C42 Heteropyrexia(6)

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

Feng Chenlang hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still voiced out his thoughts.

It had to be said that Jun Mochen and Yin Mujiu's reactions were just too intense. He had accidentally barged into Yin Mujiu's residence several times, and was almost chased to death by Jun Mochen ?

In addition, Jun Qiran's exquisite skin was not something an ordinary boy would have. Even the heavy evidence had to show that Yin Mujiu was a woman.

In the face of Feng Chenlang's doubts, Jun Mochen's face turned pale. This Feng Chenlang, normally did not change his attitude, yet at the most critical moment, he revealed the truth with a single sentence.

"Since you've already said this, I'll tell you the truth." Jun Qiran sighed, as if he had no other choice.

Feng Chenlang pricked up his ears and waited for Jun Qiran's reply.

But Jun Qiran's next words caused him to uncontrollably widen his eyes.

"Actually, I like men."

Jun Qiran sighed, with a look of helplessness.

In a place where no one was aware, a trace of craftiness flashed across Jun Qiran's eyes.

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

Jun Mochen was startled, in just three seconds, he realised what the girl was thinking. He shook his head with a smile, a doting look in his eyes.

Feng Chenlang's eyes were opened so wide that they were as big as bells, and even when he spoke, he started to stutter:

"You, what did you say?!"

Feng Chenlang seemed to have realized something as he protected his collar with all his might, 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!"

Looking at Feng Chenlang's nervous expression, Jun Qiran didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He sized up Feng Chenlang's body.

It had to be said that Feng Chenlang definitely had the ability to make tens of thousands of girls go crazy, but ever since Jun Qiran saw her Ninth Master's beautiful face, people like her became nothing.

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

Jun Qiran bit his lips, as if he would cry in the next second.

Feng Chenlang frowned, as though he was comforted by her words and patted his 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 Qiran's pitiful look, he knew that this brat must have suffered a lot in the past.

As for the reason why Jun Mochen had kept stopping him from going to Jun Qiran's room in the past, was naturally because Feng Chenlang wanted to protect his dignity.

Thinking to this point, Feng Chenlang couldn't help but feel an extreme pain for Jun Qiran.

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

Feng Chenlang looked extremely heroic.

Since the last time the little shota was bitten by a snake, the relationship between Jun Qiran and the little shota had clearly become closer.

Every year, he would even be close to Jun Qiran.

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

Ever since he came here, this child had never given him a good look, and paid no attention to anyone other than Yin Mujiu.

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

Feng Chenlang said somewhat disdainfully as he looked at the little shota in front of him that had not even reached his thighs.

When the little shota heard this, his exquisite facial features wrinkled like a bun. His pair of big, lively eyes were filled with fear, as if he was afraid that Jun Qiran would abandon him.

Jun Qiran was not disturbed by Feng Chenlang. With a smile that was not a smile, he glanced at him 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 brat?"

Feng Chenlang said angrily.

Jun Qiran frowned slightly. He pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Feng Chenlang, "..."

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

At night, while Feng Chenlang was half asleep, he tried to pull up his pants to make it convenient.

"Sasha ?" A cold wind blew from Feng Chenlang's back, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. This was the Forest of Wailing, where danger could befall at any time.

Feng Chenlang, who was used to being on high alert, was able to observe his surroundings nervously when it came to timing and sleep. However, after exiting the darkness, there was nothing else.

"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 enchanting, as though they had the ability to enchant people's hearts, Feng Chenlang could recognise that it was the Resurrection Lily.

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

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

Feng Chenlang looked at his surroundings and could not 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 Chenlang's uncontrollable shouts had successfully woken Jun Qiran and Jun Mochen up, while Jun Qiran who was seriously out of bed was angrily looking at Feng Chenlang who was still in a state of shock.

She gnashed her teeth and said: "Feng Chenlang, it's best if something happens to you, otherwise I'll definitely make you ?"

Before Jun Qiran could finish speaking, Feng Chenlang wanted to leap onto Jun Qiran's body. Seeing this, Jun Mochen anxiously stopped Feng Chenlang who had lost control of his emotions.

"Mo Chen, am I already dead? Why would I still be able to see you two when I'm dead?" Feng Chenlang muttered to himself.

Jun Mochen suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at the person in front of him with a smile that was not a smile. No matter how good his temper was, being woken up in the middle of the night, he still felt a little unhappy:

"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 Mochen and Jun Qiran frowned, thinking that Feng Chenlang had a nightmare and was spouting nonsense.

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.