early morning.

The light white floor tiles reflect the morning sunlight and illuminate this small living room.

The morning dew-laden breeze blew up the curtains, bringing in wisps of fresh air.

On the sofa, Zhou Zheng was sleeping comfortably.

The small figure quietly floated over, stood next to the sofa with his waist pinched, made a fierce expression at Zhou Zheng, then looked down at him for a while, showing a slightly sly smile.

A little golden light burst out from her fingers and turned into the shape of two cotton plugs, blocking Zhou Zheng's ears.

Then he slowly squatted down, like a thief, and began to clean up the somewhat messy carpet.

After a while, the room returned to cleanliness, and Ao Ying flew to the kitchen with a tap of her toes, and skillfully lit the stove.

Zhou Zheng was awakened by the smell of poached eggs.

He opened his eyes and subconsciously looked at the dining table next to the sofa, and sure enough he saw several waves of rising heat.

"Miss Ao?"

Zhou Zheng called softly.

He opened his eyes and didn't notice the little guy's presence, so he searched the room and stopped at the frosted glass door of the bathroom.

Do gods also need to take a bath?

Zhou Zheng blinked and suddenly thought of a more serious question.

Although she was a real dragon in her previous life, she is now a small fish. Will she suffocate if she stays out of water for too long?

Click.

The bathroom door opened, and Ao Ying wiped her long hair and slowly came out.

When wiping her hair, her slender figure tilted slightly, making her snow-white neck look even longer.

And when she held up her hair with bare hands, turned it around a few times on the back of her head, and inserted a hosta diagonally into it, the freshness of a girl and the femininity of a woman perfectly blended in her body.

"How could my husband... look at me like this..."

Zhou Zheng coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment, patted his thighs and stood up, pretending that nothing happened and walked to the dining table.

Breakfast is relatively light, which suits Zhou Zheng's taste.

He ate silently, thinking about the chat between the dog and himself last night, and didn't know how to start the conversation.

Ao Ying sat obediently to the side, holding her chin with her two little hands, and would inadvertently look at Zhou Zheng, as if she wanted to see something magical in his face.

"Don't you need to eat?" Zhou Zheng simply had nothing to say.

"I've been inedged," Ao Ying said softly, "You can eat it or not."

Zhou Zheng nodded clearly, like an old scholar who was proficient in spiritual practice.

Deep down in my heart, I believed Xiaoyue's words even more.

He thought of the questions he was most interested in last night, such as how strong the Immortal is? Are there any reference units for combat strength?

Can ordinary people become immortals through practice?

What kind of spell is needed to be as powerful as Blue Star's high-destructive power?

And the question he is most concerned about - can the immortals get large meteorites and throw them at Blue Star from outer space? That thing is the most powerful!

But these thousands of words poured out of my mouth, and finally they converged into one sentence:

"How was your rest last night?"

"Um……"

Ao Ying groaned a few times, pursed her lips and smiled: "How should I say, this is the first time in recent years that I fell asleep."

Zhou Zheng was a little surprised: "Do you usually have such severe insomnia?"

"Do you, husband, care about me?"

Ao Ying's eyes were sparkling.

Zhou Zheng's hands shook and he almost lost his grip on the chopsticks: "Just call me Zhou Zheng! If you want to be happy, hey, just call me Xiao Zhou!"

Ao Ying chuckled.

Small white flowers bloomed around her palm-sized face.

Zhou Zheng looked up at Ao Ying and hesitated slightly: "That..."

"Um?"

Ao Ying immediately put down the recipe in her hand and listened attentively, with a well-behaved, dignified, virtuous and sensible expression.

Zhou Zheng said: "Did you hear the conversation between me and instructor Xiaoyue last night?"

"Uh, this... Husband, look over there! There is a monster!"

"Hey! Explain yourself clearly first!"

Ao Ying turned around and was about to fly away. A big hand grabbed her collar and pulled her back like a kite.

She is so light.

"Speak clearly first!"

Zhou Zheng's expression was extremely serious.

After a while, Ao Ying sat in the dining chair and explained hesitantly: "In short, my husband can be regarded as, my family may have some influence, um! The person behind the super consortium!"

Super consortium...

"Have you read too many articles about the domineering president?" Zhou Zheng's forehead was covered with black lines.

"Hehe, I've only seen a little bit. I still have to practice."

Ao Ying cleared her throat, put away the coquettishness that she had inadvertently shown just now, and said seriously:

"The husband of Mr. Xiaoyue is trustworthy. He has not deceived me at all, but he is wrong in one thing... I did not run away secretly. The eldest sister in the family knows my whereabouts. We are not related by blood in the previous life.

, and she will not interfere with my decision."

Zhou Zheng nodded slightly, feeling relieved.

Finally, we can temporarily rule out the possibility of calling the police from Dragon Palace.

That’s not right either. Who should Dragon Palace call the police?

Do gods also have law enforcement agencies?

Zhou Zheng muttered: "I still don't understand why the guardian of this place is...a very cute dog."

"Husband, I am a magical dog."

Ao Ying kept chuckling and explained:

"The Tengu clan does not cultivate the human form. Master Xiaoyue himself is very powerful. He and the two fairies, Ice and Fire, are responsible for guarding the twelve city clusters near the East China Sea. Longchen City is their base camp.

"There are still many harmless little demons here who have taken refuge in the Futian Alliance, but they are all concentrated outside the main city.

"I also heard from my eldest sister that there is a big shot hidden in the Twelve Cities on the East China Sea, but the other party's divine dragon has not seen its head and tail, and my eldest sister has only been vaguely aware of the other party's charm."

Big shot?

Zhou Zheng didn't know why.

When he thought about the questions he was going to ask next, he felt a little uneasy for no reason, but after thinking about it carefully, Zhou Zheng still asked himself:

"So what do you think of what I talked about with Master Xiaoyue yesterday?"

Ao Ying pursed her lips, stared, and said through gritted teeth: "One day, I will definitely add the character Zhou in front of my last name!"

"Cough! Cough cough cough!"

Zhou Zheng almost choked to death on his own saliva.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this. When the banshee came, you also saved me once, so all the debts are settled."

He asked again: "How old is Ms. Ao now?"

This is a problem that suffocates fish.

Ao Ying murmured: "If we include the previous life, I am 3625 years and six months old, and my husband's fate will directly rank in the immortal class."

"That doesn't count as a past life?" Zhou Zheng's expression gradually became serious.

Ao Ying's eyes were evasive and her words were vague: "In this life, I am... after all, I am over fifteen years old..."

"Well, he should be less than fifteen years old."

"But I still have the memory of my previous life. From a personality perspective, I am indeed a god of more than 3,000 years old! Of course, this is very young."

Zhou Zheng pondered for a few times: "Ao Ying, although I know this is a bit pedantic, I still want to say that you are still at an age where you are protected by the law."

"But I am a god."

Ao Ying's voice became lower and lower, and she didn't dare to look directly at Zhou Zheng.

But mostly shy.

Zhou Zheng’s eyes became more and more profound:

"We have to talk about this.

"I can make you a promise first. If you like it and your family agrees, you can stay with me forever.
To be continued...