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"—Where did you learn your love words with full skill points?"

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Both the God of Light and the God of Darkness are Hongjun's essence!

Many babies have guessed it right! !

One chapter left of the sweet finale.

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Chapter 68

Recently, Fusheng has become madly obsessed with nurturing.

Ever since Hongjun finished his long journey of mental separation, Fusheng felt a little lost. The boy he raised day and night for 18 years disappeared, and he always felt that the world between the two was not going well.Hongjun was speechless about this, jealousy stuck in his chest either in or out.

Compete with yourself?How to fight?

endure.

Fu Sheng suggested: "Let's pick it up one day? It's just us, it's too boring."

Hongjun thought that the extra cubs would disturb his long-awaited two-person life. After thinking for a while, he said, "Child...it's not impossible, it's just that ordinary people have a short lifespan, and their qualifications are not as good as their feet..."

Fu Sheng was impatient: "It's just for fun, why bother so much?"

Hongjun said confidently: "Can you guarantee that you won't get emotionally involved?"

Fu Sheng gave up a little and didn't speak.

When Hongjun thought that this matter had come to an end——

One day, Hongjun went to the Western Continent to buy the malt candy that Fusheng wanted to eat. After returning, he received a "surprise".

Fusheng couldn't hide his expression and hugged a little baby softly, poking the baby's soft cheeks with his moist white fingertips.

Hearing the movement, Fu Sheng glanced at it and continued to play with the baby.

Hongjun put down the maltose in his hand, took a closer look, and said lightly: "The spiritual roots are mixed, and the facial features are mediocre."

Fu Sheng got angry: "Why do you have so many things? If you are capable, give me a baby?"

... Hongjun really couldn't give birth.

He can create life, but he cannot conceive and reproduce like a woman.

He frowned and didn't speak, but he was tinkering with other small ideas in his mind.

That night, Fusheng drove Hongjun out of the house on the pretext that he was afraid that Hongjun would crush his "son" while sleeping.

Hongjun was dressed in neat white clothes, his long hair was casually scattered behind his back, and he looked at the bright moon with a cold face.The moon seemed curved but not curved, round but not round, as if it had been bitten by a pig.

- It's ugly.

He rolled up his wide sleeves, and sat calmly at the stone table in the courtyard in front of the Fusheng room all night.

Fusheng did not drive him out at night the next day.

It is not without benefits to reincarnate several times in another world.Hongjun thought.

It's just that the child who was picked up somewhere was very unpleasant, and he was tired of being in Fusheng's arms on weekdays, and he didn't allow Hongjun to get too close at night.

Within a few days, Hongjun sent the disobedient son away in the dark.

The next day, Fusheng got angry with him with an ugly face, Hongjun knew he was wrong and didn't get angry even though he showed his face and remained motionless.

As a result, that unpleasant Qing Shi came to the door not long after.

Seeing him approaching with a serious face, Hongjun let out a cold air in displeasure.

When he was young, he wore an ink robe, the corners of his mouth were perfectly hooked, more deliberate, less cold, his long ink-like hair was loosely fastened by a black jade hair ornament, and his mannerisms were impeccable , The end is unparalleled.

A gentleman is like jade.

In such a young age, even if some unpleasant things happened, Fu Sheng would not treat her coldly.

"Father." Qing Shi was not alone this time, but brought a young man with him.

Fu Sheng nodded, and looked at the boy curiously.

The child looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, with exquisite facial features, fair and clean, like a doll made of jade, with very black and long hair, curled up beautifully, and despite his young age, he carried some indisputable Charming and sexy, with slender limbs, looks soft and weak, but the eyes are not weak at all, stubborn like a little wolf.

Seeing that Fu Sheng was looking at him, the young man stared at him blankly, then glanced at him quickly, then looked away awkwardly, his eyes emptied.

Qing Shi didn't seem to intend to introduce him, but just chatted with Fu Sheng.

The four of them sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, and Fu Sheng made a pot of chrysanthemum tea.

The young man stared at the chrysanthemum tea in a daze, and he didn't speak from the beginning to the end. Fu Sheng was a little curious. The other party didn't seem to be dumb. He could tell that the child was not a human being. He smelled like the sea. He should be from the Sea Race of the Western Continent. .

Hongjun didn't say much, but Fusheng was used to him being so boring.

While chatting, Fusheng asked: "Qingshi, you haven't introduced this kid's name yet?"

Qingshi glanced at the young man, and said in a calm tone, "Bei Luo, he's a sea monster."

The sea monster known as Beiluo pursed her lips, seemingly dissatisfied, but kept silent.

