Feng Xuan’s original peck turned into a deep kiss.
Just as he left Qi Zhuoyu’s lips, the other’s peach blossom eyes inexplicably darkened. Without mercy, he immediately grabbed the back of Feng Xuan’s neck and pressed him towards himself.
Due to their height difference.
As Qi Zhuoyu pressed Feng Xuan towards himself, he also bent down slightly, tilting his face to deepen the kiss.
All of Feng Xuan’s sounds were swallowed up in the intertwining breaths.
Qi Zhuoyu, having acquired a taste, seemed insatiable. With a combination of kisses and bites, his onslaught made Feng Xuan’s legs weak in an instant.
This big devil’s technique was really just.
It was everyone’s first time in a relationship, but he was like he was cheating, progressing at an incredible speed.
But at least Feng Xuan had learned to breathe now.
When his lips were bitten red and pitiful, Qi Zhuoyu finally deigned to release him. Feng Xuan looked down and saw that his clothes had been pulled open at some point, not knowing when this had become Qi Zhuoyu’s new habit.
His hands were not idle at all while kissing him.
The kneading was even a bit painful, if it wasn’t broad daylight, he really wanted to open his clothes and look. He might see clear teeth marks left by a certain inhuman scum demon lord on a patch of snow-white skin.
Feng Xuan pushed him away, his voice a bit breathless. “Didn’t you say you still had to return to the demon realm?”
He felt that if he didn’t return to the demon realm soon, the role of little demon consort would fall on his head again.
“After proposing to Xiao Qi, how could I go back,” Qi Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow, speaking almost against his lips, inexplicably seductive. Hearing it made Feng Xuan’s ears burn, he really suspected the big devil was using his beauty to his advantage!
“You’ve already called me husband, for Senior brother to return to the demon realm at this time.” Qi Zhuoyu laughed, “Wouldn’t that be acting like a scoundrel?”
Feng Xuan: “.”
He seemed to realize something, and looked up at him.
Qi Zhuoyu pinched his face. “Let’s go to the White Jade Capital.”
The man’s voice paused, a hint of mischief appearing in his peach blossom eyes, leisurely saying, “To get struck by mother-in-law again.”
****
However, although Qi Zhuoyu was prepared to be struck by his mother-in-law again, a big event suddenly occurred in the White Jade Capital.
Not only did it prevent Qi Zhuoyu from having a chance to mention the proposal, even if he had mentioned it, Feng Li probably wouldn’t have had the heart to strike him.
In the Biluo River.
The primordial spirit of Yingzhu, which had been extinguished for over a thousand years, suddenly showed signs of soul gathering and revival.
When this news came out, not only was the divine race shaken.
All the deities in the Three Realms who knew of Yingzhu’s name were stirred.
After all, although Feng Li was said to be the lord of the Three Realms.
In reality, everyone knew clearly that the true lord of the Three Realms had always been only Yingzhu.
If it wasn’t for Yingzhu being too powerful in life, with his divine might still existing even after his death, causing all beings to both revere and fear him.
Feng Li’s position as emperor over the past thousand years definitely wouldn’t have been so stable.
When Feng Xuan heard this news, he immediately rushed to the Siming Palace.
He also dragged Qi Zhuoyu along. The ancient gods of the White Jade Capital had long known that the Demon Venerable had come to the divine realm, but they also knew in their hearts that this demon would most likely become His Highness the Crown Prince’s Dao companion in the future. Moreover, many of the divine race already knew that Qi Zhuoyu’s true identity was a demon god born together with the Father God.
Regarding his appearance in the White Jade Capital, all the gods turned a blind eye.
The Siming Palace had probably never been so lively.
Siming seemed to have expected Feng Xuan to come early, and had prepared his favorite fruits and snacks on the table, as well as sweet drinks.
Feng Xuan didn’t have time to take a sip, and got straight to the point. “Zitong, has Father God’s primordial spirit really returned?”
Siming corrected. “Supreme God Yingzhu’s primordial spirit is merely regathering, it has not yet returned to the divine position.”
To be honest, Feng Xuan found it all a bit confusing.
Siming continued. “But don’t worry, Your Highness. Supreme God Yingzhu’s return to the divine position is only a matter of time.”
After saying this, he blinked, his tone becoming slightly more relaxed. “Your Highness, do you remember? This humble god once told you that everyone’s destiny is different, you just need to wait patiently. At the end of the long river of time, everyone will meet again.”
Feng Xuan asked, puzzled. “But when Father God died back then, his primordial spirit had already been extinguished in the Biluo River.”
Siming said: “Your Highness. Isn’t it the same for the Demon Venerable Daren?”
It was the first time he had heard someone else call Qi Zhuoyu ‘Demon Venerable Daren’.
Feng Xuan was still a bit unaccustomed to it, and took a moment to react.
