when i got pregnant with the last god cub

The river sparkled under the cool moonlight, but the man's light-colored eyes were full of love.

Song Cheng's eyes widened silently, like a rabbit that had no time to react.

Zheng Yanxu's heart throbbed for a while, and he couldn't help but licked the prey that had reached his mouth.

Just as he was about to retreat slightly and open his mouth, who dared to think that the next second, the man's collar was grabbed violently.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zheng Yanxu's eyes, and then the young man's warm lips pressed fiercely, with a hint of sweet embarrassment.

The man's eyes continued to dim. He supported the side of the boat with one hand, but with the other hand he pinched the soft back of the young man's neck irresistibly, and forcefully deepened the loving kiss burning between his lips and tongue.

Song Cheng's beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, they looked so absent-minded and helpless.

The stars and crescent moon hanging far above the black screen are reflected in the river water, as if there is only this swaying boat between the sky and the earth, which makes the water sway.

A strong sense of shame welled up in his heart, Song Cheng couldn't help covering his eyes with his arms, not looking or thinking about it.

But the intense, burning sensation that cannot be ignored spread all the way until he was about to be driven crazy by this strange feeling, and even tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.

The dark red robe was already in a mess, and the delicate suet jade-like chest was even whiter and trembling.

Song Cheng gasped weakly, as if he was afraid of alarming someone.

He almost couldn't breathe, and finally cried out in pain:

"Old Zheng...don't be like this...someone-"

The man blocked his mouth with his lips and tongue, and there were terrifying emotions brewing in his dark eyes, as well as a possessive desire that was about to explode.

Song Cheng felt the flesh on his body ache, and the man rubbed him too hard, as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him.

What a... bastard.

The young man closed his glimmering eyes helplessly, and the teardrops slowly sank down the end of his eyes into his high-spirited and slender neck.

When the man was finally satisfied, Song Cheng's beautiful peach eyes were already slightly red and wet.

Zheng Yanxu kissed his eyebrows and said softly, "I miss you so much, baby."

Song Cheng glared at him with those red eyes, missing him?

What do you think about him?Mouth or hand, or something he should chop off as soon as possible?

The young man wanted to kick him angrily, but the root of his thigh was already red from wear, and he found it difficult to lift his foot.

The clothes were torn into a mess, and even stained with the water stains brought by the man when he got on the boat, sticking to his body was very uncomfortable.

He simply took off his clothes, leaving a barely wearable thin lining inside.

"Why did it take you so long to come?" Song Cheng kicked the red body to the stern, not wanting to see the wedding dress.

He stretched out his thin white hand and pinched the man's chin, with a somewhat reserved and cold expression: "Let me see, how does it hurt?"

He looks like a molesting son, but he is also a young master who has just been bullied and pretended to be strong to get back. His appearance is very lovable.

The man couldn't hold back, his thin lips curled up, and he smiled softly.

He took advantage of the opportunity to hold his lover's hand, intertwining his fingertips, intimate and close.

"Under the right eye, can you see it?" Zheng Yanxu hugged the young man into his arms and said with a smile, "It has been repaired by the tailor, it's fine."

Song Cheng ignored him, and took a serious look at it himself, as if he was patrolling the territory, and he was sure that he didn't find any scars or needle marks, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did you get hurt, you didn't..."

Song Cheng frowned, and finally remembered to ask.

Zheng Yanxu had told him before that three gods died at the hands of others.

But in fact, far more gods were killed than he said, but because of their low status, they were all ignored by men.

"It's not serious, I just found a suspicious candidate and got into a fight." Zheng Yanxu said indifferently, "Who knew someone was hiding in the dark and was accidentally cut by her wind blade."

"Wind blade?" Song Cheng was taken aback.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the white mist that was inexplicably swept away when he was looking for Shen Yan in the hospital that day, and the god who controlled the wind, he wondered if it was the same one.

"Yes, she used to be a free Fengshen, but since the death of her relatives..."

Speaking of this, Zheng Yanxu paused for a moment, and a trace of emotion that Song Cheng couldn't understand flashed in his eyes.

"Pain and self-blame forced her back to grow a pair of huge wings, and every time a feather grew on the wings, her heart would sting."

"When Wan Gen feathers covered her and experienced unimaginable pain and suffering, she became the new patron saint of that country."

Zheng Yanxu's tone of voice was very flat, even with a hint of indifference.

But when every word fell in Song Cheng's ears and heart, he seemed to see a vivid picture.

In front of the huge coffin inlaid with gemstones and gold, the girl in white knelt down on the ground with a hopeless expression, and two lines of blood were left in her two-way proud eyes.

