Fushu's hands concealed in his wide sleeves were tightly clenched, deep blue eyes filled with turbulent and profound sentiment, and his voice became much lower and dumb, "I was wrong before."

Rong Huang nodded in agreement, "It is true that you are not right."

If it weren't for her feeling that something was wrong later, and thinking of investigating Feng's body, she hadn't thought that Fushu would come to this trick.

It's too treacherous and cunning.

This **** realm is simply inferior to one generation.

"Even if you think I'm not pleasing to your eyes, and I'm not right, there is no need to separate the coexistence of Divine Soul and Feng Xi as one, and add to my obstacles."

Rong Huang put his hands around his chest and closed his small mouth together, mimicking the tone and demeanor that Feng Xi used to teach her on weekdays.

"I remember that I never provoke you, so we won't get along with each other all the time, will you succeed?"

Every time Rong Huang uttered a word, Fushu's complexion became even more ugly.

It wasn't until Rong Huang finished speaking and turned to look at Fushu's face that he realized this.

Rong Huang gave a sigh, stepped forward and stared at Fushu's face, with inquiries in his eyes, "You are obviously damaged by the soul...Isn't it the last time I was beaten?"

Fushu didn't answer this question, but instead took a step forward and grabbed Rong Huang's wrist.

Rong Huang was about to throw away subconsciously, but he held it tighter.

Rong Huang's soft brows frowned tightly, and he didn't struggle anymore, with an expression of "whatever you want, do whatever you want".

"What the **** do you want to do? I know it's my fault to damage your soul, but it was you who provoke me first."

Fushu's pupils trembled lightly, wishing to stretch out his hand to cover Rong Huang's nonsense mouth.

"It's clear that you provoke me first!" Fushu growled out almost hysterically.

Rong Huang: "Huh?"

Fushu tightened his fingers, squeezed Rong Huang's wrist tighter, and chuckled, with helplessness and self-deprecating in the laughter, "It's only the blame for me stalking you when I first saw you, that made me rise up. Thoughts that should be there."

"For so many years, you only have Feng Xi in your eyes. How can anyone be around?!"

Rong Huang: "???"

What the hell?

Isn't this the time to seek revenge and settle the ledger?

Why has it become a large-scale confession scene again?

Rong Huang shook his hand, trying to shake Fushu's hand away.

Fu Shu let go of Rong Huang's hand, his pale and handsome face was weak, "I have appeared in front of you time and time again for various reasons. You will only be harsh to me. When did you give me a good face?"

"Rong Huang, it's been thousands of years, when can you take a look at me?"

Rong Huang: "..." Isn't this king looking at you?

"I am jealous of Feng Xi, jealous that he can get your love."

"At that time I was in Qiu Zhao's body, watching you get close to him, and being special to him, I was really jealous of him!"

"I know he is Feng Xi, so I'm more jealous..." Fu Shu took a heavy breath, waving his sleeves away from the gossip eyes of the gods nearby.

An invisible barrier appeared around Rong Huang and Fushu, even isolating the divine servant sent by the divine emperor to spread the word.

Fushu's fingertips trembled lightly, her tone was dry, and the tail trembling was a little imperceptible, "Rong Huang, I like you, but you never knew it."

"Furthermore, I never care about it."

Rong Huang: "......???"

There was a thunder that shook the sky, and Rong Huang couldn't distinguish the north, south, east and west.

There is some confusion in Rong Huang's head, is it possible that all her previous guesses were wrong?

"No...Stop it, you stopped it!"