Zhang Zheng and Kaisha had a discussion in the space for nearly half an hour. Due to the influence of space and time, to outsiders, it appeared as if the floating island had disappeared for just a moment before reappearing.
"Queen Kaisha, take one last look at this beautiful world!"
Before leaving, Zhang Zheng made a playful comment to Kaisha, resulting in her giving him another waist massage with her small, jade-like hands.
Zhang Zheng grinned, gave Kaisha a nod of acknowledgment, and disregarded the hands on his waist as he embraced Yan and Zhi Xin, disappearing from the floating island.
Kaisha watched Zhang Zheng leave with a smile on her face.
Which side of him is the real him?
During their conversation, although not exhaustive, Kaisha found Zhang Zheng's unique perspective on the Earth's invasion war quite reasonable.
However, right after their talk, he reverted to his unreliable demeanor, leaving Kaisha feeling doubtful about him again.
"Sigh, the angels are somewhat inexperienced."
Kaisha sighed internally, gazing into the distance. Her thoughts drifted into her own world, her eyes seeming to lose focus.
For thirty thousand years, she had been weak, fallen, and glorious, but never mediocre. That was enough.
Meanwhile, upon returning home, Zhang Zheng was met with a three-person tribunal from Yan and Zhi Xin.
"What did you and Queen Kaisha talk about? Why does it seem like there's a secret you two are keeping from us?"
Yan and Zhi Xin both noticed this, but Zhi Xin, being more reserved, did not speak up directly.
Yan, however, felt she was now part of Zhang Zheng's life and, since it involved Queen Kaisha, she wanted to know the truth.
Zhang Zheng heard Yan's question but did not rush to answer. Instead, he lay down on the sofa, resting his head on Zhi Xin's smooth thigh, took a deep breath, and nuzzled his face against her leg, finding the most comfortable position.
"Yan, Queen Kaisha doesn't want you to know. Are you sure you want me to tell you?"
Zhang Zheng spoke with a smile, looking at Yan.
Yan showed a conflicted expression upon hearing Zhang Zheng's words. She would certainly heed the queen's wishes.
Yet, Yan felt that this secret might be significant and seem to involve her, leaving her uncertain about what to choose.
"Zhang Zheng, will the queen be in danger?"
Yan remained silent, but Zhi Xin spoke up.
Zhi Xin wasn't interested in what Zhang Zheng and Kaisha discussed because, to her, both were important figures—her idol and her queen, and they wouldn't harm her.
Zhi Xin was only concerned about Queen Kaisha's safety and didn't wish to ask further.
"Hehe. Zhi Xin, have a little faith in me. I promised you that Queen Kaisha will be fine."
Zhang Zheng, lying on Zhi Xin's lap, stroked her pretty face and spoke firmly.
"Hmm, since you say so, Zhang Zheng, I'll believe you."
Zhi Xin, reassured by Zhang Zheng's promise, smiled charmingly. Her smile was so pure that Zhang Zheng felt healed.
Yan watched Zhang Zheng and Zhi Xin interact and also showed a relieved smile.
Since Zhang Zheng had made a promise, Yan didn't want to intervene further.
Relaxed, Yan seemed to revert to her previous self. With a flash of light, her red dress and silver armor disappeared, replaced by a casual home dress.
She transformed from a heroic angel warrior into a wife at home with her husband.
"Yan, could you tell me about your past?"
Zhang Zheng, looking at the sexy and slender Yan, felt a bit stirred. However, since they had gotten up late and not much time had passed, Zhang Zheng was not in the mood for anything more intimate.
Yan, seeing Zhang Zheng's nonchalant demeanor, was somewhat unhappy. Now, with Zhang Zheng asking her to tell stories, she was even less pleased.
"What's there to talk about in my story? Every day is either about fighting or preparing for battle."
Yan seemed unwilling to recall her past, appearing somewhat distracted.
Zhang Zheng reluctantly left the comfort of Zhi Xin's elastic thighs, sat up from the sofa, walked over to Yan, and embraced her.
"Yan, I'm sorry!"
