when i got pregnant with the last god cub

Although the man had a smile on his face, there was a faint cold light in his dark brown eyes.

His right knuckles tapped impatiently in the air, and countless fine brown gravel rolled up and down.

As long as Chu Zihan dared to say "no", the sand that seemed to have no deterrent effect would eagerly get into the moist nasal cavity of human beings, block it tightly, and then suffocate to death.

"We don't have black cats here, you may be mistaken."

Chu Zihan said calmly, even though his hands behind his back had already clenched into fists.

A flash of surprise flashed in Song Cheng's heart, Chu Zihan lied.

"Oh?"

A look of disappointment appeared on the man's face, and the sand suspended above his right hand began to form a small storm uncontrollably, and a terrifying breath rushed towards his face.

"But I clearly saw it running towards you..." The man smiled dangerously, and he caught a glimpse of the box containing the dark red wedding dress, which still smelled of blood.

He changed the topic, "Maybe, it also took something away?"

Chu Zihan's body froze, as if he had been nailed in place by something invisible, and he watched those tiny but flexible sands approaching his eyes.

"Sir, before you came, our door and front window were closed." Song Cheng suddenly took a step forward, and calmly pulled Chu Zihan, "It is impossible for small animals to get in. .”

With Song Cheng's pull, Chu Zihan's body finally regained consciousness, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The man's slightly cold eyes slowly fell on the young man, "Maybe that cat has wings. Cats are the most cunning animals in the world. They always have various ways to deceive people's eyes."

"Like your friend."

"Then I really haven't seen a cat with wings." Song Cheng replied without changing his face, even though his heart was not as calm as the surface.

When the man heard his words, he suddenly laughed.

He put away the grains of sand that were very active in the air, and returned to his humble and polite appearance when they first met.

"You'll see, sooner or later." The man said meaningfully.

He will kill the beast full of lies with his own hands, tear off the pair of wings that are good at escaping, and offer it to his dear brother for forgiveness.

Song Cheng frowned, the man in front of him always gave him a very strange feeling, once he got close to his heart, his heart throbbed.

He didn't know how to answer the words, but fortunately the man didn't bother him any longer, and he didn't forget to restore the door to its original state before leaving.

As soon as the man left, the three people in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Mistress Wang hurriedly picked up the black cloth on the sofa, tied it up with trembling hands, and muttered:

"They came, they really came, my eyes... almost got ripped off!"

Song Cheng was not in the mood to find out who the "they" were in the mouth of Goddess Wang. He looked at Chu Zihan and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Chu, what's the situation? Is that a smiling cat?"

At the beginning, the smiling cat killed several people in the community, and it also caused resentment and troubles, even though Fang Qing died at the mouth of the smiling cat in the end.

He thought that this incident was over, or that the smiling cat had left Chu Zihan's house.

However, this is not the case, and it is obvious what happened between Smiley Cat and Chu Zihan.

A complicated look flashed across Song Cheng's face.

Chu Zihan had no choice but to nod his head and said: "...Yes, it is it."

The man considered for a moment and said:

"I'm sorry I didn't tell the truth before, the smiling face cat didn't leave by itself, I drove it away."

"What?" Song Cheng was taken aback.

"That guy's nature hasn't changed, it killed us again behind our backs." Chu Zihan said in a deep voice, "It's the same as Fang Qing back then."

Sometimes it would sneak out while Hu Rong and the man were asleep, and when it came back, it smelled fishy.

In order not to be discovered, it would secretly turn on the faucet to wash its hair. Chu Zihan only discovered this when he heard the movement in the middle of the night.

"I thought it was hard to change its nature when it went out to harm people. After all, those who died before deserved their crimes..." Chu Zihan paused.

For example, Fang Qing, she is not completely innocent, and she is even the starting point of all incidents.

If Smiley Cat had killed him back then, there wouldn't have been so many accidents later on, and even the wanton killing of cats caused everyone to panic, and Min Wen's death.

Chu Zihan felt that the smiling cat was right, so he took it in.

