Heaven's Last Big Boss

"Miss Ao?"

Zhou Zheng called softly.

Opening his eyes, he didn't notice the existence of the little guy, so he searched the room with his eyes, and stopped at the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

Fairies need a bath too?

Zhou Zheng blinked, and suddenly thought of a more serious question.

Although she was a real dragon in her previous life, she is now a small fish. Will she suffocate if she leaves the water for too long?

click.

The bathroom door opened, Ao Ying wiped her long hair and slowly floated out.

When wiping her hair, her slender figure tilted slightly, making her snow-white neck look more slender.

And when she rolled up her hair with plain hands, twirled it behind her head a few times, and inserted a hosta obliquely, the freshness of a girl and the softness of a woman perfectly blended on her body.

"How can my husband... look at my concubine like this..."

Zhou Zheng coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment, patted his thighs, stood up, and walked to the dining table pretending nothing happened.

The breakfast is relatively light, which suits Zhou Zheng's taste.

He ate his head, thinking about the chat between the dog and himself last night, not knowing how to start the conversation.

Ao Ying sat obediently by the side, with her chin resting on her two small hands, and inadvertently stared at Zhou Zheng, as if she wanted to see something in his face.

"Don't you need to eat?" Zhou Zheng was just looking for something to say.

"The concubine has already bigu," Ao Ying said softly, "You can eat it, or you don't need to eat it."

Zhou Zheng nodded knowingly, like an old scholar who is proficient in the method of cultivation.

In my heart, I believed Xiaoyue's words even more.

He remembered what he thought of last night, the few questions he was most interested in, such as how strong is the Immortal Immortal?Is there any combat power reference unit?

Can mortals become immortals through practice?

What kind of magic power is needed to be comparable to Blue Star's high lethal power?

And the question he is most concerned about - can the immortal get a large meteorite and throw it at the blue star in the outer space of the blue star?That thing is the most powerful!

But these thousands of words came to my mouth, and finally merged into one sentence:

"How was your rest last night?"

"Um……"

Ao Ying groaned a few times, then pursed her lips and smiled: "How should I put it, this is the first time I fell asleep in recent years."

Zhou Zheng was slightly surprised: "You usually have such severe insomnia?"

"Is your husband caring about me?"

Ao Ying's eyes were shining brightly.

Zhou Zheng shook his hands, and he almost couldn't hold his chopsticks steadily: "Just call me Zhou Zheng! You want to be happy, hey, just call Xiao Zhou!"

Ao Ying sneered.

Around her palm-sized face, pure white flowers bloomed.

Zhou Zheng looked up at Ao Ying, hesitating slightly: "That..."

"Ok?"

Ao Ying immediately put down the recipe in her hand and listened intently, with a cute, dignified, virtuous, and sensible expression.

Zhou Zheng said: "Did you hear the voice I was talking to instructor Xiaoyue last night?"

"Uh, this... Husband, look over there! There are monsters!"

"Hey! Explain clearly first!"

Ao Ying turned around to fly, a big hand pinched her collar and dragged her back like flying a kite.

She is so light.

"Speak clearly first!"

Zhou Zheng's expression was extremely serious.

After a while, Ao Ying sat in the dining chair and explained hesitantly: "In short, the husband can be regarded as my family may have some power, um! The master behind the super consortium!"

Super Consortium...

"Are you a domineering president, have you read too much?" Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines.

"Hee hee, I've only seen a little bit, and I still have to practice."

Ao Ying cleared her throat, put away the inadvertently charming and naive just now, and said seriously:

"Master Xiaoyue's husband can be trusted. It has not deceived her husband, but it is wrong... I didn't run out secretly. The eldest sister in the family knows my whereabouts. We have no blood relationship in previous lives. , she will not interfere with my decision."

Zhou Zheng nodded slightly, so relieved.

Finally, the possibility of calling the police from Dragon Palace can be temporarily ruled out.

That's not right, who does Dragon Palace ask to call the police?

Gods also have law enforcement?

Zhou Zheng muttered: "I still don't understand why the guardian of this place is...a cute dog."

"Husband, he is a god dog."

Ao Ying kept chuckling and explained:

"The Tengu clan doesn't cultivate the human form. Master Xiaoyue is very powerful. He and the two fairies, Ice and Fire, are responsible for guarding the twelve city groups near the East China Sea. Longchen City is their base camp.

"There are still a lot of harmless little demons who have joined the Futian League, but they are all concentrated outside the main city.

"I also heard from my eldest sister that there is a big man hidden in the Twelve Cities near the East China Sea, but the other party's dragon can't see the end, and the eldest sister is only faintly aware of the other party's Dao Yun."