When she tried to touch the golden coffin again, a sudden and terrifying white bone pierced out from the slender back.

The golden blood instantly stained the white clothes, and this was just the beginning.

They grew uncontrollably, like two bloody hands forcibly ripped open the heart and drilled out of the body, they tried to embrace the coffin with their arms that had not yet fully grown feathers.

When the wings were full and could even wrap the girl's whole body tightly in them, the physical pain finally stopped.

But Song Cheng knew that her mental torment had just begun.

The young man closed his eyes in embarrassment. Something seemed to spew out from the bottom of his heart, and it swept over like a storm and almost crushed it, so that he was almost unable to think.

"Cheng Cheng?"

The man immediately sensed that something was wrong with his lover, he reached out and touched the young man's sweaty forehead.

Song Cheng woke up suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

Zheng Yanxu heaved a sigh of relief, kissed the young man's face, and said in a low voice:

"You scared me just now, did you remember something?"

Song Cheng shook his head and nodded again, "No, it's not a memory, it's just that your words have formed a blurred picture."

It should be just a blurry picture, he thought with lingering fear.

"If you feel uncomfortable, forget it, they are all irrelevant people anyway."

Zheng Yanxu touched the young man's hair, with a trace of tenderness in his eyes, but his words were not so gentle.

Song Cheng nodded, but still asked a little out of his wits:

"Then...why does that patron saint blame herself so much? She looks so painful."

Did she kill her relatives?Song Cheng's thoughts were a little messy, so that he didn't notice Zheng Yanxu's stern expression.

"It's just something wrong," the man said, "Gods are no exception."

Wrong thing?

Zheng Yanxu didn't say it clearly, and Song Cheng didn't want to follow up and ask. He always felt that once some things were known, the world would be turned upside down, collapsed, or even collapsed.

He had no choice but to suppress his desire to explore with difficulty before it reached its peak.

"Then... what about the person who attacked you? Will there be other gods who will die next?"

If you can't find a clue about this matter, wouldn't it mean that his family has to run around all the time, and he can't wait but wait.

Thinking of this situation, Song Cheng began to worry.

"They ran away." Zheng Yanxu said, "With the patron saint around, and it was night, I couldn't catch them."

The patron saint used to be the wind god, and her speed is definitely at the forefront among the upper gods, and the sand that was taken away by her is her husband who was familiar with each other in the past.

It's hard to beat men, but it's absolutely adept at running away from them.

"But don't worry, the gods will also devour each other."

Zheng Yanxu tried to comfort him, but he didn't expect the words to come out, which shocked Song Cheng even more.

What is mutual engulfment?Does it mean they will kill each other?

As if seeing the young man's shock, the man pinched the young man's delicate back neck and said:

"The gods are nothing more than different monsters. In order to survive, they will devour each other, and the powerful will take away the weak godheads to maintain life or do other things."

"There have always been fights and fights, we didn't belong here from the beginning."

"It's just that with the oldest blood, I was lucky enough to survive to the end."

Song Cheng was shocked in place, what did the man's words mean?

What does it mean not to belong here from the beginning?Where does this refer to, does it refer to China?

This is just the tip of the iceberg that the man knows, or just the insignificant skin of the most real world, just a little, and he can't help but stand on end.

But the truth was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Just when Song Chenggang was about to ask where you were from, the boat under the two of them shook violently.

Not only that, the whole river was like a piece of jelly that was about to melt, trembling up and down, left and right, but there was no splash on the river surface.

"What's the situation?!" Song Cheng's expression changed.

It's something in the river.

It's all because they were too involved in talking, and they left the Frog God behind.

A cold light flashed in Zheng Yanxu's eyes, he wrapped his arms around him, and lifted the young man into his arms.

The moment the boat capsized, the man tapped his toes, and he was already standing firmly on the water, standing on the water.

Song Cheng hugged his family's neck tightly in fear, and when he looked again, his whole body was shocked.

A huge and terrifying black shadow slowly emerged from the water, instantly filling up the seemingly spacious river channel.

The moment the black shadow shrouded, it seemed to block the not-so-bright stars and moon above their heads.

A sense of suffocating oppression came forcibly.

Song Cheng couldn't help but took a deep breath. In terms of body shape, this buddy has already won the victory.

He and Lao Zheng are not enough to fit between his teeth, especially when the red eyes, which are about the size of five or six footballs, light up, Song Cheng only has one thought.

How could it be so big, he should have known it earlier, the sons are so big, the father can only be more terrifying.

This is all right, it's all over.