The Domineering King of the Netherworld and His Sweetheart

322. Help Me Beat Him Up!

Translator: 飞弹

Time passed in the blink of an eye.

When Feng Ling and Ming Qingyu waked up from their cultivation, several faces suddenly appeared in front of them, especially the one of Feng Xi who was blinking.

Decades had passed and Feng Xi was still the same as when they came in. The delicate face made him still look like an overgrown boy. Although they had been living in seclusion, they knew about Feng Xi’s movements in the Small World that he had almost left his footprints all over the world.

However, the most annoying thing was that his cultivation level was still growing quickly like theirs.

Feng Xi was jealous of them, but they also envied Feng Xi, and even they were more envious than Feng Xi. Although the main reason for his soaring cultivation level was the fire root which had been refined by him, it was still part of his capability. They had long heard that Feng Xi was the one who got the fire root.

“Little Ling, Little Yu, you guys are finally awake. I thought you were going to become statues,” Feng Xi grabbed Feng Ling’s and Ming Qingyu’s hands and blinked at them as if he was really worried about them.

The corner of Feng Ling’s mouth twitched. He could finally understand the feeling of Ice Qilin.

Ming Qingyu abruptly pulled his hand out of Feng Xi’s grip and patted his clothes, “You can call me Qingyu, but please don’t call me Little Yu.”

“But Little Yu sounds quite friendly,” Feng Xi pouted and looked at him resentfully as if he had been wronged.

Ming Qingyu glanced at the group behind him, “I’m not your pet.”

Feng Xi was sad, “I’ve always treated you as my friend.”

Ming Qingyu wasn’t swayed by it. He had seen too many of Feng Xi’s tricks and had already become immune to them, “If you treat me as your friend, please don’t call me with such a childish title. I’m different from them.” Then he glanced meaningfully at Butterball, God of Books and the others.

Everyone was angry but didn’t dare to say anything.

Feng Xi blinked and said, “But I don’t think it’s childish at all.”

The corners of Ming Qingyu’s eyes twitched, “That you don’t think it is childish doesn’t mean that others also don’t think it is childish. Since you treat me as your friend, you should at least respect my wishes and not give me a nickname that I don’t like without my permission.”

Feng Xi didn’t want to give up and asked again, “Do you really dislike it?”

Ming Qingyu nodded with certainty, “I believe no one will like it.”

“Alright then, I won’t call you Little Yu anymore,” Feng Xi compromised, then he said, “By the way, there are ten days left before the one-hundred-year competition. I’m going out. What about you? Do you still want to stay in the Small World?”

“Is there only ten days left? Then we will also go out, if we continue to practice, it will not work anyway. Just prepare before the competition arrives.”

Feng Xi’s compromise made Feng Ling, God of Books and the others feel strange because they had never seen Feng Xi compromise in terms of addressing others. Even if the other party was unwilling, he would always use his favorite name when calling others, so they were really surprised by Feng Xi’s compromise.

But at this moment, everyone heard Feng Xi’s shout.

“Little Ling, Little Qingyu, are you ready? Let’s leave the Small World now.”

Ming Qingyu was silent.

Everyone else was also speechless. Sure enough, it was impossible for him to compromise!

As soon as Feng Xi left the Small World, he immediately left them behind and ran to King of the Netherworld. Ming Qingyu wanted to talk with him about the nickname, but before he could speak, Feng Xi had run away. Looking at the others holding back their laughter, Ming Qingyu finally couldn’t be calm. He finally knew why Feng Ling and the others didn’t interject when Feng Xi talked to him in the Small World. It turned out that they had already known that things would go on like this.

Well, since he couldn’t act as shamelessly as Feng Xi did, Feng Xi could always hide from him.

Ming Qingyu snorted, then he walked away without a backward glance, being ready to look for his simp and act in pettishly charming manner in front of him!

Sixteen years had passed and Feng Xi had become thirty-six years old in the blink of an eye. Although he once said that he would hold a grander birthday banquet than that of the Princess of the Heaven World, because he went to the Degenerate God Ravine, he couldn’t hold it in time. However, Feng Xi didn’t care about it. What he was looking forward to was still the one-hundred-year competition.

King of the Netherworld raised his head from the desk and as expected, he saw the figure of Feng Xi running in. He could not help but smile dotingly and waved at him, “Xiao Xi, come over!”

Feng Xi immediately ran over happily, then sat onto King of the Netherworld’s lap, revealing a smile and saying sweetly, “Boss!”

King of the Netherworld put down the things in his hand and picked him up, then he put his arm around Feng Xi’s waist and knocked on his nose, “You’ve been playing inside for decades. Now you finally are willing to come out?”

