when i got pregnant with the last god cub

The more Song Cheng listened, the harder it was. Yun Xiao's expressive ability is quite bad, and his tone is always exaggerated.

It sounds like you want to hit someone.

"What?" Song Cheng stepped back a little calmly.

The young man was really tall, and when he stood close, he would feel a sense of oppression, which was very uncomfortable.

"I mean..." Yun Xiao tried to explain.

And Hu Rong at the side suddenly realized: "The woman in the red dress, she twisted off the skull!"

Yun Xiao's eyes lit up, and he tapped his palm: "Yes, that's right."

"They will die because of fear and shame, or even guilt, but they will never commit suicide for atonement."

Yun Xiao casually raised his hand, and everything that happened in the carriage reappeared.

Because the middle-aged woman with a guilty conscience kept asking for forgiveness from her murdered daughter-in-law, she never thought of struggling.

Because she thought she couldn't compete with a ghost, but she didn't know that this ghost was killed by her before it was alive.

Despite the horrible and ugly appearance, the people in the carriage are ghosts or ghosts, but in essence they are the same.

They are all the existence of conscious souls, there is no absolute weakness or absolute strength.

It is the virtual image that gives them more fear and fear, the virtual image is deterring them, and at the same time implies that they are weak and unable to resist.

But even so, there are people who break free from this underlying rule.

The woman in the red dress sitting in front of Song Cheng and Hu Rong killed her lover during her lifetime, and after her death her hatred and love urged her to raise her hands again and twist his head off.

Because she feels that this is what her lover owes her, and she has no guilt or fear, only unforgivable and inevitable.

And the art student who was smart enough before also got inspiration from women, but he was too weak and really guilty and afraid, which undoubtedly increased the strength of his opponent.

"Looking for loopholes, they are too cunning. They can't cover up their dirty souls even after they are hateful in life. They should go to hell!"

The young man shouted angrily, and suddenly lost his temper while talking, "Oh, I forgot that I don't have the ability to open the gate of hell."

Frustrated, Yun Xiao's handsome face was full of frustration.

In fact, he couldn't even step out of the field.

Seeing how sad he was, Song Cheng suddenly felt unbearable.

Subconsciously comforted: "It's okay, you have done your best, haven't you?"

Yun Xiao froze in place, how long had he heard these familiar words.

It is so long that it seems to be the last century, or the beginning of a new era.

And the old man he was waiting for was far away.

A faint light flashed in Yunxiao's eyes, and he put away the frustration on his face and showed a gentle smile.

Just when he was about to say something, Yun Xiao suddenly turned his head away.

As if he had noticed something, he whispered: "There are guests again, today is really lively."

Yun Xiao turned his head and said apologetically, "Sorry, it seems we can only go here."

After speaking, he raised his left hand, and the rear door opened, revealing Xuanming's world.

"Please get out of the car, you can't stay any longer."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Wu Xinlan's body floated out uncontrollably and disappeared from everyone's sight first.

Then Hu Rong also disappeared at the exit, leaving only Song Cheng and Yun Xiao staring at each other silently.

Yun Xiao smiled, "I wouldn't treat you that way, it's not polite, is it?"

Song Cheng also laughed, "Since you know, you still treat them like this."

He hesitated for a moment, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, such as whether he should ask Yun Xiao about his relationship with Zheng Yanxu, or what his existence really meant.

But in the end Song Cheng didn't ask anything. The moment he stepped up the steps and stepped into Xuanming, a voice suddenly came to his ears.

Those were the low and gentle words of the young man.

He said, no matter when and where, I will appear in front of you, as long as you call my real name.

Call me by my real name, just as you have been blessed by God.

"Anu..."

Song Cheng seemed to be attacked by a huge force in an instant, he couldn't control his voice, and he said it out of his mind.

But that wasn't complete, he knew it wasn't exactly Yun Xiao's real name.

Memories and echoes that did not belong to him began to pour out of his mind, and Song Cheng heard someone talking.

He said that we are not the origin of the world, but we are the will of the world.

Origins are weakening, and will... is dying.

A sad emotion spewed out of his chest, Song Cheng felt the suffocating sadness, and for a moment he couldn't recognize who he was.

Until his arm was pulled violently, he fell back to reality from the darkness.

The ear-piercing horn of the battery car, the roar of the bus starting, and Hu Rong's anxious inquiry made Song Cheng regain his senses with a pale complexion.