"But I found out later...it just found it interesting," Chu Zihan turned his face away, and said in a low voice, "Killing is its nature, and Fang Qing's incident was just a coincidence."

Song Cheng sighed, he knew it was not that simple.

Before Chu Zihan moved in, there was no doubt about the cruelty shown by the Smiley Cat. It killed children and even the elderly, many of whom were neighbors Song Cheng had known for a long time.

Even though he didn't know what mistakes those people made, people would make mistakes and they wouldn't die. However, the smiling face cat just narrowed his eyes and smiled, and his life died in an instant.

For this reason, Song Cheng had to try to feed it to prevent it from harming others.

But Smiley Cat's stomach is a bottomless pit, it is greedy and has no idea what is good or bad.

"Then why didn't you tell the truth just now?"

It was even obvious that he was protecting that bad cat.Thinking of this, Song Cheng frowned.

"Because it saved me once, just after I drove it out of the house." Chu Zihan replied, with a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

At that time, Chu Zihan had just won a big deal from a company with a bad reputation, and the boss of that company was in deep trouble.

The man was reminded a few times by his boss, but he didn't take it seriously. The market is like a battlefield, and winning or losing is a common thing. He just loses this time and wins the next time. He didn't think too much about it.

Until one night when he was going home, he was blocked by a group of gangsters at the entrance of the alley.

Only then did he realize that the boss was covered by someone on the road.

"If it wasn't for it, my legs would have been crippled by those people." Chu Zihan pressed his aching temple, "The smiling cat has harmed countless people...but it hasn't harmed me, at least not now."

"So I……"

"So you are repaying your kindness?"

Song Cheng accepted his words with a very cold voice.

"Not all." Chu Zihan shook his head, "Although that man looked dangerous just now, he might not necessarily attack us."

"The funny face cat is different, the cat is very vengeful."

If they tell the truth and the man can't catch it, the situation becomes quite unfavorable.

"You...you seem to know it well."

Song Cheng always felt that something was wrong, but what Chu Zihan said was so impeccable that he had to suspect that he was worrying too much.

After hearing the young man's words, the man's back stiffened.

"After all, we have been together for a while, not to mention that I have raised cats, so Qiuqiu loves to hold grudges." Chu Zihan explained calmly.

Song Cheng nodded, and the two of them were told by Goddess Wang that they were going to start preparing for the upcoming wedding banquet after they had chatted for a few words.

The river god will pick up his bride when night falls, and at that time Song Cheng will sit on a bright red sedan chair and be sent to the riverside.

Since Song Cheng's relatives are not here, no one can carry the sedan chair for him.

So Mistress Wang had to take out a stack of red paper, and she cut out four lifelike paper figurines that were as tall as a human.

The four paper figurines were all wearing black mandarin jackets, red trousers and a pair of boots.

No facial features were painted on their faces, so they looked very stupid, especially the mismatched clothes looked so weird.

After making these four paper figurines, the sky outside suddenly darkened, but halos like red lanterns lit up on the opposite river bank.

After Song Cheng carefully identified it, he realized that it was not a red lantern at all, but the eyes of those guys, all turned red for some reason.

The red color made the river water red, and on the mirror-like surface of the water, a small boat quietly appeared.

It floats quietly in the middle of the river, waiting for the arrival of the bride.

"It's time for you to come and change, they're all waiting."

Goddess Wang picked up the gorgeous wedding dress from the box and said to Song Cheng.

Song Cheng frowned deeply, although he resisted very much in his heart, he had to let Goddess Wang put on the clothes.

The dark red and dignified wedding dress made the young man's fair skin stand out even more, like rouge and white jade.

And his pair of slightly drooping peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with bright moonlight, glistening and shining under the flow.

Chu Zihan stared blankly at the side, the young man's excessively thin waist was just a man's palm gripping,

And the tall and straight stature made him seem a bit restrained and reserved, and his slightly frowning brows and eyes were full of haste and panic.

Chu Zihan's heart shrank suddenly, and he thought of something and silently tightened his fist.

