Author: Bachelor in White

In Zheng's house, Mr. Zheng is always the focus of everyone's attention, without exception.

When Feng Bei pushed Mr. Zheng out to bask in the sun in a wheelchair made by Yan Jiji, there were many pairs of eyes secretly watching them quietly.

For a while, whistles kept blowing and rumors flew.

"When did you teach me the secret whistle of your brotherhood?"

Zheng Xiu was silent for a while. Feng Bei listened to the whistles coming and going in the yard, and always felt that the whistles didn't sound right. He pinched the soft flesh of Zheng Xiu's waist and asked, a little out of breath.

Feng Bei even blushed and began to worry about what he should give Zheng Xiu if he asked for a "reward" with a shy face again.

Then... hold hands?

Can he be satisfied?

Fengbei has a flat mouth.

Although Fengbei had tried everything during the ten years she lived in the Cicada Valley in the painted world, she thought she was living like Xie Luohe at that time and didn't take it seriously. Now that she has returned to reality, every time she thinks back to the madness in the valley, she always gets confused.

Her face was red and her ears were irritated... she was too bold.

This man is like this. He doesn't let go of hawks when he sees rabbits. He has a lot of bad habits when he is the richest man.

Squeezing it, Feng Bei sighed softly. She still can't adapt to her new identity and new situation.

Both she and Zheng Xiu need time.

In the wheelchair, Zheng Xiu suddenly showed a painful expression.

"Ouch!"

"Oh my god!"

"I'm giving you face, right?"

Master Zheng suddenly cursed, and for a moment he was extremely angry, and for a moment he grinned as if he had been beaten badly, and his whole body shook like chaff.

Feng Bei was stunned and let go of his hand as if he was electrocuted. She obviously didn't kill him.

"Meow."

The little phoenix cat jumped down from the roof and called out.

Feng Bei looked back.

A man and a cat looked at each other.

Feng Bei looked at Xiao Feng Miao, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the cat she gave to Zheng Xiu was the cat she had given to Zheng Xiu back then, or the cat they had raised in the world of the painting for ten years.

They look so much alike.

But why are they so similar?

Feng Bei frowned, but Xiao Fengmiao lazily yawned, lying on his front paws, the cat's buttocks stood up high, and the hair all over his body stood up and trembled.

Zheng Xiu became quiet and broke into a hot sweat.

"call……"

He opened his eyes and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with lingering fear, but soon an uncontrollable excitement appeared in his eyes.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Feng Bei ignored Xiao Feng Miao who looked very similar to Xiao Feng Miao. After noticing Zheng Xiu's weirdness, Feng Bei asked in a low voice.

"I've learned a new magic trick. I'll show it to you when I have time."

Zheng Xiu had no reservations about Feng Bei, and even seemed to be playing tricks.

He was very curious about what kind of expression his young wife would show when he transformed into a muscle monster "The Devil" in the room and showed off his giant cannon.

"Understand...thaumaturgy?"

Feng Bei was really surprised when he heard this: "You just slept for a while?" She asked dumbfoundedly: "What method of yours..."

Zheng Xiu had already told her in those ten years that the path he really took was [Prisoner], a natural [Prisoner].

Feng Bei's words were drawn out, but he did not continue.

This was a secret between the two of them. Feng Bei knew that except for her, no one else in Zheng's house knew the true path Zheng Xiu had taken. So Feng Bei kept silent, nodded, and wiped Zheng Xiu's sweat with his sleeves.

"By the way, Xiaofengmiao was here just now?"

"In..." Feng Bei was just about to point to something not far away. When she looked up, Xiao Feng Meow had slipped away at some point and disappeared. She was puzzled and replied: "It was still there just now."

"No wonder, I vaguely heard a meow." Zheng Xiu didn't pay attention. He moved a few times in the wheelchair and suddenly said with a bitter face: "My body is wet with sweat. It makes me feel uncomfortable because I am wet. I can catch cold easily.

"

"Then go and change quickly."

Feng Bei answered naturally.

