God of Fast Transmigration, don't run away

Chapter 41 The Two-Faced Major 15
"Little Snow."

"Is there a problem?"

"Ahem, I have a question for you." Wei Lan said awkwardly.

"What's the problem, just say what you want, what's the point?" Hong Zhao yawned, still a little sleepy.

"Um, I just want to ask, did Major General Feng perform well last night?"

Hong Zhao couldn't help but think of the crazy Feng Yao last night, his ears turned red, and he said angrily, "What do you want to ask?"

Wei Lan decided to break the jar, after all, he was carrying all the soldiers' wealth, including himself, "I just want to know who was up and who was down between the two of you last night."

"You, you are so perverted!" Hong Zhao suddenly woke up and couldn't help cursing.

"Okay, I'm a pervert, tell me, aunt, who is on top of you two?" Wei Lan closed his eyes and said, what a great name he has in his life!

"Are you stupid? Do you think my small body can overwhelm Feng Yao?" Hong Zhao laughed angrily.

"That means, he's on?"

"Nonsense!" Hong Zhao hung up the communication and couldn't help chopping his feet.

"What's the matter? Does your foot hurt?" Feng Yao, who was eavesdropping on the corner, came in from the door, with a happy face, pinched Hong Zhao's little foot and rubbed it again and again.

"Stop rubbing it, it's all red." Hong Zhao pulled his foot back.

Feng Yao stopped, and directly kissed that white instep.

"You don't mind being dirty either." Hong Zhao said with a look of disgust.

"Hehe, how could my own wife dislike her?"

Hong Zhao rushed over and scratched his armpit, which was a weakness of Feng Yao that she discovered last night.

Originally, it was just an accident. Hong Zhao inadvertently put her hand on the inside of his elbow. Feng Yao, who was holding on to her red lips, suddenly stopped.

Sensing his difference, Hong Zhao maliciously rubbed up again, this guy finally couldn't hold back his muffled laughter.

Haha, who would have thought that the majestic Major General would be ticklish?

Hong Zhao teased him, but he still said seriously, "No, my biggest weakness is you."

This was true, but Hong Zhao didn't appreciate it, and continued to grab his armpit and scratch it, the Major General was so itchy that he shrank into a ball.

Therefore, Feng Yao was really afraid that Hong Zhao would tickle him. Seeing her rushing towards him, he hurriedly restrained her, and said with a smile, "Don't scratch, my wife, I will tell you the truth about the question Wei Lan asked you."

Hong Zhao stopped his movements, his ears seemed to be pricked up, his eyes were wide open, like a little rabbit.

Feng Yao held Hong Zhao in his arms, "They made a bet some time ago, who will be on top when we two get married."

"Boring." Hong Zhao pouted.

"The entire military department is involved. I bet you are in the majority." Feng Yao kissed Hong Zhao again. It's great to have a wife.

"They really have confidence in me." Hong Zhao wondered.

"That's right, but I also made a bet on myself for my husband, and now I think I've made a lot of money." Feng Yao laughed loudly, "All the money I earn is handed over to Madam, there is absolutely no private money."

"You mean Wei Lan and the others have paid?" Hong Zhao felt that he would be so happy only if he cheated on his subordinates, especially Wei Lan.

Feng Yao nodded, and Hong Zhao could only sigh secretly, "That's right!"

In this life, Hong Zhao accompanied Feng Yao just after he turned [-] years old. The experimental medicine he injected in his early years had side effects after all. Being able to live to be a hundred years old was the result of Hong Zhao taking careful care of him for most of his life.

I don't know if it's because Hong Zhao used his soul power to nourish his soul. In the second half of his life, Feng Yao's two personalities gradually merged into one, and there was no sudden personality conversion problem. This also made his personality much better. Subordinates are less strict.

Hong Zhao took his purified soul to Si Ming's place. This time Feng Yao's soul was much larger than that of the previous two lives. I don't know if it was due to his dual personality.

"Are you back?" Si Ming was very happy to see her, and handed her a cup of tea in a good mood. You must know that this guy can't be more stingy on weekdays.

"Hmm. Is the god alright?" Hong Zhao handed him the fragments of the soul before taking the tea.

"Very good, very stable."

Hong Zhao took a sip of tea, which was the most common divine fruit tea, and he really couldn't be expected to be generous.

"What happened this time?" Seeing Si Ming's face asking me, Hong Zhao raised his eyebrows, is it really okay for you to gossip like this?
After thinking about it, Hong Zhao said, "There is one thing."

"Tell me." Si Ming was extremely excited like a cat smelling fishy.

"When I deduced the reincarnation of the gods in this life, some information was not deduced, as if it was obscured by heaven."

Si Ming's face was tangled for a moment, "This is not important, Xiaohong, don't you want to know why the deity in this life has a dual personality?"

"Isn't that a disease? It's called split personality in medicine." Hong Zhao said indifferently, taking a sip of tea.

"It's a disease on others, but it's not a disease on the gods." Si Ming said excitedly.

"Oh, then why do you say?"

"Of course it's because... for some unknown reason, part of the gods and souls from another world separated into this world, forming a dual personality."

"Then why did I bring back only one soul fragment?"

"Of course it's your credit. You let them fuse together, but there is another reason. The separated soul is incomplete."

"What about the god in another world? The soul is incomplete, so he can still live?" Hong Zhao asked strangely.

"Bah, bah, bah, what nonsense are you talking about? The god has so many magical powers, how could he be restrained by such a small difficulty?" Siming looked admiring. Hong Zhao felt that he was a bit strange today. He had never seen him so eager to praise the god. Respect ass.

"So?" Hong Zhao was indifferent and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"So, Xiaohong, you'll know when you go." Si Ming smiled meanly, and Hongzhao felt that something was wrong, but after all, it was her responsibility that she took the initiative to bear.

When Hong Zhao walked out of the palace, she saw He'er waiting for her. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen her for a long time, but Hong Zhao felt that He'er looked slimmer. Her original round body was no longer so round.

"He'er, come here, let aunt take a look." Hong Zhao waved to He'er.

"Aunt Hong." He'er ran over, and she really lost weight, as she always rolled over before.

"Is Siming stingy and refusing to feed you?" Hong Zhao frowned.

"No, why did aunt ask that?" The little boy shook his head like a rattle, he didn't dare to speak ill of Shenjun.

"Gu Gu sees that He'er has lost a lot of weight." Hong Zhao pinched He'er's sensual face, will he lose even this bit of flesh next time we see him again?
"Hee hee, He'er has grown taller. Auntie, look, has He'er grown a lot taller?"

Hong Zhao gestured, "It's true, it turns out He'er is growing up."

Hong Zhao laughed, and suddenly the sky was filled with the illusion of kapoks blooming like fire, it was so beautiful.

(End of this chapter)