Evil God, Love Me Tender

"However, Mu Jiu, your skin is really white. You can't be a girl, right …"

Feng Chenlang hesitated for a moment, but he still voiced his thoughts.

Jun Mo Chen and Yin Mo Jiu's reactions were too intense. He had accidentally broken into Yin Mo Jiu's residence several times and was almost chased to death by Jun Mo Chen …

On top of that, Jun Qiyan's exquisite skin was not something an ordinary boy would have. Even the heavy evidence had to indicate that Yin Muju was a woman.

Faced with Feng Chen Lang's doubts, Jun Mo Chen's face turned pale. Normally, Feng Chen Lang wouldn't change his expression, but he revealed the truth at the most crucial moment.

"Since you've already said this, I'll tell you the truth." Jun Qiyan sighed with a look of helplessness.

Feng Chenlang pricked up his ears, waiting for Jun Qiyan's reply.

But Jun Qiyan's next words caused his eyes to widen involuntarily.

"Actually, I like men."

Jun Qiyan sighed with a look of helplessness.

In a place no one noticed, a trace of craftiness flashed through Jun Qiyan's eyes. She couldn't be the one lying!

She was a daughter of a noble family, so of course she liked men.

Jun Mo Chen was stunned at the side. It took him only three seconds to understand the girl's intention; he smiled and shook his head with a doting look in his eyes.

Feng Chenlang's eyes widened to the size of bells and even started to stutter when he spoke:

"You, what did you say?!"

Feng Chenlang seemed to have realized something as he tenaciously protected his collar as if he would lose his virginity in the next second.

"I know I'm very handsome, but let me tell you, I'm straight!"

When Jun Qianyan saw Feng Chenlang's nervous expression, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He sized up Feng Chenlang's body from head to toe.

It had to be said that Feng Chenlang definitely had the qualifications to make thousands of young girls go crazy. However, ever since Jun Qiyan had seen the beautiful face of the Ninth Elder, Feng Chenlang had become a person of no worth.

"Brother Lang, you … you won't despise me, will you?"

Jun Qiyan bit her lips as if she would cry in the next second.

Feng Chenlang frowned deeply, as if he was trying to comfort Jun Qianyan by patting her on the shoulder.

Although he wasn't obsessed with Long Yang, he didn't discriminate against homosexuals. To him, falling in love with two people had nothing to do with gender.

Seeing Jun Qiyan's pitiful appearance, he knew that this kid must have suffered a lot in the past.

In the past, Jun Mo Chen had always stopped him from going to Jun Qiyan's room, so Feng Chenlang naturally thought that it was to protect Jun Qiyan's dignity.

Thinking up to this point, Feng Chenlang couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for Jun Feiyan. He reached out his hand and pulled the small hand in front of him into his bosom.

"Don't worry. If you follow Brother Lang in the future, I won't let you suffer any grievances!"

Feng Chenlang said with a grand and imposing manner.

Since the last time the little shota had been bitten by a snake, the relationship between Jun Qiyan and the little shota had clearly grown closer.

Year in and year out, Jun Qiyan was inseparable from him.

"I say, little brat, you're already so old, why are you still acting like a little shadow?" Feng Chen Lang poked the little shota's bun face as he said with a smile.

Ever since he came, this child had never shown him any good looks, and apart from Yin Muju, he had also ignored everyone else.

"Muk Jiu, you have a good temper. If it was me, I would have kicked him to the side a long time ago."

Feng Chen Lang looked at the little shota in front of him who was not even at his thighs, and said with slight disdain.

When the little shota heard his words, his delicate facial features wrinkled like a bun. His large, watery eyes were filled with fear, as if he was afraid that Jun Qianyan would abandon him.

Jun Qianyan was not disturbed by Feng Chen Lang's words. He looked at him with a spurious smile, and leisurely said, "Why do you want to be thrown out?!"

Feng Chenlang smiled: "Mu Jiu, you are too heartless. Could it be that I can't compare to this little brat?"

Feng Chenlang said angrily.

Jun Qiyan's long and shapely eyebrows creased slightly. He pondered for a moment before heavily nodding his head.

Feng Chen Lang: "…"

Behind Feng Chen Lang, the little shota's eyes flashed with a trace of viciousness.

At night, while Feng Chen was still half asleep, he pulled up his pants in an attempt to be convenient.

"Sasha …" A gust of cold wind blew from behind Feng Chen Lang. Feng Chen Lang couldn't help but shiver. This was the Howling Forest; danger could befall him at any time.

Feng Chen Lang, who was used to being on high alert, was completely awake. He anxiously observed his surroundings, but nothing else could be seen.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle."

The cold wind blew again this week, and the weird sound became even more obvious. A dark flame suddenly appeared in the surroundings.

The darkness suddenly disappeared and was replaced by flames and wails on the ground. Not far away, a near hundred-year-old wife stood on a bridge, holding a bowl of soup in her hand.

Beside the bridge stood three large words: "Bridge of Helplessness."

Countless dark-red flowers bloomed around the bridge. They were extremely alluring, and seemed to have the ability to charm people. Feng Chen Lang recognized that they were the Resurrection Lily …

The Resurrection Lily, the Bridge of Helplessness, Grandma Meng …

Feng Chenlang's pupils constricted. He, he, he's dead?!

Feng Chen Lang looked around at his surroundings and couldn't help but scream.

Ah!" The scene before his eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant. Feng Chen swallowed his saliva. He felt that he must have gone crazy.

Feng Yunlang's uncontrollable shout had successfully woken Jun Qiyan and Jun Mo Chen. The seriously angry Jun Qianyan, who had just woken up, glared angrily at the frightened Feng Chenlang.

She gritted her teeth as she said, "Feng Chenlang, you better know what happened to you. Otherwise, I'll definitely let you …"

Before Jun Qianyan could finish his words, Feng Chen took a big stride forward, wanting to pounce on Jun Qianyan. When Jun Mo Chen saw this, he hastily stopped Feng Yunlang, who had lost control of his emotions.

"Mo Chen, have I already died? If not, why would I still be able to see you two when I'm dead?" Feng Chenlang muttered to himself.

Jun Mo Chen suppressed his anger as he looked at the person before him with a smile that wasn't a smile. No matter how good his temper was, he was still displeased to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"I don't know if you died just now, but now you are dead for sure."

"No, that's not it. I just saw the Bridge of Helplessness and Grandma Meng holding a bowl of soup and smiling at me."

Jun Mo Chen and Jun Qiyan's brows were knitted tightly, as if Feng Chen Lang had a nightmare and was speaking crazy words.

However, what they didn't notice was that the little shota was smiling at the farce in front of them, as if everything was within his expectations.