"If you're unhappy about anything in the future, you can tell me. I am your strongest support."
Zhang Zheng held Yan, gently stroking her golden hair, pressing his forehead against hers, and spoke tenderly.
"Uh…"
Yan, seeing Zhang Zheng's expression, twitched the corner of her mouth.
"Did he misunderstand something? I was just too lazy to recall past battles, and now he's here trying to comfort me."
Though Yan internally complained about Zhang Zheng, she didn't explain anything.
What girl wouldn't want her man to pamper her? Despite being a high-ranking angel, Yan was still a woman, and she liked Zhang Zheng's gentle and affectionate demeanor.
So, she comfortably nestled into Zhang Zheng's embrace, resting her head against his chest.
If it were an ordinary person, Yan, who was over 1.7 meters tall and wearing high heels, would have a hard time resting her head on a man's chest. But Zhang Zheng's body had been modified by the Sentinel serum.
"Yan, Zhi Xin, what do you think we should have for dinner tonight?"
Zhang Zheng, holding Yan's soft body, felt that the silence was a bit too much and asked.
It had been a while since Zhang Zheng had gone out for a meal and felt nostalgic.
"Hmm… Let's go for hot pot. The same place you took me, Azhui, and Mo Yi to last time."
Yan, in Zhang Zheng's embrace, thought about the last time they went out for hot pot and remembered the time Zhang Zheng, the god of Earth, was threatened by some small-time thugs. A smile unconsciously appeared on Yan's face.
"Okay, let's go for hot pot. I wonder if the recent Heavenly River battle affected that place."
Zhang Zheng hadn't specifically used his psychic power to check the hot pot restaurant; after all, life should have a few small surprises, even for something as trivial as a hot pot meal.
"Zhi Xin, change your clothes too. Let's go together."
Zhang Zheng reminded Zhi Xin, who was still in her red dress and silver armor on the sofa.
"Hmm, okay."
Zhi Xin changed into a simple T-shirt and women's pants.
Zhang Zheng remembered this outfit from when he accompanied Zhi Xin shopping after Morgana attacked the Giant Canyon.
Yan also changed into a white pair of denim shorts and a white T-shirt.
Zhang Zheng was once again impressed by his two little angels. Good figures could make any outfit look stunning, and the simplest clothing appeared incredibly striking on them.
"Let's go. We're heading out."
Zhang Zheng looked at the two women for a moment, nodding in satisfaction.
"No wonder you're my wife; you look beautiful no matter how you're dressed."
Zhang Zheng muttered to himself, took both their hands, and walked out.
On the way, Zhang Zheng enjoyed the feeling of being admired.
However, unlike last time when he had to keep some distance while with Yan and the others, this time he confidently embraced two beautiful women.
As people admired the beauties, they looked at Zhang Zheng with disdain.
"Yan, Zhi Xin. Bringing you both out is giving me quite a psychological burden!"
Not caring about being seen as a scoundrel, Zhang Zheng teased Yan and Zhi Xin.
"Hehe, the charm of angels, even you as the god can't resist it. How proud are you now? You have the protection of two angels."
Yan winked at Zhang Zheng as she spoke, looking as if she was giving him a special treat.
"Hmm, I agree. But I also have quite a charm. It's not just men who are stealing glances at you, but girls are looking at me too. Wow, even married women with children are looking at me. I must be quite charming."
Zhang Zheng glanced around, noticing women looking at him, feeling more balanced, proving his own charm.
Yan and Zhi Xin didn't comment on Zhang Zheng's self-admiration, and the three continued to chat and laugh as they walked.
"Xiaoming, did you see that? That uncle is the so-called scoundrel. You're a good boy, and you must never learn from him."
The woman who had been watching Zhang Zheng earlier gave a live lesson to her 5-year-old son, using Zhang Zheng as a negative example.
"Hmm, I understand, Mom. I only like Duoduo from the next class. I won't have anyone else in my heart."
Xiaoming, having received his mother's lesson, said with some determination.
In Xiaoming's heart, only Duoduo from the next class was the most beautiful.