"Are you okay? My mother, what were you thinking just now, you were almost scratched by the little electric donkey!" Hu Rong asked helplessly.

"I... I'm sorry, I was a little flustered just now." Song Cheng smiled apologetically.

"Okay, okay, it's fine."

In another space, Yun Xiao stood in front of the ruins with a regretful face.

The youth did not remember his name.

"If it were me, I wouldn't give him such a heavy hint."

A casual and magnetic voice sounded behind Yun Xiao.

"After all, our Pluto who has not yet awakened, he is so fragile, so weak that even the main god who falls into a deep sleep and wakes up once every ten thousand years has made a divine contract to protect him."

The man's voice was full of ridicule and sarcasm, and Yun Xiao picked his ears a little annoyed.

"Do you have any advice? My dear uncle."

He turned his head, and the long figure of the man Xin came into view.

It was a man with profound facial features and a handsome appearance. His curly chestnut hair made him look like a wandering and sentimental poet, but the existence of the white bird standing on his shoulder made him look like a funny nobleman .

The moment Yun Xiao saw the white falcon, his expression paused slightly.

"Oh my god, I didn't even invite the parents here to teach the disobedient nephew a lesson." Yun Xiao muttered in a low voice with a headache.

"Is that enough, son."

A faint female voice resounded, with a bit of sternness in the gentleness.

The moment the white falcon spread its wings and flew down from the man's shoulder, it turned into a magnificent woman.

Yun Xiao bowed his head slightly, respectfully said: "Mother."

"Excuse me, but I really don't understand why you are walking with this guy again after so many years?" Yun Xiao asked bluntly.

Fufu didn't answer his words, but the man smiled at her and said:

"Look, I didn't lie to you. If you don't come, my lovely nephew might turn me away."

Fufu frowned.

"I don't understand. I am [-]% similar to him, and even have the blood of the same god flowing in my bone marrow. Why do you hate me so much?" The man covered his chest sadly, and accused:

"That guy and I are brothers, you can't be so partial, my dear Anu."

Yun Xiao's face turned cold, "Yes, my good uncle, you and he are brothers, but one is admired by people while the other is exiled in the desert, I'm afraid that's why you are so jealous that you even disregard the dignity of God, Pain the killer?"

The man couldn't laugh anymore, he said in a deep voice, "I didn't kill your father—"

"It's just that you were too cunning and didn't leave evidence." Yun Xiao counterattacked unceremoniously.

"Enough!" Fufu stopped in a low voice, and she rubbed her forehead wearily, "Son, I don't want to see you being so impolite. Similarly, your father doesn't like you being so aggressive."

Yun Xiao was stunned, and he pouted aggrievedly: "Don't say any more, father... he doesn't even remember my name now."

Is a god who has lost his godhead and memory still a god?

Fufu secretly thought it was bad, and after realizing her mistake, she had to soften her heart and say: "You clearly know that he has difficulties, don't you?"

Reviving a god, in such a solar era of Ragnarok, the difficulty is beyond imagination.

"And his strength is recovering, which is why we came here." Fufu explained.

Hiding in the dark, they had already watched the whole process of what happened on the bus.

The progress of young people is much faster than they imagined.

It's okay not to mention this, but when Yun Xiao mentioned it, a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "So it was you, you brought him into the underworld, just to test his ability, or to satisfy your poor and humble sense of security?"

Yun Xiao's words were straightforward and bitter, and Fufu's brows frowned even deeper.

"Son, if you don't look at some things from the perspective of an adult, you will never know the truth."

"The truth? The truth is already in front of you, it's just that you are deceiving yourself." Yun Xiao mocked.

"It's really enough for Anubis. I don't want to argue about this matter for too long. You know that even if you argue for tens of thousands of years, there is still no result."

Fufu didn't wait for Yunxiao's answer, and said urgently: "Son, his youngest son is thriving, you feel it, don't you?"

Yun Xiao was taken aback, and murmured: "Yes, the main god of our new century is about to be born..."

"Look, what a joyous event."

At this moment, the corner of the man's mouth curled up into a malicious smile, "I have to say something disappointing, the decaying solar era can't support the birth of this new god."

"...Perhaps, it will be stillborn, and it is unknown?"

Song Cheng and Hu Rong appeared at the bus stop in front of Wu Xinlan's house, but the woman had already forgotten most of what happened on the bus.

