My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 149: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (End)
Chang Yu said coldly: "You can't find him, he has been killed by me."

Chu Zhizhi paused and asked, "What did you say?"

"Didn't you say you hated his pestering? So I killed him."

Chu Zhizhi was stiff and pale. She took two steps back and then she said hysterically, "Let me out! You murderer!"

"You can't get out." Chang Yu said calmly: "I can't get out either."

The moon is dim and the stars are sparse, and the autumn night is bone-chillingly cold.

Fusheng took off his robe and put it on Chu Xiang, wrapping her tightly. Chu Xiang could of course choose to sit in the carriage and rest. It would take some time to get back, which was enough time for her to take a nap, but she couldn't sleep and insisted on sitting outside to accompany Fusheng who was driving the carriage.

They all wanted to go back quickly, pick up Xiaoman, and explain things to Chu Xiang's parents. Then they could return to the dilapidated Taoist temple and live a simple life like before.

Chu Xiang leaned against Fu Sheng's side, raised her eyes and asked: "Aren't you cold?"

"I'm not cold." Fusheng grabbed the reins, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Xiangxiang, don't worry, I won't get sick."

His red eyes were curved, and his white hair outlined the arc of the wind. In the bright moonlight, he was the mountain elf or wild monster in the eyes of others, but he was the dreamlike one that Chu Xiang wanted to capture.

She hugged Fusheng's arms, pressed closely against him, and absorbed the non-existent warmth from him.

When did they start to like relying on each other so much?

Neither of them could come up with an answer.

But Fusheng knew that it was Chu Xiang who suddenly broke into his world that changed everything.

He had children and a family. He, who was originally alone, was no longer just the plague god of evil in the eyes of others, nor was he a scary ghost, nor was he the culprit who caused the corpses everywhere two hundred years ago.

He has other identities: a husband, a father, and an ordinary person.

Fusheng regained contact and concern with the world that had abandoned him, so he didn't know at what time period he was able to step out of the forest that had imprisoned him for many years, and after many years, he saw the prosperity of the world again.

Fusheng was always a simple and harmless existence in Chu Xiang's eyes, but he was not as good as she thought. He also wanted to kill people and take revenge, especially the people in this city. The reason why they could live like this was because their ancestors passed all their illnesses on to him.

Fusheng has endured so much pain that his body and soul have become distorted.

Back then, the Taoist priest said that sacrificing one person could save the people of a city.

But why should he be the one to be sacrificed?
Isn't he also one of the countless people?

Why can these people be happy?
Fusheng walked in the city holding Xiaoman, blending into the surrounding hustle and bustle. His face hidden under the cloak was expressionless, only the bloodshot color in his eyes became increasingly intense.

He only needed to lightly cut his finger, and a drop of blood would spread in the wind, and people all over the city would be infected with the disease and die in pain.

Xiaoman tugged at the corner of his clothes, pointed at the vendor's candied haws, and kept making "ah ah" sounds.

He is still too young, and everything before him is new and exciting. He has not seen enough of this big world.

After a long time, the coldness on Fusheng's body disappeared without a trace. He wiped the saliva from Xiaoman's mouth, took out the pocket money his wife had left for him, and bought a string of candied haws for Xiaoman.

The crisis in the city, unknown to everyone, disappeared just because Chu Xiaoman wanted to eat a string of candied haws.

Long ago, Fusheng was a monster in the blood pool. During the days and nights that Chang Yu watched over him, he kept a close eye on Chang Yu's existence day after day, leaving a "mark" on Chang Yu's body that he himself didn't know about. So when Chang Yu appeared in the Chu Mansion, Fusheng immediately sensed it.

Just as Fusheng said before, he didn't want to be separated from Chu Xiang, and would never be separated from her. Chang Yu had to bring a group of people with him and would move more slowly, so Fusheng could set up traps in advance on the path he had to take.

Fusheng has absorbed the foul energy of so many people. He only needs to make a slight move, and the fake town shrouded in negative emotions can easily make Chang Yu make an out-of-control choice.

The moment Chang Yu killed Pei Yuzhou out of inexplicable jealousy, his hands were stained with blood. He was burdened with a sinful debt and was immersed in the foul aura, and could only be deeply trapped in it.

Fusheng seemed to be supposed to be happy, but strangely, at the moment of his so-called successful revenge, he was neither happy nor sad, all his emotions were dull.

All the hatred and pain from the past seemed to have simply become a part of his past, as simple as a fall in the past that he could not remember. All the memories that still existed in his mind were no longer important.

"Floating life."

He heard someone calling his name, like a gentle breeze blowing, creating ripples on the spring water. His eyes caught the presence of the person beside him, and a feeling of joy suddenly surged in his body, turning into a breeze, making his gem-like eyes sparkle.

Whenever Chu Xiang looked into his eyes, especially when she looked into his smiling eyes, her heart couldn't help but soften. She leaned forward and lay in his arms. They hugged each other in the cold night, and although both of them had low body temperatures, they suddenly warmed up.

She said, “You know, I like you.”

Fusheng lowered his head, rubbed her face, and smiled softly, "Yeah, I know."

He liked to be intimate with her from time to time, as if they were small animals in the woods, expressing his dependence and joy when words were scarce.

Chu Xiang reached out and touched the top of his head, his eyes curved and his smile bright, "So when we go back and fight a tough battle, don't be afraid."

"Hard battle" is just an exaggeration, but for Fusheng, returning to the Chu family is almost the same as going to the battlefield.

In the short time since he returned to the world, he had come to feel the importance of parental orders to their daughter's marriage.

Fusheng was nervous in advance, his body was stiff, his face was already pale, and now it was even paler than a corpse.

Chu Xiang thought it was funny, but she couldn't bear to see him so scared, so she held his hand that was tightly holding the corner of his clothes, "Don't worry, I'm here."

She said: "Not only me, but also Xiaoman and Fusheng, we are all on your side."

For some reason, Fu Sheng inexplicably felt a burning sensation spreading throughout his body. His body suddenly became very heavy, but not uncomfortable. He covered his burning eyes with one hand, as if trying to hide his ears and steal the bell, not wanting her to see this embarrassing scene.

Even when Chu Xiang gave birth to Xiaoman, he couldn't help crying by her bedside. She laughed at him for a long time, but she didn't remember it. He didn't want her to laugh at him again in the future.

Chu Xiang pretended not to notice his embarrassment and leaned in his arms. He bent his back, put one hand on her back, and the other hand behind her head, with his chin resting on the top of her head, as if he was trapping her with almost his entire body, holding her tightly inside.

Chu Xiang enjoyed the inseparable feeling of being "restrained", grabbed a strand of his white hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, and said with a smile: "Not afraid anymore?"

He shook his head slightly and replied in a low voice: "No."

"That's good, let's go back quickly, Xiaoman must be missing us, you miss Xiaoman too, right?"

Fusheng pursed his lips and raised them slightly, "Yes."

Reluctance, longing, and satisfaction.

No longer a lonely "monster", I finally understood the meaning of family.