Zhen Huan Gong felt that sometimes the gods couldn't be too face-saving, and in the past few years that he has been stubborn, he has made no progress with Yan Cha, what is the point?

As soon as he got up, Yan Cha hugged him and coaxed him, changed the dressing for his wound, and blew gently with red eyes.

The warm and gentle breath blew his heart soft.

Gong Zhenhuan suddenly understood why Li Ye was willing to give half of his cultivation to Er'er in the first place, if the girl in front of him asked him to ask for it, he would rather give her all his cultivation.

However, Yan Cha was not very interested in his cultivation, so he cooked three meals a day, and then took care of his injuries, and his long eyelashes hung down, like thin willow branches under the bright moon.

Zhen Huan Gong scratched his heart and wanted to give her something.

He really took care of his injury for half a month, Yan Cha took care of him for half a month, the two gradually became intimate, she no longer called him "God", he opened his hand, she would also lean into his arms obediently and accompany him to feed the beast.

The divine beasts he raised were very resistant to outsiders, and they didn't like the breath of other gods on him. But inexplicably, all the divine beasts are very close to Yan Cha, even if it is a strange temper Kong Sang, when he is not paying attention, he will turn into a personable male fairy and circle around Yan Cha.

Of course, the end is to be beaten by him.

Everyone in Jiuxiao knew that Zhen Huan Gong was short-tempered, irritable and belligerent, and he could fight with people ten times a month in the past, even if it was Li Ye standing opposite, he dared to lead the divine beast to rush up. But after recuperating from his injuries for half a month, he reappeared, and a gentle halo was inexplicably wrapped on his body.

Qiantian's jaw almost fell to the ground: "You have enlightenment?"

Zhenhuan glanced at him: "What kind of enlightenment." ”

"If you don't realize the Tao, you can ......" he pointed up and down at the breath on his body, "Can this be?"

Licking the corners of his mouth and smiling, Zhenhuan said fairly: "My wife said that after today's debriefing, I will go back and stew chicken soup for me." ”

Qiantian couldn't understand: "You haven't drunk chicken soup?"

Looking at him deeply, Zhen Huan Gong patted him on the shoulder heavily: "Brother, if you have time to find an immortal, you see, you can only hear a chicken soup in a sentence." ”

The point is that my wife is okay, my husband!

Overjoyed, Zhen Huan Gong withdrew his hand and straightened his demeanor, and stepped into the gate of heaven with his head held high and joyful.

Qiantian: "......"

The koi in the Tianmen Pond grew more and more beautiful, and when Zhenhuan Highway passed, he glanced at it and said "Huh" strangely.

"A few dragon kings. He leaned over and looked, "It's just too idle to dress up, it's not like your style." ”

Nonsense, a group of old men, who loves to let themselves be so colorful? It's not the little devil of the world, who comes to see them every day, looks at them every day, and grabs the unsightly ones and sighs, and asks them why they can't look better, and they don't slip away like fish in the back kitchen.

No one knows why that little thing's mouth is so broken at what age it is, and whoever can stand this will simply look better.

The Dragon King of the West Sea said that he was suffering, and shook his long veil tail angrily.

Zhen Huan Gong looked amused, shook his head and planned to continue walking towards the main hall, but as soon as he turned around, he saw a child sitting cross-legged on the phoenix killing knife, biting his thumb, and winking at him happily.

It's His Royal Highness Jiuxiao.

If he had seen him in the past, Zhen Huan Gong would have nodded and bypassed, but today he looked at this child, how good he looked.

Milky, cute, and bright-eyed, he was a little greedy to see.

Returning from the Gate of Heaven, Zhen Huan Gong followed behind Yan Cha.

Yan Cha went to dry the tea leaves, he followed, Yan Cha went to boil chicken soup, and he also followed.

Annoyed by being followed, she pinched the soup spoon angrily and turned around: "You!"

Before he could finish speaking, the man bowed his head and kissed her.

His face turned red, and Yan Cha's voice suddenly became smaller: "What are you doing......"

Hugging her waist, Zhenhuan said fairly: "When I met His Royal Highness at Tianmen, he said that he missed his aunt, let me kiss you for him." ”

Your Royal Highness, Yan Cha thought for a while: "I haven't been to see him for a few days, and I'll give him a cup of chicken soup later." ”

Thumb stroked her sideburns, and Zhen Huan Gong spat out a sentence slightly embarrassed and vaguely.

Yan Cha didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

With a light cough, his face was also a little red, and his fingers swirled around her waist: "I said, why don't we give birth to one too?"

Yan Cha: "......"

She was a little flustered: "That's going to damage your cultivation." ”

"What's the point of cultivation? Zhen Huan Gong waved his hand, "There are opportunities to save." ”

"Immortal fetuses are not so easy to conceive ......"

"I'm not in a hurry. He lowered his head and rubbed her sideburns, "Try it first?"

With a little coquettish and a little hoarse voice, it really looks like the big divine beast he raised arched her with her head down.

Yan Cha's heart was hot, and even his brain was confused, and he was pestered and hugged by him, and he thought for a long time before nodding sluggishly.

Gong Zhenhuan was so happy that he wanted to set up a banquet immediately.

"This matter, how can there be a banquet ......" Yan Cha was anxious, his face turned red, and he trembled and tugged at his sleeve, "Don't make a noise, this, this is a private matter, and it can't be said outside......"

She stammered and persuaded, and the more she persuaded herself, the more panicked she became.

Zhen Huan Gong hugged her tightly, eager to rub her into his bones: "Listen to you, listen to you." ”

Just these seven words, do what you say.

Since then, the immortals in the Nine Heavens have begun to find that Zhen Huan Gong doesn't like to fight with people, and he is happy every day. Even if he really encountered a provocation, he was just angry, and someone over there shouted "Mrs. Zhen's is here", he could immediately dissipate his anger, and even began to convince people with reason.

Zhen's disciples feel especially obviously, others don't grow in cultivation, Zhen Huan Gong can scold people for being bloody, but if Mrs. is addicted to cooking today and has no intention of cultivating, a look of "my wife is awesome" will immediately appear on his face, and he will turn his head to care about whether Yan Cha is tired or not.

Yan Cha accidentally broke the artifact he collected, and Zhen Huan Gong immediately picked up the other one and handed it to her without saying a word. Yan Cha wanted to go to the mortal world to sacrifice her deceased mother, but Zhenhuan Gongma threw all the official duties to Qiantian, and then accompanied her to the mortal world.

At first, Yan Cha thought he was fresh, but a few years have passed, decades have passed, and even Chu Yuan has been out of the customs, and he is still like this, hugging her in his arms every night, his arms firmly protecting her, no matter how lightly she gets up, he will wake up and ask her where she is going aggrievedly.

"Why do you like me so much? It's so funny, Yan Cha couldn't help but tease him.

Zhen Huan Gong thought about it seriously and said, "There is no reason for this, I just want to be with you all the time." ”

Yan Cha covered her eyes with a smile.

She seems to have been owed a lot of love in the first half of her life, so she has learned to love others. But she didn't expect that now, she can also gain the unconditional partiality and care of others.

Bowing her head and placing a kiss on his forehead, she whispered, "Then we will be together all the time." ”