Zheng Xiu lowered his head and made a contemplative gesture: "But my body has not recovered yet, and I have difficulty moving... Feng, please rest first. I'll see if Zhizhi, Bobo, Pingping, Lily, and the others are free and can help me bathe and change clothes."

Behind the flowers in the distance, the graceful figure hiding behind her immediately raised her ears.

When Feng Bei heard this, he narrowed his eyes, became alert, and snorted softly: "Huh?"

Zheng Xiu smiled and hummed back: "Huh?"

Feng Bei: "Hmm?"

Zheng Xiu: "Uh-huh?"

Feng Bei was defeated again and pushed Zheng Xiu back to his room: "No need."

"But, isn't this bad? After all, you are still... ahem, Huang Hua's eldest daughter. This is not good." Zheng Xiu pretended to shirk the blame, and in his words he was very worried about the reputation and reputation of Huang Hua's eldest daughter Feng Bei.

Chastity.

Tsk, a young lady with ten years of experience as a married couple.

Thinking about it, it's quite exciting.

Feng Bei gritted his teeth and lowered his voice: "It doesn't matter!"

boom!

Feng Bei closed the door heavily, causing the bricks and tiles to rustle.

After Zheng Xiu returned to his status as the richest man, everything became more sophisticated again.

Prepare buckets, boil water, set up screens, and deliver clothes. After a set of procedures, Feng Bei bathed and changed Zheng Xiu's clothes, which made everyone in Zheng's house aware of it.

When Zheng Erniang learned about this, she couldn't laugh or cry, and secretly spat: "Why is the master so public after recovering from his illness?"

She didn't know what Zheng Xiu had experienced outside, nor what Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei had experienced, nor did she know that the erosion of a hundred years was equivalent to living a lifetime and could completely change a person's temperament.

Zheng Xiu's change made her a little bit unbelievable, but when she looked back and thought about Zheng Xiu's current status, she felt that it was normal. What kind of gentleman is not romantic? The previous gentleman was too upright.

The room was filled with water mist and steaming.

Zheng Xiu soaked in the warm hot water, the pores on his limbs relaxed, and he felt so comfortable to this day.

Feng Bei had a sullen face and used a towel to rub Zheng Xiu's back vigorously. Thinking of what happened just now, Feng Bei said with a straight face, "Did you do that on purpose?"

"Accidentally." Zheng Xiu replied guiltily.

Well, if you are careless on purpose, it can be considered careless.

Of course, he didn't plan to do anything else. At this moment, Zheng Xiu was enjoying the feeling of getting to know Feng Bei again, and having a little separation was better than a newlywed.

By the way, ambiguous.

Zheng Xiu suddenly remembered a word.

In a relationship, ambiguity is always the most addictive period.

I felt happy all of a sudden.

He stretched out his hand and moved it on the surface of the water. Seeing his skin gradually returning to rosy and bloody color, Zheng Xiu resisted the urge to use his body to withstand the possession of the "devil" and show off his muscle cannon.

Usually when he uses thaumaturgy, he uses the incarnation as a shell and uses the avatar to carry the "bird in prison" to carry out inhuman changes. Zheng Xiu has never tried to use his own body to carry the "bird in prison". He doesn't know how to do it.

No matter what the consequences, I don’t dare to try it easily.

Now his demonization system has added "devil creation", which is even more helpful.

Different from "bird in prison".

In the portal, Zheng Xiu fought fiercely with Dan Mo for hundreds of rounds, and almost figured out the advantages and disadvantages of Dan Mo.

Dan Mo takes the route of pure muscles, with amazing strength, but extremely slow movement speed. Dan Mo’s trump card is the giant cannon fired from his mouth. Zheng Xiu will never forget that Dan Mo’s cannon destroyed the gray fog world behind the door.

, blasting out a huge whirlpool, like a hole punched in the deep sea.

Pure muscles and big guns are what makes a man romantic. Slower speed, Zheng Xiu thinks, is not a problem at all.

etc.

Zheng Xiu touched his chin and suddenly had a bold idea.
To be continued...