"I'm like this...is it weird?"

Seeing the man's increasingly gloomy face, Song Cheng couldn't help asking.

"No, you look good like this." Chu Zihan shook his head and said in a low voice, "I always feel that this is not the first time you have worn a wedding dress."

In his vague or deep memory, there is also someone wearing a wedding dress, but it is not the red one in front of him.

Song Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said: "It's really not, I also wore it when Lao Zheng and I were there."

Chu Zihan's complexion suddenly became complicated, and he said quietly: "Yeah, I almost forgot..."

I almost forgot that they were the couple who had worshiped and been recognized by the true God.

"Okay." Goddess Wang buckled the cloud-wrapped belt inlaid with fine gold, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, a dark curtain had fallen outside, and a trace of Bai Yuehen was faintly imprinted on the far side.

The red light on both sides of the river was still faintly lit, and the corresponding red lanterns were hung outside the windows of every household in the town at some point, but this did not add the slightest bit of joy, on the contrary, the scene became more depressed and weird.

The whole town was dead silent, and the residents didn't even dare to turn on the lights, they just came out for a while while preparing for the feast.

Raw and cold pork and mutton were placed on the tens of meters long water mat, and some even put live chickens, ducks and rabbits, which were either provided for those things in the river, or for the friends of the river god.

Seeing that the time was approaching, Mistress Wang turned her head and asked, "Are you ready?"

Song Cheng nodded, he had already waited a little impatiently and wanted to start immediately.

The belt made him a little uncomfortable. Although he didn't see anything on the outside, he knew that he was fat.

The cub was not in vain, at least he felt the pain of being restrained.

Goddess Wang took the drop of golden blood from her left eye and hung it in the palm of her hand. She sent it forward gently, and the drop of blood quickly passed through the eyes of the four paper figurines.

And the moment the paper figurine was pierced, it instantly stood up like a living person.

They went out quickly and quickly disappeared in front of them.

Before Song Cheng could be surprised, Goddess Wang put the drop of golden blood back on and took a piece of red hijab.

She stood beside Song Cheng, holding the red cloth in her hand, and shouted solemnly and solemnly:

"The bride gets on the sedan chair!"

As soon as Goddess Wang finished speaking, a red shadow floated towards the door strangely.

Song Cheng was taken aback by accident, and when he calmed down to look, it turned out that four paper figurines in black jackets were carrying a bright red sedan chair.

This bridal sedan chair is very small and can only accommodate one person, obviously to prevent people other than the bride from hiding inside.

Goddess Wang gently pulled him, and Song Cheng turned his head. The red cloth covered him and instantly blocked his sight.

At this moment, he could only see the small piece of world under his feet, the rest began to become blurred, and the surrounding was terribly silent, which aggravated the panic.

"Before getting on the sedan chair, don't take off the hijab."

After Goddess Wang covered him with a red cloth, she whispered in his ear.

Song Cheng hesitated for a moment before nodding slightly. He stepped out of the door, and when he was about to carefully look at his feet, a rough paper man's hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

That hand was cut casually, and each finger was not the same thickness. When it was stretched out in front of him, Song Cheng was startled and broke out in cold sweat again.

He adjusted his mood slightly, and when he put his hand on it, a man's voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Song Cheng!"

Chu Zihan looked at the lonely figure who was about to go away, and couldn't help but said:

"Is it really okay for you to go like this?"

"What are you doing!" Mistress Wang immediately shouted in a low voice.

Chu Zihan didn't even look at her, he just stared at the young man who was being pulled into the car by the tall paper figurine.

But Song Cheng didn't even turn his head, as if he didn't hear the man's words.

Chu Zihan's heart sank, but he still did not give up and said: "Song Cheng, I will wait for you to come back."

There was still no response, he could only watch helplessly as the young man bent slightly and got into the sedan chair with the support of the paper figurine.

From the beginning to the end, he can only be a bystander.

Song Cheng didn't hear Chu Zihan's shout, he just stared in surprise at the ugly paper hand that was holding him tightly.