Unknowingly, Yunxiao touched her memory, perhaps just by raising her hand.

The two sent Wu Xinlan home, and Hu Rong charged a small fee, which was really a small fee for that precious gavel.

Although Wu Xinlan saved her life, she still had a sad expression on her face.

It was the exhaustion of making a living. Originally, there was no such accident. She and her boyfriend were planning to buy a house this year, but with this accident, the money was wasted.

It was when Wu Xinlan made the payment that she truly confessed her unspeakable secrets.

On a rainy night two years ago, she drove over a high school student who crossed the road unruly.

At that time, Wu Xinlan was terrified, she just wanted to flee the scene of the crime quickly, and never thought of getting out of the car to check whether she was still alive.

When she regained consciousness, the student's body was already completely cold.

For this reason, Wu Xinlan had to compensate the deceased's family a large sum of money, so that the matter could be settled.

But now the reason she said it was just to get rid of the previous psychological burden, and she thought that Hu Rong could sympathize with her and charge less fees.

It's a pity that Wu Xinlan's little calculation still came to nothing, Hu Rong can make do with everything, except money.

So what should be collected is still not less, and the iron rooster has no heart.

On the way back the two of them, Song Cheng was a little listless, with a preoccupied look.

This caused Hu Rong to have many questions, and it was difficult to ask them, so he could only wait for the young man to recover.

It was just after noon when Song Cheng returned home, he pushed open the door, and a man in an apron hurried out of the kitchen door with a spatula in hand.

"The baby is back?"

He didn't return home at night, and Zheng Yanxu couldn't see the slightest worry and panic on his face, as if everything was under his control.

Song Cheng's heart was complicated, and he didn't know how to speak.

But the man hastily put down the spatula and walked over quickly. He stroked the young man's slightly pale face affectionately, frowned and said:

"What's wrong, someone bullied you?"

Just as Song Cheng was about to shake his head, he caught a glimpse of a cold light in the man's eyes.

"If I had known this, I should have gone down and brought you back." Zheng Yanxu kissed the young man's soft lips distressedly.

And Song Cheng only realized now, and pushed him with wide eyes: "Hmm! What, what are you talking about?"

"You said you were going down to pick me up? No, you know where I am?" He hastily changed his words.

It turned out that Zheng Yanxu had gone to him, and the man must know something.

Yun Xiao's words rang in his ears all the time, that voice seemed to hit a hidden part of his consciousness, something was about to emerge, but then sank into the bottom of the sea.

Zheng Yanxu nodded, and said: "I originally wanted to bring you back, but... Yunxiao wants to see you, you will be well protected with him, and there are other reasons..."

The man paused, and said in a low voice: "That field is very unstable, its owner has not yet recovered, if I force my way in, it may collapse."

Yunxiao begged him on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the chaos in the domain would hurt his lover.

Song Cheng was dumbfounded, "Crash?"

How could it collapse?Let's talk about what kind of existence a man is, and who is the master of the underworld that he and Yun Xiao talked about.

Song Cheng was eager to understand all this like never before, he seemed to be involved in an invisible and intangible story.

Maybe he played an important role in it, or maybe he was nothing, but there is no doubt that his mysterious husband must be one of the protagonists of the story.

And at the beginning of a story, there must be another protagonist, whether it is the heroine or the brother, Song Cheng has to admit that he is a little flustered and uneasy.

He doesn't want to be an insignificant outsider, at least not now, unless the time goes back to three years ago.

Song Cheng sorted out all the mixed thoughts in a very short time, and finally calmed down.

The man didn't answer his question directly, but just pulled him into his arms and gently brushed the young man's forehead.

After feeling another strange and familiar breath, Zheng Yanxu's eyes flashed with a hint of predation.

He actually hinted at Song Cheng.

"What did Yun Xiao say to you, did he bully you?" The man asked with a straight face.

When Song Cheng saw his appearance as a patriarch, his heart was complicated. In an instant, a story of a rich and domineering old man and his young wife was staged.

He quickly pulled back his wandering thoughts, and inexplicably relaxed a lot:

"How could Yunxiao bully me, he was...too polite to me, and the politeness made people panic."

Song Cheng's expression was indescribable, "...Maybe we knew each other before, so I should remember his real name?"

After saying this sentence, Song Cheng couldn't help but sweat in his heart. He tried to slow down his breathing to observe the man's expression.

