Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

"Cicada jade..."

"I really like you, really, really, really like you." Noticing that Deng Chanyu did not refuse immediately, a trace of hesitation appeared on her pretty white face...

Tu Xingsun added some fire again.

The man also got down on one knee and suddenly took out a bouquet of delicate flowers with a "swish" sound from his right hand.

He held it up to Deng Chanyu with a clatter.

"I...."

Deng Chanyu, who was still in shock, suddenly came back to her senses, and her eyes were slightly frightened by the figure of Tu Xingsun who quietly appeared.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed something wrong deep in his eyes.

Looking at Tu Xingsun, who was only fifty or sixty centimeters away from her, Deng Chanyu slightly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled. Her slender palms also gently touched the hair around her ears, her eyes moving.

Suddenly I didn't feel panic anymore.

"Tu Xingsun, do you really like me?"

Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally... Deng Chanyu glanced at the corner of the tent on the right.

"Of course!" Tu Xingsun replied without thinking.

"Why?" Deng Chanyu said doubtfully, "If you say you like me because of this appearance, I think there is no need to continue the conversation tonight."

"No...really not!" Tu Xingsun was anxious.

I really am.

But I can't give a reason.

"Then tell me why?"

Death question.

Tu Xingsun was sweating more and more on his forehead, and the air seemed to be thickened because of this problem. He understood that Deng Chanyu was different from ordinary women.

I also know that my sincerity is likely to fail, and I am even prepared to be rejected.

But what about this feeling of being so close yet unable to grasp it?

What a loser!

It's so frustrating!

I don't want to miss it like this.

Tu Xingsun was howling like an angry lion in his heart, and cold sweat continued to streak his dark cheeks.

He couldn't hold on anymore.

Deng Chanyu looked at Tu Xingsun's "special" state, and the confusion on his face gradually turned into curiosity.

She also wanted to know, besides being able to take this skin, what else did she have?

If Tu Xingsun's answer could satisfy her...

Maybe she would consider giving him a chance. Deng Chanyu's ideas were always somewhat different from other women's mate selections.

Although it also pays attention to the surface, it will never be too much.

only.....

At this time, Deng Chanyu heard the sounds of hissing and hitting in a trance.

It was like a scene where someone was beaten up after failing to cheer him up.

[Am I overthinking it?] Putting her thoughts back, Deng Chanyu raised her head and looked at Tu Xingsun, "I knew...it's really because of my face."

"Actually, I should have thought of it earlier."

Deng Chanyu shook her head slightly, her face gradually showing some loss and helplessness: "Whether it's Aunt Yin's two sons, or you..."

"What you love is not me as a person, but my life experience and appearance."

"Actually, I already knew it."

Deng Chanyu looked outside the tent, stayed there for a few seconds, and then looked back at Tu Xingsun.

"You go."

"We will be enemies next time we meet. Tonight I will pretend you never came."

Tu Xingsun's eyes widened. Although he was disappointed, he was more angry at his own hesitation.

It's obviously a little bit close...just a little bit...

It's abominable.

At this moment, Tu Xingsun couldn't hate Deng Chanyu, and it was impossible for him to hate her.

After all, Deng Chanyu made it very clear and even gave examples.

Aunt Yin's two sons...

Although Tu Xingsun didn't know who Deng Chanyu was talking about, what Tu Xingsun was sure of was that they must be better than his own conditions.

Failed.

Failed.

With disappointment on his face, Tu Xingsun sighed and turned around and jumped into the ground.

leave here.

At the same moment, there was a slight sigh floating outside the tent.

The air is back to normal again.

But Deng Chanyu still stood quietly without moving, as if waiting for something.

Or maybe it was the departure of the lost Tu Xingsun.

a long time.

"Does it look good?" she said suddenly.

She spoke to the tent where there was no one else except her.

"pretty good."

It seems like it has always existed.

The figure with arms folded stood quietly behind her.

The words were still so waveless, like a lifeless puppet.

"So, what advice do you have for those who haven't left yet after watching this great show?"

"Also, aren't you afraid that your mother, who just left, will come back again?"

"Li Nezha."

There was no emotion or joy in the voice, but it filled the air with a strong smell of gunpowder.

Deng Chanyu is angry.

This was Nezha's first instinct, although he didn't care about it.

"Don't be afraid." Nezha said softly, "I didn't expect to meet Tu Xingsun tonight. I have only one purpose here from beginning to end."

"what?"

"Persuade to surrender." Nezha said calmly.

"Are you kidding?" Deng Chanyu's voice gradually turned cold.

"You can do it if you have any conditions." Nezha said again.

"I'll give you whatever conditions you want?"

"You can do whatever you want." Nezha repeated seriously.

Deng Chanyu inadvertently showed an inexplicable smile, and then said: "Then you are overthinking. I am not the kind of person who surrenders easily. It is very simple for me to surrender. Defeat me."

Or kill me.

Deng Chanyu turned around and looked at Nezha.

He took a step forward, directly closing the distance between the two of them until their breaths were ten centimeters apart.

Both of them could even smell each other's breath.

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

Sniffing the "special" smell that kept pouring into his nostrils, Nezha took a slight step back without leaving any trace.

Deng Chanyu took a step forward.

Nezha took another step back, frowning.

"Yes, yes, that's it!" The voice gently dissipated from somewhere in the tent.

Nezha's eyes instantly turned fierce.

Turning to the right and walking to the tent door, Nezha turned back to look at Deng Chanyu and said slowly: "I'm going to die..."

"Did you do it?" Deng Chanyu asked.

The atmosphere cooled down instantly.

The two looked at each other again, obviously without any deep hatred.

But they all looked at each other without giving in.

One side is full of aggression.

Even a dull leaf can cause ripples when it falls.

"Fight, fight." The slightly absent voice floated out again.

Nezha's hands holding his shoulders clenched tightly.

"Yin Shiniang's matter..."

In the end, it was Nezha who broke the silence: "As for my mother, I hope you can get her away, and I hope you don't get involved. I will make a settlement with her."

"I didn't want to get involved."

Deng Chanyu shook her head and said seriously: "Yin Shiniang is here only as a general, and I am also commanding this army to participate in this battle as a general."

Nezha did not answer again, but he slowly approached Deng Chanyu.

Step by step, until the distance between the two was less than fifty centimeters.

Nezha reached out and grabbed Deng Chanyu's hand.

"What do you want to do!" Deng Chanyu had a panic expression on her face, but she didn't shake Nezha's hand away.

With a "swish" sound, a shimmering peach was sent by Nezha into Deng Chanyu's hand: "Surrender."

9000 flat peaches.

There was another "whoosh" sound.

"I do not!"

Deng Chanyu said while looking at the flames on the ground in front of her.

Xiqi.

Nezha's mansion.

Princess Longji, who had just returned from the Moon Palace carrying laurel flowers, was surprised to find Yang Jian and Yuan Hong sitting in the hall with bruises and swollen faces.

Sip the tea in the cup in small sips.

But he grimaced in pain because of the liquid entering his throat, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Especially Yuan Hong, his whole body is covered with wrinkles caused by shoe prints and fist prints.