Just for a moment, he clearly saw that the paper hand changed its appearance. It was the fingers of an adult man, and there was still residual warmth.

Song Cheng hadn't had time to take a closer look, and the next second it returned to the hand of the paper man, as fast as his illusion.

It wasn't until he sat on the sedan chair that he realized belatedly that he was about to be sent to the river.

The four paper figurines looked fragile, but they were very stable when lifting the sedan chair.

With the red cloth covering his head, the surroundings were hazy, and he could only judge the direction by a little sound.

But the four paper figurines barely made any noise when they walked, and just as he was about to lift the red cloth, suddenly there was the squealing of ducks screaming outside the sedan chair.

The sound of pork being torn apart and the sound of chicken blood gushing out suddenly resounded around.

Those swallowing and chewing sounds seemed close at hand, and Song Cheng froze in place.

The paper people were carrying him through the tens of meters long banquet outside, and the people sitting on it were probably friends invited by the river god.

What would happen if he lifted the hijab at this moment?

Song Cheng loosened the palm of his hand holding Suizi, a thin layer of sweat appeared.

Where is Lao Zheng? Didn't he promise to arrive in the afternoon at the latest?

Song Cheng tried to relax his body, but surrounded by the sounds of wanton eating and drinking, it was difficult to do so.

It wasn't until the sedan chair approached the river bank that those voices disappeared little by little.

Song Cheng subconsciously sat up straight, and after a while, the sedan chair lightly landed on the wooden board, and there was the sound of water flowing.

They landed.

Before he could lift the curtain himself, a paper man stretched out his hand one step faster, it was still the one holding him before.

Song Cheng took a deep breath and put his hand on it. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt his hand tighten.

He looked in astonishment, that paper man's hand turned into a slender and powerful man's finger at some point.

With overly white and pale knuckles protruding, he rubbed the young man's delicate wrist, and then slowly clasped his fingers together, and after tightening, there was warmth.

Song Cheng was startled, before he had time to realize whether the hand was his own or the guy from the river came up to pick him up.

The man took his hand strongly and led him to the river.

Song Cheng lowered his head and could only see the side of the boat at his feet, but he couldn't see what the person holding his hand looked like at all.

The tightly clasped hands were loosened, and Song Cheng panicked for no reason.

He wanted to take off the hijab, but Goddess Wang's words sounded in his ears again, and he said urgently:

"You, who are you?"

Hetu or Old Zheng?

The man didn't respond to him, just laughed in a low voice.

With a hint of banter and ridicule, Song Cheng was dumbfounded on the spot.

Until the person posted it again, they were so close that Song Cheng could see his feet.

But he just stood still and gently pushed the young man's back with his palm, reminding him that it was time to get on the boat.

Song Cheng was a little reconciled, but everything around him made him unsteady.

He could only follow the man's request and set foot on the crumbling boat.

Through the hazy cloth, Song Cheng felt that the paper figurine and the sedan chair had all left, and he was the only one on the faintly red lake.

The silence is terrible, this is a dead river.

Except for those monsters, there is no living thing in this river.

Thinking that Song Cheng was already completely cold, if Zheng Yanxu didn't come, he would be in danger.

The only good news is that he can still breathe in the water, at least he won't die in embarrassment without even seeing the enemy.

Just when Song Cheng and others were a little restless, the red light around them suddenly went out secretly.

Song Cheng was taken aback, what's going on.

When waves of water suddenly burst into the calm river surface, even though the surroundings were quiet and there was no sound, Song Cheng's heart sank suddenly.

Something is coming.

He held his breath, squeezed his numb palms, said three times in his heart, and then lifted the red hijab.

At the same time, something broke through the water and came menacingly.

Song Chengshang didn't have time to look at it, when something slightly cool touched his lips, carrying the faint coldness of the river.

The hijab was thrown into the water in a dazed state. Under the extremely weak moonlight, Song Cheng's eyes widened silently.

The man's long and narrow Danfeng eyes evoked a teasing smile, he bit his lover's soft lips lightly, and it was bound to become more and more intense.