Fu Sheng was a little strange, and greeted with a smile with great interest: "Nice to meet you, Bei Luo~"

Bei Luo blushed a little, staring at a pair of clear and beautiful blue eyes like the ocean, and said awkwardly: "Me too." The tingling feeling like being scratched by a kitten's paw.

Like his appearance, there is a kind of bewitching taste.

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his mouth tightly and did not speak again.

Fu Sheng finally understood why the child was so silent.It also almost understands the character of the other party.His gaze swept between Qingshi and Beiluo indiscriminately, and he smiled meaningfully.

Although I don't know why Qingshi doesn't seem to like to see Beiluo, but I'm afraid he didn't even realize that when he looked at Beiluo, he had a very veiled possessive desire.

It is different from Fusheng's possessiveness in the past.

Maybe he hasn't figured it out yet, but one day he will.

My family has a child who is just growing up.Fu Sheng sighed a little.

Before the two left, Qing Shi chatted with him alone for a while.

After they left, Hongjun pulled him back to his room with a calm face: "I have something to tell you."

Fu Sheng glanced at him: "It's just right, I'm still angry about my youngest son, let's solve it together!"

Hongjun paused, and smiled for the first time: "Okay, let's solve it together."

After entering the house, Hongjun changed his previous obedient appearance and pressed him on the bed to do something reckless.

The voice of Fu Sheng scolding him in anger was finally broken into a moan under the strong offensive.

Hongjun focused on making small plum blossoms on his collarbone, and said vaguely, "Do you like this world?"

Fu Sheng grabbed his silver hair, with moonlight streaming down his fingertips, thought for a while: "I don't hate it."

"Where's Honghuang?" Hongjun asked, "Do you want to go back?"

Fu Sheng was about to speak, when a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind, he swallowed what he wanted to say, tilted his head, casually put a limp left leg on Hong Jun's waist, his fair skin It seems to be glowing: "You... have a way to go back?"

Hongjun held Fu Sheng's left hand along his delicate waistline, stretched his elastic buttocks, and caressed that attractive leg.The slightly cool lips caressed that unfeminine but perfect face: "As long as you want... I can find a way."

Fu Sheng shook his legs that were numb from his touch, turned over and sat astride him, leaning forward and backward with a smile: "Are you talking about love?"

"If you think it is, then it is." Hongjun was pressed on the bed by him and looked back calmly.

"Hey, tell me quickly. Where did you learn it?" Fu Sheng stared at Hong Jun, whose beautiful silver hair was messily scattered on the snow-white bed sheet, as if blending into one.Even if he was suppressed by him, this person always had a calm look in his hands.

Hongjun thought for a while, "Human interpersonal communication is always very strange, but also... very rich."

Fu Sheng suddenly thought of the first life when he met him, the old man who was dying, and immediately glared at him with a cold face: "You... there was a life where you died in the courtyard, do you remember?"

Hongjun's eyelashes moved like butterfly wings: "Remember."

"Have you ever married a wife?"

"Married."

"..." Fusheng's chest was choked, and his expression suddenly turned a little dark. He wanted to get angry but there was no reason.

He has been reincarnated and doesn't remember anything, so what right do I have to restrain him?It's just going to be uncomfortable.The lover who has been waiting for so long has truly achieved the white hair that they... never can do with others.can't say

"What are you nervous about?" Hongjun smiled slightly: "I will only have one wife, and there will be no one else but you. No matter when. Whether I remember or not."

Fu Sheng was annoyed: "Who is the wife?!"

Hongjun said: "...me."

"This love story is too low-level!"

"..."

"But I'm pretty satisfied."

"..."

"Will going back bring you a burden?" Fu Sheng hurriedly changed the subject.

"No." Hong Jun said: "Since I have recovered, the Holy Throne is naturally here, and my agreement with the laws of this world has been reached."

The laws of this world are probably being misunderstood.

"After I go back, I take back the avatar after joining the Dao, and the Dao of Heaven can't do anything to me." Hong Jun said slowly.

——Even that Heavenly Dao was cheated.

For a moment, Fusheng was so impressed by Hongjun that he almost called him dad!

Just thinking about it carefully, Fusheng asked again: "I have a question before and you haven't answered me, Anshen... how much does Pei Qing remember?"

Hongjun was silent for a while and said, "I remember everything except 'he' is me."

Fu Sheng was also silent.

After a while, he said with difficulty: "That's why...you want to kill the God of Light who was mistaken for 'Hongjun'...?"

"En." Hongjun nodded.

Fu Sheng held back but couldn't help it: "Did you do it on purpose?"

Hongjun said: "I said before, no one knows me better than me."

Fu Sheng lowered his head and gnawed at his face: "Aren't you afraid that I can't accept the disappearance of 'Pei Qing'?"

Hongjun smiled slightly: