Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 1189 Christmas Eve

On the night of Christmas Eve, the two started the following paragraph... a somewhat awkward chat.

__Cold Feng Boliang°: Brother Gucheng, will you give me a present on Christmas Eve?
Mo Gucheng: No
__Cold Feng Boliang°: [crying loudly]
Mo Gucheng: I didn’t even cry
__Cold Feng Boliang°: Does your lord have it?
Mo Gucheng: Yes

__Cold Feng Boliang°: Sure enough, adults are the most important thing in your heart [squinting smile]
__Cold Feng Boliang°: Gossip, what are you going to give?

Mo Gucheng: I don’t know

Mo Gucheng: I haven't thought about it yet
__Cold Feng Boliang°: Sure enough, you still can't do without me hahahaha
__Cold Feng Boliang°: No one around you can understand adults better than me
__Cold Feng Boliang°: I know there is a big shopping mall nearby, when you are free someday, we will go shopping, help you choose a gift for adults, and buy me some by the way [squint smile]
Mo Gucheng: Oh

__Cold Feng Boliang°: So, is this still a promise or a rejection?

__Cold Feng Boliang°: Young Master Mo, give me a correct sentence [laughs and cry]
__Cold Feng Boliang°: If you don't refute, I will take it as your consent?
Mo Gucheng: Yes

__Cold Feng Boliang°: [Laughing and crying][Laughing and crying]
__Cold Feng Boliang°: You are colder online than you are in reality!

__Cold Feng Boliang°: No one can stand you except me

__Cold Feng Boliang°: So you really have to cherish me, do you know! [tears]
__Cold Feng Boliang°: So you also agreed to my gift?

Mo Gucheng: no

Mo Gucheng: But you can send me
Mo Gucheng: I only accept gifts from you alone

Feng Boliang didn't know, although Mo Gucheng's words were indifferent, in fact, it is already very good for him to insist on replying.

In his message box, there are many messages about him not looking back, and being buried on the side to collect ashes.But she was the only friend he would call back and was willing to chat with her.

After half an hour.

The whole street is full of festive atmosphere. There are Christmas trees with unique shapes on both sides of the road. The branches are covered with colorful lights, which are really beautiful.Most of the pedestrians who come and go are in pairs, and there is an unconcealable affection between their gazes.

Shops large and small took advantage of this day to launch holiday specials.The store not only has a lot of products for the occasion, but also gives extra small gifts.The clerk distributing leaflets in front of the store wore a Santa hat with a warm smile on his face.

Christmas is such a contagious holiday.It doesn't even require you to deliberately prepare, as long as you walk on the street at will, you can be in it and blend into it.

Soft music, played through the speakers, lingers in the night.Take a deep breath, the air at night seems to smell of candy.

Feng Boliang stood under the biggest Christmas tree and waited.Tonight, she is wearing a black leather jacket, with a string of rattling chains hanging from the sleeves and collar, and a shiny belt around her waist, paired with a pair of black-bottomed trousers. Mixed with a large number of disorderly white patterns, a cool and fashionable sense emerges spontaneously.

Her hair was dyed a warm reddish-brown, the color of an evening sunset under the Christmas lights.Occasionally, a few strands of violet are highlighted, which adds a bit of charming exotic style to her.

It is still her favorite punk style, and she easily wears a queen style.However, in the atmosphere of Christmas Eve, this "queen" is no longer so fierce and flamboyant, but more like a kind queen who visits in micro clothes and enjoys herself with the people.

Mo Gucheng came from afar.He was wearing a large dark windbreaker, his face was stern, and his facial lines were as clear and sharp as a chisel.Walking all the way, it is like a top model completing the highest-scale catwalk on the runway.

He has a natural demeanor of a king, which doesn't seem to match this kind of urban night scene.But also the same, in the crowd, he is always dazzling enough to be recognized at a glance.

As soon as Feng Baoliang saw him, she couldn't help showing a smile, and quickly walked up to him.

"Brother Gucheng, you are very punctual. I thought you would come to me after you finish your training."

Mo Gucheng glanced at her indifferently, and said lightly: "Since I have promised you, the sooner I start, the sooner I end."

Feng Boliang deliberately complained: "Do you want to be so shameless when you talk? It's rare that I sincerely want to accompany you to choose gifts!"

Mo Gucheng interrupted bluntly: "You just want me to spend Christmas Eve with you. There are so many candidates, why are you looking for me?"

Feng Boliang didn't know whether it was his own delusion or not, when he said "so many candidates", there was a subtle hint of jealousy in his tone.

This discovery made her very happy, she rolled her eyes and teased: "Then let me ask you first, if I don't invite you today, will you want to practice alone again for the festival?"

Mo Gucheng didn't answer, but judging from his expression, "nonsense" was written all over his face.

"So, I am the messenger of peace sent by heaven to save you!" Feng Boliang declared to himself, "I must take you to spend an unforgettable Christmas Eve, and let you know what a holiday is!" , she directly took his arm and led him towards the nearby shopping mall.

Mo Gucheng glanced at the two people's arms, and there was a strange fluctuation in his eyes, but surprisingly he didn't resist, and let her lead the way.

Soon, the two arrived in front of the mall.There are greeters presenting crystal apples to the guests who step in one by one.

The apple is actually made of plastic, but it looks crystal clear, which is very popular with customers.

"Why are you handing out apples?" Seeing that Feng Baoliang took it, Mo Gucheng took the other one without hesitation.However, he really doesn't like this kind of fancy gadgets.

"Because Apple and Ping'an are homophonic, eating Ping'an fruit on Christmas Eve is also to pray for good luck for the whole year ahead." Feng Boliang dutifully explained to him.Then, she handed her apple in front of him again.

"Come on, let's exchange. In the coming year, you come to bless me, and I will bless you too."

Mo Gucheng glanced at Apple coldly, and said something unsightly: "I don't think you can protect me."

Anyway, he was always like this, coldly speaking heart-warming words, Feng Boliang got used to being hurt by him.And only she knows that although this arrogant genius always resists everyone's approach with indifference, his tenderness and concern for the most important people are also covered up under these indifference. down.

There was also a card hanging on the apple. Many guests did not leave immediately after receiving the apple, but wrote something on the card nearby.Seeing that Mo Gucheng seemed suspicious, Feng Boliang took the initiative to explain:

"Write the name of the important person on it, and then hang the apple on the Christmas tree, so that you can pray for the blessing of the gods for him. Let's also write the name and pray for our relatives and friends."

Mo Gucheng just gave her a cold look: "Do you also believe this kind of thing?"

In his opinion, praying to illusory gods is vain, and only when he truly becomes stronger and has enough ability to protect those he cares about is the most important thing!
"Sincerity makes spirit." Feng Baoliang said so, and started to write.

Although Mo Gucheng really disdains this kind of pediatrics, but seeing her serious look, she can't help but think of it. During the team trial, she was sitting by the candlelight so seriously, designing a strategy for the team to turn defeat into victory.

Obviously, he always looks cynical, but when he is serious, he has some real skills.This kind of her really made me appreciate it.

Blessed One... After a brief hesitation, Mo Gucheng also picked up the pen and began to write stroke by stroke on the card.

There were very few people worthy of his attention, and after those few names, he paused for a moment and wrote the name of the girl beside him.

For some reason, looking at that name, for the first time, he felt a bit guilty like a thief.Carefully turned the card around, turned the side with the words inward, as if afraid that she would find out what he wanted.

"Who did you write?" Over there, Feng Boliang also wrote the name, and immediately became very interested in his card, "Show me too."

Mo Gucheng immediately took the apple away, with an awkward expression on his face: "It won't work after reading it."

Feng Boliang thought it was funny, and deliberately teased him: "Don't you not believe this?"

Mo Gucheng put on a serious face: "Sincerity makes spirit."

Finally, the two finally stopped pursuing each other's cards, and both gathered around the door of the store, and began to hang the apples with the cards written on the Christmas tree.

In the eyes of the onlookers, the two of them at this time were completely a pair of well-matched young couple.The handsome men and the beautiful women complement each other, which is simply too seductive.

After this episode, the two officially started shopping in the mall.

Mo Gucheng didn't understand why Feng Boliang had so much energy.She seemed to be very happy all the time, and every time she visited a booth, she would pick and choose with great interest.For her, it seems that there is never anything to worry about, no one will make her lose her smile, no one will make her feel the malice of the world.

It is normal for someone who grew up in a place like Jiuyou Temple to be as gloomy as Feng Qiwu, but she...she seems to have never experienced that kind of cruel competition. A purest childlike innocence.But it's not just the simplicity of knowing nothing about the darkness, but even if you see the deepest darkness, you can still smile again at the next moment.Such an age, such a state of mind, is really rare.

Maybe it was the special atmosphere of Christmas Eve, or maybe it was the feeling that was aroused when writing the card, Mo Gucheng's heart actually softened a lot this night.

When he passed a shelf of health products, he stopped and looked at all kinds of supplements.

"Why, buy supplements for Liangcheng?" Feng Boliang knew him a lot, and now he could see through his heart with a single glance, "Not bad, I finally look like a good brother!"

"...I just don't want to be brought into the trending searches by his illness again." The signboard from Mo Gucheng said something different.

"Did you also watch his previous public welfare reality show?" Feng Boliang easily seized the loophole, "He performed really well in that show. He is no longer a kid following you. He has truly become an independent businessman. And his personality charm has also changed many people inside and outside the show. How about this time, don't say that your brother has embarrassed you?"

Mo Gucheng's face froze, and he looked away unnaturally: "He is so old, if he still hasn't improved at all, then he is really a useless person."

Holding the two boxes of supplements he had chosen—one for his father and the other for his younger brother—Mo Gucheng walked ahead, as if he didn't want to continue this topic.

Feng Boliang sighed intentionally: "Oh, you are a real person, you are always so dishonest. It is more difficult for you to admit that Liangcheng is excellent, or that I am beautiful?"

Mo Gucheng's face twitched for a while, and finally said: "It's even harder for you to shut up."

Just talking and laughing like this, the two also walked around the shopping mall for half a circle, and now they came to a beverage store to drink milk tea.

The two sat in the corner, neither attracting attention nor being disturbed by others.Feng Baoliang fiddled with the jade slips on her own, and what she said surprised Mo Gucheng.

"Brother Gucheng, do you want to talk to your lord?"

Then, without waiting for Mo Gucheng to respond, she directly initiated a video call application to the other end.

"Hi, how are you, my lord?" Facing the god admired by the whole world, Feng Boliang's reaction at this time was like a girl taking a photo on her head, waving her hand at the screen and making a playful V letter.Seeing Mo Gucheng watching from the side, his eyebrows trembled.

"Well, what's the matter with Liangzi?" Jiang Jinkong replied to the camera while taking care of another "older child" beside him.

Ruan Yu was leaning on him, competing with him for the dominance of the camera, and sometimes imitating Feng Boliang, posing cutely in front of the screen with a V.

Feng Boliang smiled "I understand", and couldn't wait to throw out the routine she just thought of: "My lord, I hope I'm the last one to say happy holidays to you today."

Every year on Christmas Eve, even if Jiang Jinkong is not on the continent of the spirit world, he will definitely chat with Feng Boliang.And this little girl would design some strange traps for him every year, although he would always go back in the end - Jiang Jinkong had long been accustomed to this, and replied cooperatively: "Why?"

Feng Boliang smiled proudly: "Recently I learned a new word called 'serial position effect', which means that in a series of things you come into contact with, the ones at the beginning and the end are often the ones that leave the deepest impression on you. .So if I can’t grab the first one, I’ll grab the last one.”

"For example, do you remember who was the first person to give you blessings this morning? I don't remember, but you must remember that it is me who is blessing you now! This is, although I have not participated in your past, but I want to take over your future."

As she said that, Feng Boliang skillfully used gestures to show her heart, and she was very familiar with flirting.

Jiang Jinkong nodded amusedly: "Well, you are still the last one for the time being, but I can't say whether you can keep it going."

At this time, the camera on Feng Boliang's side shifted slightly, and Mo Gucheng hurriedly bowed and saluted as soon as he entered the camera: "My lord!"

Jiang Jinkong smiled triumphantly at Feng Baoliang: "Now you are not the last one."

(End of this chapter)