Big man?

Zhou Zheng didn't know why.

He thought of the question he was going to ask next, and felt a little apprehensive for no reason, but after careful consideration, Zhou Zheng still asked himself:

"Then what do you think of the words I talked to Lord Xiaoyue yesterday?"

Ao Ying pursed her lips and focused her eyes, and said through gritted teeth: "One day, I will definitely add the word Zhou before my surname!"

"Cough! Cough-cough-cough!"

Zhou Zheng was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, you also saved me once when the banshee came, and the favor is settled."

He asked again: "How old is Miss Ao now?"

This makes the fish choke the problem.

Ao Ying muttered: "If you add the previous life, the concubine is 620 years old and [-] months old, and your husband's fate will directly rank among the immortals."

"That doesn't count as past life?" Zhou Zheng's expression gradually became serious.

Ao Ying's eyes dodged and her words were vague: "I'm in this life...in short, I'm over 15 years old..."

"Well, it should be under 15 years old."

"But the concubine's previous life memory is there. From the perspective of personality, she is indeed a god who is more than 3000 years old! Of course, this is also very young."

Zhou Zheng pondered a few times: "Ao Ying, although I know it's a bit pedantic to say this, I still want to say that you are still at the age of legal protection."

"But I am a fairy."

Ao Ying's voice became lower and lower, and she didn't dare to look directly at Zhou Zheng.

But mostly shy.

Zhou Zheng's eyes became deeper and deeper:

"We have to have a good talk about this.

"I can give you a promise first, if you like it, and your family agrees, you can stay with me forever.

"I'll give you a separate bedroom later, and I can even rent a bigger house. I won't drive you away, and I won't do anything excessive to you."

"Really? Can I really stay?"

Two little stars appeared in Ao Ying's eyes.

Zhou Zheng smiled, and suddenly felt that he had fallen into a trap.

The kind of plan where the expected goal is [-] points, first according to [-] points, and then settle down to reach [-] points... It's too much to worry about, it should be too much to worry about.

This little fish is so innocent, harmless, innocent and cute, how could he have so many thoughts!

Zhou Zheng said: "Ao Ying, if what you say next offends you, please bear with me."

Seeing Zhou Zheng's serious expression, Ao Ying's sitting posture became a bit more dignified.

She whispered: "My husband please give me instructions."

"I'm not talking about you, I just think there's something wrong with our relationship now."

Zhou Zheng looked at Ao Ying and said slowly:

"I... Forget it, I'm not qualified to preach to others.

"I actually want to say that if I accept your gratitude frankly, I will despise myself for the rest of my life, but I don't reject having a mysterious and lovely friend like you.

"So, don't shout the word Husband anymore, I believe it easily.

"My name is Zhou Zheng. You can call me by my name, or give me a nickname, as long as it's not insulting."

Ao Ying pursed her lips, and looked at Zhou Zheng pitifully.

"But……"

Zhou Zheng didn't dare to look at her too much for fear of being soft-hearted, so he went straight to the game console next to the TV.

He smiled and asked, "Do you want to play the game? The one you didn't clear yesterday? Or should I recommend you a new one? Let me see what else is here, "How to Train Your Dragon III", uh, no offense intended."

"Husband!"

"Change your name," Zhou Zheng replied without looking back.

"week?"

Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he turned around, Ao Ying had floated in front of him.

She smiled and said: "The weather outside is nice, let's go for a walk!"

go out?Zhou Zheng was quite suspicious about this.

"Can you look like this?"

"Husband... Zhou, did you agree?"

"Of course, I'll be your tour guide wherever you want to go. It's free and doesn't mess around with added value."

"Then wait a moment! I'm going to change clothes!"

Ao Ying turned into a beam of golden light and flew back to the bedroom, closing the door with a bang.

Zhou Zheng took his mobile phone to consider carefully, and then sent a short message to the workshop director to ask for leave. After all, it was related to his salary, and the other party quickly responded with approval.

But Zhou Zheng never expected that he waited in the living room for more than an hour.

……

'She used to be able to walk. '

The apartment is located in the community, on the tree-lined road outside the gate.

Zhou Zheng glanced at it, and felt that his sight was unobstructed; he lowered his head slightly, and saw the two ponytails dangling back and forth.

When Ao Ying didn't wear the ancient dress, Zhou Zheng felt completely different from before.

The light blue short-sleeves and denim shorts are a bit economical. When she raises her hand, she will reveal her small waist, as delicate as a willow in early spring.