First set it up quietly, if you set it up, you will earn it!

Song Cheng looked nervous at the man's handsome face, but Zheng Yanxu's eyes were clear.

"Our real names were engraved long ago..."

Yet his name had grown dim and indistinct.

Song Cheng's heart skipped a beat, waiting for the man's follow-up.

But I didn't expect Zheng Yanxu to say halfway, and suddenly changed the subject:

"Are you hungry? I made your favorite dish."

"I'm not hungry at all! No, you haven't finished talking yet!"

Song Cheng became anxious, and quickly grabbed the man's hand to prevent him from leaving.

Who is he, and where does the strange power in the car come from.

For the first time, Song Cheng had doubts about his identity. He was almost confused whether it was the child in his stomach that caused the current result, or he was not human in the first place.

But if he is not human, then who could he be?

He has his biological parents and a complete life memory, and there has never been a saying that a part is missing.

Despite all the bizarre events, he never questioned his identity.

But now, when too many mysteries are looming, Song Cheng is about to lose himself.

Zheng Yanxu looked deeply into his eyes and said seriously:

"You are Song Cheng, you are the unique truth and beauty, and the only spouse I recognize before the true God."

"You are you, and will not change a bit because of others' identification, no matter the past or the future."

Song Chengzhen stayed where he was, and really didn't react for a while.

He never knew that a man could speak so nicely and comfort others.

Knowing that he was still himself, Song Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He has been a human being for more than 20 years. He is used to and loves the current self, warm and lovely friends, delicious food, everything is familiar and can be controlled.

After Zheng Yanxu finished speaking, he took the young man's hand and brought him to the dining table. He did not ignore the relaxed look on the young man's face.

Song Cheng sat down, and after seeing the delicious dishes on the table, his hunger surged up.

He bit his chopsticks and couldn't help poking the white rice, while Zheng Yanxu brought out the egg drop soup from the kitchen.

If you look at the magical experience aside, the man is not only good-looking, he is also handy in cooking and very down-to-earth.

His husband looks a bit like a fairy man who came down from the sky.

Song Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then amused by his own thoughts.

Zheng Yanxu saw his child's sullen face, and somehow smiled, like the pear blossoms that were suddenly blown away by the spring breeze.

The man couldn't help but patted the young man's head, "What are you thinking?"

Song Cheng glanced at him, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and chewed them in his mouth.

He didn't hide anything, and asked the question vaguely.

"You, you and Yunxiao are the gods who came down from the sky to cross the catastrophe, aren't you? Did you marry me to accumulate merit? It's rare for someone like me to meet one in a hundred years, right?"

After Song Cheng's fine white fingers pinched the sauce-stained bone, he put it into his mouth to suck｜suck, and his bright red soft tongue flashed past.

Zheng Yanxu watched his eyes darken, and replied hoarsely: "No, in essence, we are just a group of monsters on the verge of death."

Song Cheng was taken aback, and slowly spit out the bones, not knowing how to answer.

His appearance seemed to please the man, and the man smiled slowly and said, "Even so, all living beings call him...a god."

This lunch instantly became tasteless, and Song Cheng's mind was full of thoughts about the meaning of Zheng Yanxu's words.

No matter how much he asked, the man's mouth was as tight as a clam that couldn't be pried open, and there was no third sentence.

Angrily, Song Cheng didn't want to eat, so he ate two big bowls of rice.

He could only comfort himself lazily, at least he finally knew what kind of species his Old Gong was.

The two of them got tired of taking a nap together, and it was already past six in the afternoon when Song Cheng woke up again, the sun was halfway down, and the windows were decorated with large sunset glow.

Zheng Yanxu kissed the young man's fair cheek and whispered, "I'm leaving?"

Song Cheng sneered, heh, leave after sleeping, what kind of man is he.

He thought so in his heart, but his body was entangled.

"Where are you going?" Song Cheng put his head on the man's shoulder and asked lazily with narrowed eyes.

Zheng Yanxu stuffed the person into his arms instinctively, his heart was in a mess.

"Go do a boring job."

"Work? Does God also need to go to work?" Song Cheng couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Yanxu pinched the young man's white neck, and said softly:

"Well, I have to protect the world."

He said it seriously, as if it was true.

Song Cheng wanted to say, you are the most pretentious person I have ever seen.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that others have that ability.

"Then, can't you take a day off? Or ask your god friends to do it for you?"

