Chapter 1289: Lord God, don't mess with it 22

Chapter 1289: Lord God, don't mess with it 22

After staying here for more than three years, he actually only has her as a contact?

Ling Qingxuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Is it because he knows that he will leave sooner or later?

Therefore, like her in the Three Thousand Worlds before, she will not be involved with anyone in this plane.

For some reason, there is a deep sense of dullness.

Because of her... he also became a lonely person?

"My lord, I'm ready."

Feng Jue packed her suitcase and walked in front of her.

The baby at the beginning has grown to be a young man, his face is no longer tender, and the delicate facial features will slowly grow in the future.

Ling Qingxuan kept his seated position and had to tilt his head slightly.

Her lips parted slightly, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

The space circle was opened, and the figures of the two merged into nothingness. After they left, everything in the room became empty, as if no one had ever lived.

...

Days returned to normal.

Ling Qingxuan wandered in the three thousand worlds, maintaining order.

Feng Jue absorbs a lot of just in the space.

Occasionally Xi will come to the door and tell him some interesting things he has experienced in the plane.

From time to time, he would make fun of him, and the two would argue about Aya Qingxuan.

Xi is still determined to become the number one celebrity around the main god.

To this end, she also went to learn cooking.

"Look at these things you make, all children like it, and the Lord God will not eat it."

I don't know where she got the chef's uniform, but it's pretty decent.

Feng Jue on the side was just wearing an apron and didn't want to argue with her.

Usually when no one talks to Xi, Xi will take the initiative to chat, "By the way, aren't you boring to stay here every day?"

"No, it's the same for me and adults." In Feng Jue's eyes, he was living the life of Ling Qingxuan.

Ling Qingxuan has endured for thousands of years, why can't he bear it.

Xi pouted.

The little boy has been with the Lord God for a long time, and he has become so lonely and alienated.

"I'm still curious about what kind of special existence you are that the Lord God will allow you to stay here for so long." Xi asked, and by the way stretched out his hand, wanting to steal a bite of the food he made.

His hand was hit by chopsticks, and the corner of Xi's mouth twitched. He really didn't respect her at all.

Feng Jue retracted her chopsticks and didn't answer her, but instead asked, "Are you on another plane now... do you have someone you like?"

After that incident, he never mentioned it in front of Xi again, but this time, he wanted to know what the normal Xi thought.

Xi tilted his head and smiled, "Yes, I like a lot of them. Those who are good-looking and have a good figure will talk to me sweetly, but my favorite is the Lord God"

Feng Jue's sharp eyes crossed, Xi Hehe laughed a few times, but suddenly said with a serious face: "They are just plane characters, and they won't intersect with me. Even if they like it, it's only temporary."

"I am the executor of the Lord God, and the meaning of existence is to assist the Lord God. For me, the Lord God is my world. Other than that, it's all illusory."

Feng Jue looked at her, there were a lot of words, but they were stuck in his throat.

Since everything else is illusory, why would it be so sad at that time.

Because it cannot be eliminated by its own strength, it can only be eliminated by the power of the Lord God.

"Auntie, what do you like?"

Feng Jue was so polite all of a sudden, but it made Xi Niu go to heaven, "So you children just don't understand this, the word liking has a very big definition, and it's very small, you want to have something, you can get it, too. Like it."

"For example, this chicken leg is plump and juicy. I like it very much."

"Because I like it, I want to eat..."

Feng Jue interrupted, "But the chicken legs you made don't look delicious."

I'm all overwhelmed, what about liking it.

Creek:  …

So why is she discussing this kind of thing with straight boys, she really has nothing to do when she's full.

'Crack...'

The door opened, and Ling Qingxuan came out of the main **** space.

Looking up, she saw that the coffee table was full of food.

The Lord God showed an indifferent expression.

Xi rubbed his hands without fear of death and said with a smile: "Sir I and the little brat made food for you specially, come and try it?"

In her expectant eyes, Ling Qingxuan tilted her head, "Don't eat."

Food is a burden for her to eat.

The food the two of them worked so hard to cook was directly denied, and Xi cried and chirped, "Just take a bite I cut off my fingers when cutting vegetables."

Ling Qingxuan stretched out his hand, Xi's system was suspended beside him, and looked at Ling Qingxuan aggrievedly.

In fact, it was her system that cut her hand, so No. NN was taken over by the main system again for maintenance.

Ling Qingxuan immediately placed a ban, isolating Xi and the things she made outside.

"Sir? Lord God?" Xi knocked on the door frantically, "You are ruthless, you are cold, humming, people don't like you anymore!"

Ling Qingxuan turned a deaf ear, sitting beside her and flipping through the book.

Feng Jue looked at the door, looked away, and made tea for Ling Qingxuan.

The food was at another table, and Feng Jue also guessed that she would not eat it.

Part of the reason he would do it was to prove to her that he could take care of himself.

Not like before, everything needs her help to prepare.

Take care of yourself so that you don't cause her the most trouble.

Ling Qingxuan touched the cold page, her eyes swaying slightly.

Did the little guy cook?

Come to think of it, she has never eaten.

When he was in the modern plane for three years, she only visited occasionally. Although he prepared meals, she just completed the task and left after checking the plane value.

During the time he came back to the space, she didn't move much.

But now looking at him in a daze, Ling Qingxuan moved her fingers slightly, and a bowl of soup appeared in front of her.

She took a sip, well, not bad.

Put it back immediately.

Feng Jue was still in a daze, not knowing that Ling Qingxuan had tasted his craft.

He stood aside and came back to his senses, only to see the woman's cold eyes, dyed with a layer of mist, in the fragrance of tea.

"Sir, do you have something you like?"

The hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and Aya Qingxuan shook her head lightly.

As expected.

Feng Jue suddenly knelt down on one knee and looked up at her.

Those childlike eyes seemed to merge with the empty stars above.

"Does the lord know what Aunt Xi likes?"

The teacup was placed on the table, and there was a muffled sound.

The woman's eyes were light, covered with a layer of ice mist.

"..." Xi likes a lot of things, why does the little guy ask that?

In order not to cause trouble, Aya Qingxuan shook her head.

Feng Jue's eyes darkened, "Sir, do you know what I like?"

This Ling Qingxuan knew, she replied: "Bread."

When Feng Jue hadn't learned how to cook, she would sometimes ask her to bring bread back.

Feng Jue shook her head, her thin lips were slightly hooked, a slight smile appeared in her eyes, and the tips of her ears were flushed, "I like..."