“Chengnuo! Xiao Chengnuo!”



Seeing the charred and blackened cars in flames, Zou Chen only felt a stinging pain in his eyes, and the warm liquid was about to gush out immediately.

Liar! Liar! What did you say about waiting for him?

He was about to lunge at the blaze with his red eyes wide open but was held back forcefully by the bodyguard who arrived in time.

The crowd was chattering, and the bodyguards were constantly talking in his ear, but Zou Chen couldn’t hear anything. He only knew that his boy, the boy he loved, was still inside.

It was not easy for him to gain a new life, but now, his heart was pulled out of his body, causing him to curl up in pain.

Just as Zou Chen was on the verge of going mad, he heard someone call out to him.

“Zou Chen.”

The voice was like a clear spring, familiar, making Zou Chen want to shed tears. He turned his head to look with a head of disheveled hair. Qing Yun was standing behind him with a white shirt, and the jacket he had picked out for this morning hung at the crook of his arm.

He was fine.

Zou Chen broke away from the bodyguards behind him and walked over. He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the young man’s warm cheek with a gentle movement as if he was afraid of shattering a dream.

“You’re fine. You’re okay, right?” Zou Chen asked softly, and when he saw the person in front of him nod, he pounced on him fiercely and wrapped him tightly in his arms.

He cupped Qing Yun’s face and kissed him deeply. It even left bruises on Qing Yun’s cheeks, but it seemed that this was the only way for Zou Chen to feel the pain in his chest dissipate a bit.

“Idiot, I said I’d wait for you.” Qing Yun stroked Zou Chen’s back, speaking as if he hadn’t moved away.

The bodyguard behind came over and reported to Zou Chen, “President, the one who drove up was Xiao Chengzhe.”

Upon hearing that, Zou Chen withdrew his body slightly, but his hands were still clamping down on Qing Yun’s shoulders.

His face was gloomy, and his voice obscure, “Didn’t you say there was no danger!”



“I shouldn’t have let you work it out on your own. You’re not allowed to interfere in Xiao’s affairs from now on!”

“I’m fine, aren’t I?” Qing Yun raised his chin at him and moved his foot as if he had kicked something. He looked down and saw a bag full of pink boxes.

Did this guy empty the stock of someone’s convenience store?

Zou Chen’s eyes were as dark as ink, and he couldn’t see any light at all. He took Qing Yun tightly into his arms, followed his line of sight to the bags on the ground, and said, “These, none of them can be wasted.”

Qing Yun was startled, feeling something terrible…

The Zou Consortium and Ruixin Pharmaceuticals have started their collaborative project, and the world was looking forward to the results of this collaboration.

Although the results have yet to come out, the mystery of Ruixin Pharmaceuticals has been lifted a little. Various aspects of the enterprise have been slowly revealed, such as Zhao Bowen, who has a high status in the academic world among the research team, and then the president of Ruixin Pharmaceuticals, Xiao Chengnuo.

Xiao Chengnuo’s name was not unfamiliar, as Xiao’s Pharmaceuticals was also a slightly famous company. But the strange thing was that Zhao Bowen, who was frequently poached by major research institutes and other companies, not only stayed at Ruixin Pharmaceuticals with all his heart but also repeatedly talked about Xiao Chengnuo in his speech. He had more than a little admiration for him and even mistakenly referred to him as a teacher a few times.

This couldn’t help but make people pay more attention to Xiao Chengnuo.

Yan City’s upper-class society was just those few, and those who had attended Father Xiao’s birthday banquet three years ago were extremely familiar with the name Xiao Chengnuo. But even if they thought highly of Xiao Chengnuo and the Xiao family at that time, it was only because they were involved with Zou Chen.

But now, it is different. Instead of inheriting the family fortune, Xiao Chengnuo, who founded Ruixin Pharmaceuticals on his own, has become a model for the children of wealthy families.

The upper-class society of Yan City is once again in a frenzy of “Xiao Chengnuo”, but unlike three years ago, no one dares to talk about it this time, because after all, neither of the two big bosses can be easily provoked.

Xiao Chengnuo, who has been labeled as “not to be messed with”, has not appeared in the public eye recently.

Because…he can’t get out of bed yet.

This time, it seemed to have struck a nerve with Zou Chen. Zou Chen detained Qing Yun by his side, and even Mother and Father Xiao, who had come to visit, were stopped by him.

He was unwilling to force Qing Yun, not to mention using any illegal means. He took only one measure, and that was to do it.

Qing Yun left him hanging for a week. This time, he pressed Qing Yun to do it on the bed for a whole week, and those things that Zou Chen had bought earlier had already been used up.



Zou Chen took a bowl of porridge and went to the bedside to feed it to Qing Yun. He tensed his face, “From now on, you can only eat the food I feed you and wear the clothes I choose. Everything about you is under my control.”

Xiao Chengzhe’s incident really scared Zou Chen. Now, he regretted why he hadn’t tied Qing Yun up as soon as he met him and took care of any possible danger around him.

Qing Yun swallowed the last mouthful of porridge. He indifferently took the tissue handed over by Zou Chen and wiped his mouth. Then, he leaned against the bed and gently shook the bell on his ankle.

There was a red rope tied around his ankle, and two silver bells hung from it, making his ankle fair as jade. What was even more annoying was that the bells rang so unusually cheerfully at certain times that it was hard to ignore them.

The red rope stretched all the way to the foot of the bed, not knowing where the other end was tied.

Looking at the look on Qing Yun’s face, Zou Chen’s heart struck a nerve. He immediately jumped up and hugged Qing Yun, “You are not allowed to refuse!”

Qing Yun slapped his dog’s head and lifted his eyes with displeasure, “Oh? Really? You try going crazy again?”

“…” Zou Chen was silent. He knew that Qing Yun had been messing with him for a week, which was already considered “spoiled.” Now that the little dark room play had been acquired, he wasn’t as obsessed as he had been in the beginning. If he tried to figure out how to make a scene now, he was afraid that Qing Yun would be angry.

“Well?” Qing Yun raised his chin at him.

Zou Chen crawled numbly to the end of the bed, untied the rope from Qing Yun’s ankles, and then got on his knees to admit his mistake.

“Baby, I was wrong…”

Zou Chen subsided, and only then did Qing Yun have time to digest the energy coming from this world.

The main character is worthy of being the protagonist. A car accident plus an explosion, Xiao Chengzhe was still alive, but with Zou Chen, he’s probably better off dead and comfortable.

Mother Xiao was afraid that Father Xiao would go soft on Xiao Chengzhe’s behalf again, so she put down her harsh words that if Father Xiao helped Xiao Chengzhe even a little bit, they would divorce.

Zou Chen even made information about the black hand that Xiao Chengzhe had played on Xiao Chengnuo over the years and packaged it up to give to Father Xiao so that he could take a good look at what he had raised.

Qing Yun has accompanied Zou Chen in this world for a hundred years, and the reason he didn’t choose to leave in the first place was that he wasn’t sure if he would meet Zou Chen next time. Although he followed him into this world, what about next time?

Who knows, will this be the last time?



Therefore, Qing Yun decided to stay with him for the rest of his life.

Before he died, Zou Chen’s entire body fell back into a great panic. He tightly held Qing Yun’s wrist, and his tremendous strength was not like it was from a dying old man.

Qing Yun leaned over, kissed him lightly on the lips, and whispered in his ear, “Next time, come back to me, eh?”

Only then did Zou Chen settle down, calmly accepting death.

Qing Yun once again returned to the rift in the void. He had already finished digesting the energy while he was staying in the last world. To Qing Yun’s surprise, the energy of each world seemed to be a good tonic for his soul. It didn’t feel like an upgrade after absorbing the energy, but rather like it was filling an innate defect.

Thinking of this, Qing Yun frowned. He was born disabled and suffered from a serious illness. No matter how much he improved his cultivation, the ailment was never far away from him in the slightest. Earlier, Qing Yun thought that it was because the Heavenly Dao was targeting him, but now it seemed like the problem was rather with his soul.

It was useless to think about this much. One world at a time, he would always get the answer he wanted.

An illusory ball of light solidified on Qing Yun’s fingertips. It was the world he had just detached from.

Playing with the world in his hands, thoughts flashed in Qing Yun’s eyes.

That man, what was going on? What does he have to do with the Heavenly Dao?

Qing Yun waved his hand, and the first world that had been floating in the rift flew towards him. He pinched the two worlds and parted two strands of his consciousness to carefully peer into the worlds, looking for a soul that he could feel familiar and close to.

There was none.

Neither Nie Chenyuan nor Zou Chen’s soul was in the world in which they appeared.

As expected, Qing Yun smiled lightly.

Souls would transform their bodies, and it was because they were identical that he was familiar with Zou Chen’s scent.

This time, Qing Yun didn’t stop for too long to directly escape into the next world. He was simply looking forward to it.



As soon as he entered this new body, Qing Yun almost fell over. He just about dropped, but the old man next to him was solidly on the ground, his gold-rimmed glasses flying out.

A group of men with guns on their shoulders caught up behind them; these were star pirates.

The main direction of this world instantly entered Qing Yun’s mind. He couldn’t care about anything else. He pulled up the old man on the ground and ran forward.

This is the interstellar era, and Qing Yun’s name is now Jorah. He is a student at the art academy, and the starship he was riding in was hijacked by a group of star pirates named Flamingo. At the moment, he is escaping from the star pirates.

Qing Yun ran towards the location of the escape pod in his memory, but his face was gloomy to the extreme.

This current body of his was simply surprisingly weak, and he was panting after only running two steps. But even with such weakness, Qing Yun didn’t dare to let go of the old man he was pulling in his hands.

If this old man got into the hands of the star pirates, this journey of Qing Yun would be in vain.

The Federation to which Jorah belonged was fighting the Flamingo because the Flamingo had stolen the genetic sequences of billions of people in the Federation.

All of the Federation people are artificially embellished with a series of special sequences on their genes as a sign of identification. These sequences are stored in a chip, which is now in the hands of the Flamingo.

No one had expected that Flamingo, a star pirate organization, would have mastered the ability to make genetic weapons. As long as the chip was deciphered, the Flamingo would be able to create a genetic weapon against the entire Federation, and it would be easy to control or even destroy the whole Federation at that time.

In the entire Federation, other than the Federal Marshal, the only one who could crack the chip was the old man that Qing Yun was pulling in his hands — Dr. Ramiel.

The star pirates following behind seemed to be afraid of hurting Dr. Ramiel and didn’t use weapons with great killing power.

A strong gust of wind came, and the closely pursuing star pirates slammed a rifle butt towards Qing Yun. Qing Yun ducked and swept up the bandit’s neck with a flying kick.

With a “bang”, Qing Yun was bounced straight off the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief. This body was still so weak now? He had completely let go of the restrictions and allowed his soul to carry the energy to transform this body. Where had all that energy converted to?

The star pirate carrying the gun came over with a fierce smile on his face. Qing Yun’s soul quickly swept over his body, and suddenly his entire body froze.

Fertility?

What the hell kind of attribute is that? It consumed so much of his energy!