Siming finally abandoned his riddle-man persona, and for once smoothly explained everything. “The Demon Venerable Darenis precisely the destined opportunity for Supreme God Yingzhu to return to his divine position. He is a deity born from the Primordial River, just like Supreme God Yingzhu. All things in this world come full circle, and the Primordial River will also gather and separate. When the primordial spirits of Supreme God Yingzhu and the Demon Venerable return to the Primordial River at the same time, everything will begin anew.”
Feng Xuan listened for a long time but still felt it was convoluted.
Although he didn’t understand most of it, he only understood that everything would begin anew.
In other words, Qi Zhuoyu would no longer disappear inexplicably in the future, and Father God could also return to his side from the Biluo River.
Feng Xuan’s mood improved unprecedentedly.
So much so that when he walked out of Siming Palace, the smile never left the corners of his mouth.
Unknowingly, the two of them walked to the Divine Wood Forest.
Qi Zhuoyu tilted his head and asked him. “Are you that happy?”
Feng Xuan nodded, and Qi Zhuoyu asked seemingly casually. “How does it compare to marrying Senior brother?”
Feng Xuan knew he was getting jealous again, and magnanimously forgave him, hanging his entire body on him. “How can you compare these? They’re two different kinds of happiness!”
Qi Zhuoyu let out an ambiguous hum.
He didn’t dwell on this matter with him.
He just picked up Feng Xuan again and hugged him in his arms, messing him up thoroughly before his mood was soothed.
Feng Xuan was almost used to this habit of being kneaded at every turn.
Sitting in Qi Zhuoyu’s arms, with the sweet drink he had conjured on the stone table, after taking a sip, Feng Xuan remembered something. “Senior brother. Siming said you and Father God were the first deities born together from the Primordial River. This time when you gathered your soul and were reborn in the Chaotic Sea, did you recall any memories from before?”
Feng Xuan had wanted to ask this before.
But when Qi Zhuoyu came back, his mind was full of messy things!
He hadn’t even gotten up from that bed in Zhujian Xiaozhu.
Every day, apart from making some uncontrollable sounds, he didn’t have time to ask Qi Zhuoyu about those matters of his primordial spirit regathering.
“I don’t remember much,” Qi Zhuoyu answered calmly. “It was a very boring time.”
When Qi Zhuoyu’s primordial spirit was in the Chaotic Sea, he did indeed recall some memories from tens of millions of years ago.
But at that time, time seemed to stand still for him, with only the gloomy sky and endless snow of the demon realm day after day. Ten thousand years passed like a fleeting moment, probably only describable as ‘boring’.
As the original demon god, Qi Zhuoyu was born with an evil nature, inherently at opposite poles with Yingzhu.
Like the highest and brightest sun, and the darkest and coldest moon.
Feng Xuan thought that living for so long as a god must be quite dull.
So that’s why he developed such a lazy and indifferent personality.
He recalled that after Father God was born, he quickly established the White Jade Capital.
Later, it seemed he didn’t take long to meet his father, and after forming a contract, they were always together, never apart even for a moment.
Compared to Father God’s life in the divine realm, which could be called complete with wife and child, happy and satisfying.
The big devil’s days in the demon realm didn’t seem very happy?
Come to think of it, it made sense.
At that time, the world had just begun, and all things had not yet gained consciousness.
The demon realm must have been empty too, with nothing but the boundless Chaotic Sea and endless snow.
It must have been quite lonely?
Always like this, with no one to love.
No wonder the demon god chose to reincarnate as a human and descend to the mortal realm to undergo trials.
But he probably didn’t expect that, born with an evil nature, even after reincarnating as a human, he might not have a happy family.
Thinking about the big devil’s unfortunate life.
If he wasn’t getting hurt, he was on his way to get hurt; if his primordial spirit wasn’t being extinguished, he was watching his loved one’s primordial spirit being extinguished.
Feng Xuan fell silent for a moment unexpectedly.
“I’ll treat you very well in the future,” the youth in his arms suddenly spoke.
Qi Zhuoyu raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. Feng Xuan’s expression was quite serious, “You won’t be alone anymore in the future.”
“Alright,” Qi Zhuoyu agreed, then hinted. “It would be best if there were three people in the future.”
His gaze fell on Feng Xuan’s lower abdomen, making Feng Xuan: “…”
What was wrong with this scum senior brother.
He still hadn’t given up on this idea even now.
Feng Xuan forced a smile. “How about five people?”
He generously offered. “I’ll give you Father God to be your dad.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “…”
Speaking of this, Feng Xuan realized a new problem.
Although he felt it would ruin the mood to say it out loud, he hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Senior brother. Then between you and Father God, who is older?”
An unexpected question arose.
Qi Zhuoyu’s expression paused for a moment.