Feng Xi stuck his chest and said without hesitation, “No. I’m really serious about practicing. Look at me now! My cultivation level is so high.”

King of the Netherworld pinched his cheek, feeling it quite pleasant to touch it, which was soft and tender. It seemed that he really grew up in the Small World and he was putting on weight, but… “Xiao Xi, if you spend all your time of larks on your cultivation, your cultivation level will be higher than that, won’t it?”

Feng Xi immediately smiled, “How can I do that? It’s just right to strike a proper balance between work and rest!”

“Where did this sentence come from?” As he listened to the novel words coming out of his sweetheart’s mouth, King of the Netherworld was instantly curious.

Feng Xi smiled and said, “In the dream!”

“In the dream?” King of the Netherworld slightly frowned, “Could it be that you dreamed of it, Xiao Xi?”

“No, in my dream, someone who called himself Papa told me about it when he was chatting with me. He was the Papa I met at Little Sun in the Heaven World.”

All these years, Feng Xi had been in the Small World, but every time he slept, there would always be a shadow in his dream. As the shadow opened his mouth, he would speak non-stop, basically saying how cute Feng Xi used to be or something else. Feng Xi felt that the scene was particularly realistic. Sometimes he even came back at the speaker with some words, and then Papa would scream and hug and kiss him non-stop. If he weren’t in the dream, Feng Xi would have suspected that his face was covered in saliva.

But sometimes another shadow would also appear. It was a very contradictory person. Sometimes he felt it looked like fire, sometimes like ice. When he appeared, he immediately carried the man called Papa back domineeringly and he would glared at Feng Xi before leaving.

“Xiao Xi, do you want to know who they are?” King of the Netherworld knew that he must be very curious and had also asked that person, but that person must haven’t made it clear, so Feng Xi never understood what he said and he would think that person was called “Papa”.

“Of course,” Feng Xi nodded quickly.

“He is your biological father. As for Papa, it is the title one called his father in the world he used to live in, which also refers to “father”. As for another man, he is also your father. To be precise, they are all your family members before your previous reincarnation,” King of the Netherworld explained as he recalled.

“Boss, are you saying that they are the parents who gave birth to me?” Although he had got himself all psyched up for it, Feng Xi was still a little dizzy when his Boss dropped the bombshell. He had no memory of what had happened before his reincarnation at all.

“Yes, your father kicked you into the circle of transmigration before your pervious reincarnation, so you can’t remember them,” King of the Netherworld nodded.

“Why did he kick me into the circle of transmigration?” Feng Xi asked calmly.

“You have to ask them about this,” although King of the Netherworld was knowledgeable, there were still some things that he couldn’t figure out, especially those that were related to the two of them. When he and Feng Xi first met with them in Flower Sea, he had only calculated that Feng Xi had something to do with them. As for the father-son relation, he just knew it later.

“Boss, I want to ask you a question,” Feng Xi thought for a moment and finally said it out.

“Tell me,” the corner of King of the Netherworld’s mouth was curled slightly and the gem on his forehead also twitched, which looked straight ahead of them undetected.

“As for the other man in my dream, the one who carried Papa back, who is more powerful, he or you?” Feng Xi said seriously.

“We are six of one and half a dozen of the other,” King of the Netherworld gave an answer to the point without hesitation.

Feng Xi swallowed hard in an instant, “So, does that mean you perhaps won’t lose to him?”

“What do you want to say?” King of the Netherworld raised his eyebrows, knowing Feng Xi talked with the tongue in cheek.

“I want to say that if I bump into him one day, could you… uh, help me beat him up?” Feng Xi clenched his small fist and gestured for a moment. He pondered for a moment before changing his words, “It doesn’t matter even if you can’t win. You just need to beat him up with a few punches.”

“Do you want to revenge yourself on him?” King of the Netherworld grinned as his eyes narrowed.

“Of course, I just want to take my revenge on him!” Feng Xi immediately threw back his shoulders, “He actually dared to kick me into the circle of transmigration. I’m sure that I was not willing at that time, so of course, I have to take my revenge.”

King of the Netherworld smiled meaningfully.

Beyond the sky and outside the Three Worlds, a man was was gnashing his teeth. If it weren’t for another person who held his waist and didn’t let go of him, maybe he would have fly down directly and give Feng Xi a good thrashing first. By then, it would have been uncertain whether Feng Xi would be badly battered about the head and face, let alone take his revenge.

However, these things would just happen in the future and Feng Xi would be busy in the next few days.

The one-hundred-year competition was coming soon. Although it was restricted to players under the age of 1,000 years old, the participants in the competition were still legion. This time, there was also a record entry for this year’s competition. Because there were more participants than before, the God Demon Tower made some changes. It used to be just the individual race, but now it became a team competition.