her voice carrying a hint of suppressed irritation: "Don't look at me."
Feng Jin raised an eyebrow and parted his thin lips slightly: "But I have nothing to do."
Shen Yuepo choked, then said irritably, "Then play on your phone!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's lips curled into a smile, precisely hitting Shen Yuepo's weak spot: "Don't you hate it when people play on their phones while you're eating?"
Shen Yuepo's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused, stopping in mid-air.
She pursed her lips, ultimately saying nothing, and simply lowered her head again to continue eating.
After a while, Shen Yuepo finally put down his chopsticks.
Looking at the half-eaten dishes and snacks still on the table, she silently thought to herself: Wasting food is shameful...
But she really couldn't eat anymore.
This amount is more than enough to feed cattle.
Shen Yuepo stood up and walked straight to the hardboard bed.
On the bed, the esteemed Emperor Fengdu still leaned back, his posture languid yet exuding an invisible sense of oppression.
Shen Yuepo walked to the bedside, reached out and grabbed his wide sleeve.
She pulled hard, her voice carrying a hint of shooing: "Move aside, I want to sleep."
Feng Jin was slightly taken aback by her almost rude action, then raised his dark eyebrows slightly.
He obediently sat up straight following her force, but instead of immediately moving aside, he stood up.
The tall figure instantly cast a shadow in the small space, completely enveloping Shen Yuepo.
He leaned down slightly, bringing his handsome, almost otherworldly face closer.
His gaze locked onto her cool, slightly agitated face, and his deep voice carried a hint of inquiry: "What's wrong?"
What's wrong? He even has the nerve to ask what's wrong?
Shen Yuepo pursed her lips, intending to simply ignore him.
But then I thought about it again. Those who cultivate the Tao value clear thinking and never live against their conscience. They would never suppress their frustrations and let them obstruct their spiritual path.
This nameless anger was ignited by him, so it must be vented on him.
She didn't say anything, just kept a cold face, deftly took out her phone, and unlocked it.
With a hint of venting anger, he quickly tapped WeChat and opened the chat window.
Then, she suddenly held her phone screen up to Feng Jin's face, almost shoving it against his high nose, her voice cold and questioning: "What do you mean?"
Feng Jin's gaze unconsciously fell on the screen.
The first thing that catches the eye is the nickname at the top of the chat box—【酆都穷鬼】 (Fengdu Poor Ghost).
Feng Jin: "..."
That face instantly darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He abruptly raised his eyes, his icy gaze shooting towards Shen Yuepo, his voice low and chilling: "Fengdu... a poor wretch?"
Shen Yuepo subconsciously pulled her hand back from holding the phone.
Oops, in my anger I forgot to change the note back!
Her expression froze instantly, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.
She forced herself to remain calm, immediately put on a stern face, quickly put away her phone, and rapidly tapped the screen with her fingers, explaining in a stiff voice, "It's a mistake!"
A few seconds later, she held the phone up to Feng Jin again.
The glaring image of the poor ghost from Fengdu on the screen has disappeared, replaced by Feng Jin's original online name—I am wealth.
Shen Yuepo raised her chin, maintaining her imposing demeanor, "What does this mean?"
Feng Jin looked at the three words on the screen, but instead of feeling embarrassed by the questioning, he leaned down slightly again, getting even closer to Chen Yuepo.
Feng Jin's gaze was fixed on her, his voice deep and mellow: "What do you mean?"
He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, his gaze lingering on her face, "You didn't know?"
Shen Yuepo was speechless at his question and was about to retort.
Feng Jin didn't give her a chance to speak at all. The playful smile on his lips disappeared, and his voice turned deep:
"Shen Yuepo, you don't actually think... I would never refer to myself as 'Emperor' in front of anyone, do you?"
This is not about showing off, but about stating a fact.
He is the Great Emperor of Fengdu, with all ghosts bowing before him, and all reincarnations of all beings under his control.
That innate nobility has long been ingrained in his words and actions.
Only in her presence did his imperial majesty seem to unconsciously recede, or even disappear.
Before Shen Yuepo could process the impact of those words, Feng Jin immediately followed up with a second statement:
"You don't naively believe that I would expend my own life force to personally heal anyone who is injured?"
"And certainly not one to think I would casually share a bed with any woman?"
That night at the Shen family home, what seemed like a casual approach was actually the first time in his countless years of solitude that he had taken the initiative to get close to someone.
Faced with these questions, Shen Yuepo felt an indescribable tremor welling up from the deepest part of her heart, instantly shattering all her feigned composure.
The feeling was both unfamiliar and overwhelming, making her fingertips numb and her breath catch in her throat.
She subconsciously took half a step back before looking up at Feng Jin.
For the first time, a clear look of confusion appeared in those usually cool and aloof eyes.
"But Feng Jin...why me?"
Why?
In this vast world, among all living beings, through endless years, why was it she, Chen Yuepo, who was chosen?
Feng Jin seemed surprised that she would ask such a question, and he was slightly taken aback.
Then he countered, "Then why can't it be you?"
Shen Yuepo shook her head, her cool face showing an almost stubborn confusion:
"You've lived so many years, met so many people, experienced so many things... why me of all people?"
She has a cool and aloof personality, even somewhat withdrawn; she is neither gentle nor charming.
She couldn't think of any qualities she possessed that could attract this supreme being of the underworld, who had lived for countless eons and controlled the cycle of life and death.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jin's expression instantly turned somewhat strange.
He narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them, like a beast whose sore spot had been stepped on.
Of all the words Shen Yuepo said, he only heard the phrase "long years".
He stepped forward, and the oppressive aura emanating from his tall figure almost made Shen Yuepo breathless.
"Shen Yuepo, are you saying I'm too old?"
Shen Yuepo: "...?!"
She was completely stunned.
Her mind went blank; she couldn't keep up with Feng Jin's unpredictable thought process at all.
She was clearly asking "Why her?", but to him it sounded like she was complaining that he was old.
She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but was too shocked to form any coherent words.
She just stared blankly at Feng Jin.
However, this moment of stunned silence became, in Feng Jin's eyes, the most direct acquiescence.
Feng Jin's eyes suddenly darkened, and a trace of the Netherworld Emperor's aura that he had been suppressing uncontrollably leaked out.
In an instant, the temperature in the entire Black Wind Village plummeted, fine ice crystals condensed on the windows, and sparks burst from the circuits.
"What's going on?!"
"Why did the power suddenly go out?!"
Exclamations came from outside the compound, and a jumble of footsteps echoed.
Shen Yuepo finally came to her senses, but before she could speak, Feng Jin didn't even give her a second glance.
The next second, his tall figure vanished from the spot without warning.
It left no trace, no ripple, as if it had never existed.
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