Zheng Yanxu rubbed his slightly cool lips, kissing and kissing before answering this question.

"That won't work, they are too weak... If I still want to see Cheng Cheng alive and kicking every morning."

Song Cheng was amused by his words, he was really reluctant to give up and could only let go a little bit.

"Okay, then you go."

Zheng Yanxu felt his warm body slowly leave, and a piece of his heart was also emptied.

That feeling of not being in full control is not a good feeling.

The man can only tell himself, just be patient for a while, it will be fine in a while, he has been waiting for such a long time.

Zheng Yanxu put on his clothes and opened the door, Song Cheng was still sitting on the bed watching him silently.

The man was not in a hurry to leave, he was waiting for Song Cheng to say goodbye to him.

But young people don't like to say goodbye, never did.

So he thought for a while and said seriously:

"Zheng Yanxu, I will wait for you in the morning."

The young man's eyes were bright, and every word made his heart burn.

The man froze for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Okay, wait for me to come back."

"Go, go." Song Cheng nodded and urged.

There was no look of reluctance just now, after the man left helplessly, the young man let out a sigh of relief.

He patted his stomach and sighed sadly: "Cub, your father is gone again..."

Dinner hasn't been settled yet.

"Forget it, let's take you to Uncle Han's house for dinner."

He said he was going to have dinner, but Song Cheng himself ordered four or five catties of spicy crayfish, plus a few cold dishes, and sent them to the next door.

Eating with three people is better than eating alone, especially now that he is emotionally unstable after having a child, it is always better to have someone to accompany him.

That day, Chen Zongyi booked an indoor swimming pool and called Lin Zilou and Song Cheng to play.

Song Cheng couldn't refuse and went, but just after changing into his swimming trunks, the two of them laughed at his slightly chubby belly for a while.

This can make him angry, and he can't tell the truth, he can only smile in the face of setbacks in life.

Lin Zilou and Chen Zongyi swam back and forth several times, while Song Cheng was still sitting by the pool dangling his feet, with a little yellow duck swimming ring around his waist, looking dazed.

This guy doesn't know how to swim, and after being choked several times, he refuses to learn.

Chen Zongyi and Lin Zilou glanced at each other, and both of them saw some tricky thoughts from the other's bad expression.

So the former went ashore quietly, while the latter swam quietly to the young man's feet.

Song Cheng, who was paying attention to Lin Zilou, had no idea that Chen Zongyi was standing behind him, planning to make a sneak attack.

"Cheng Cheng!"

Lin Zilou rushed up, and before Song Cheng could kick him off, he was pushed away by Chen Zongyi's excited palm.

fuck!

Song Cheng opened his mouth, and was instantly poured a mouthful of swimming pool water.

The two of them were smiling and waiting to see Song Cheng thump, but they didn't expect the young man to lie quietly in the water without moving.

Lin Zilou's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried forward to get him.

Chen Zongyi also hurried into the water, but don't let the water get into his head, it will make people stupid.

When the two hurriedly pulled him up, they realized that the guy was fine and didn't choke on the water at all.

Instead of being frightened, they were frightened, and the two dared not argue anymore, but only the person concerned knew the turbulent waves in his heart.

He was able to breathe freely in the water just now.

Song Cheng could only persuade himself over and over again, that he was always a god, and the boy in his belly was still a little god, and it was not a big deal for him to breathe in the water... Shit!

His body is undergoing changes that are invisible to the naked eye.

At least Song Cheng has personally experienced this. He is not afraid of water or fire, and he is not like a normal person.

But Zheng Yanxu felt that it was no big deal, and even felt that it should be taken for granted.

This made Song Cheng angry. After the two failed to sleep in separate rooms for one night, the man could only bow his head obediently and admit his mistake.

Only then did Song Cheng calm down.

That day Song Cheng was passionately shopping online at home when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

He didn't think much about it, thinking that it was Hu Rong from the next door who went straight to open the door, but the door was empty, only a small and cute bird's nest stood beside it.

There was also a cub owl squatting in the bird's nest looking up at him blankly.

The author has something to say: I laughed to death when I saw your comments, you actually called him a son of a dog, Anubis was so wronged hahahahaha

Cheng Cheng has no actual contact with the dog's son's mother, you know what I mean?

Lao Gong and Cheng Cheng are the only ones for each other, and the important things are mentioned separately~