Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Everyone gathered around to watch the little octopus wear the bunny hat Hu Yue had knitted for him, its ears standing upright on his round, pink head.

Gao Qiang knelt in mock worship: "The God of Cuteness!"

Hu Yue clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes melting at the sight of the adorable little octopus. How could such trying times lack such an utterly cute creature?

All attention was on the little octopus, so no one noticed Chen Zui's ears turning slightly red. The little octopus's big, round eyes darted from one person to another, then his tentacles reached up, curled around the bunny ears, pulled the hat down, and covered his face.

Hu Xue chuckled, "He even knows how to be shy, just like a person."

Ren Feng felt a complex emotion, as if the little octopus was no longer exclusively his. He really wanted to hide him away.

The little octopus jumped into the car and burrowed into Ren Feng's backpack. Only then did everyone disperse.

Gao Qiang, grinning cheekily, wanted to ride in the same car as Hu Xue and the others, claiming it was to give Chen Zui and his "little girlfriend" some space. In reality, Hu Yue's Wind Superpower could create a breeze, which was extremely refreshing in the summer, and he could also snuggle with his Xiao Xue.

Ren Feng chose to drive, thinking that Chen Zui probably wouldn't act recklessly for safety's sake.

The little octopus sneaked out of the backpack, jumped onto the back of Chen Zui's seat, and took off his little rabbit hat. It was just too embarrassing; Chen Zui didn't want to wear it forever. So, the little octopus flipped the hat upside down, then threaded a shoelace he had taken from the backpack through both ends.

Chen Zui threaded the shoelace through the fabric of the car roof and tied it.

This way, the hat became a little hammock. The little octopus plopped into it, retracted all his tentacles, curled up into a ball, and nestled inside contentedly.

Ren Feng glanced over: "This little thing is really clever."

Chen Zui lifted his eyelids to look at him. Occasionally, he didn't regret maintaining the little octopus form at all. After all, before turning into a little octopus, he never imagined someone would call him cute. But now, he was almost immune to that word.

Chen Zui poked the little octopus's hammock, making it sway. The little octopus closed his eyes, looking like he was only missing a tiny blanket.

Chen Zui: "Actually, that guy earlier was quite good-looking."

Ren Feng: "Which one? The one who awakened the Superpower? Or the dead one?"

Chen Zui pushed the little octopus's hammock: "Which one do you think was good-looking?"

Ren Feng turned the steering wheel: "Didn't look closely."

Speaking of good-looking, in his opinion, no one was better-looking than Chen Zui.

Chen Zui smiled. That answer was truly perfect.

Ren Feng suddenly turned to him with a serious expression and asked: "Which person did you think was good-looking?"

Well, he'd been checkmated.

"The one who awakened the Superpower was good-looking."

"But you are better-looking than him."

Chen Zui's straightforward compliment made Ren Feng's pupils tremble. He flusteredly turned his head back, almost driving the car into a ditch. Then he heard Chen Zui continue: "Your big chest, slim waist, perky butt, and honey thighs are all the best-looking. I really like them~"

Ren Feng had never been praised like this before. Was this praise?

Although he wasn't entirely sure, the happiness he felt was real. After a moment, he replied simply, albeit a bit stiffly: "Thank you."

Chen Zui almost laughed out loud: "You're welcome."

Chen Zui: "What does a PE teacher teach?"

The two chatted casually. With genuine conversation, Ren Feng's slight nervousness when alone with Chen Zui gradually relaxed. He slowly talked more. The little octopus was sound asleep.

Blue skies, white clouds, and bright sunshine. On this apocalyptic road, moving forward with like-minded people.

It could be considered a kind of luck.

Ren Feng: "What about you? Why did you choose to become a mercenary?"

The answer to this question was actually very simple. Chen Zui leaned back leisurely in his seat, one long leg curled up on the chair. He squinted, avoiding the direct sunlight: "Because it's really cool. What man hasn't dreamed of being a mercenary and playing with guns?"

His tone was casual, teasing.

No one could hear the harsh and tragic childhood and the life of upheaval and wandering behind those words.

Chen Zui wasn't the type to look back on the past and constantly lick his wounds. In this life—no, now he had lived an extra world, so it should be two lifetimes—he preferred to look forward, never back.

"But being a mercenary is very dangerous, right?" Ren Feng didn't really agree with this reason.

"It's okay. After all, I'm very strong."

This reason Ren Feng did agree with. He turned the steering wheel, following the road to the right. Suddenly, a monster rushed out from the roadside. It looked like a giant sea cucumber, but all the spikes on its body were long tentacles. The tentacles could open up like mouths, extending snake-like, forked tongues.

Its appearance was complex and disgusting.

Just its size alone, charging at them, could overturn their car.

It appeared too suddenly, too close. So close that Ren Feng didn't even have time to use his water Superpower to block it. He could only swerve the steering wheel violently. A tentacle stretched out in front of him—it was very thick. At the last moment, Chen Zui used his tentacles to block the monster. The monster's tentacles all bit down on Chen Zui's tentacle in unison. To block the monster, Chen Zui could only temporarily endure the damage.

He frowned. The tentacle blocking the monster grew longer, wrapping around the monster. Some of the monster's tentacles that weren't wrapped around bit down on Chen Zui's tentacle one after another, extremely fiercely.

Ren Feng's view was completely blocked by the tentacle. The car stopped. The door on his side was blocked by the monster, and the window was completely filled with the tentacle. Behind him was the seat back, next to him was Chen Zui—he was completely trapped.

The car behind also stopped immediately. Hu Yue, seeing this, got out of the car: "Brother Chen, withdraw! I'll chop it to death!"

She took a stance.

Ren Feng's mouth was pressed against the tentacle as he spoke with difficulty: "The moment you withdraw, I'll drive to the side. It won't be able to keep up."

Every word felt like he was chewing on the tentacle. Ren Feng didn't know if it was his imagination, but Chen Zui's tentacle actually smelled like roses, making him want to taste it—not really eat it, but lick it, nibble on it.

Chen Zui raised his voice to ensure Hu Yue could hear: "I'll count to 3."

As Chen Zui counted down, the tentacle wrapped around the monster began to retract, pulling the biting tentacles along with it, shaking them violently, forcibly tearing them away. When he reached 3, the tentacle pulled away completely, blood spurting out.

Ren Feng drove the car quickly to the side. At the same time, Hu Yue controlled wind blades to slash at the monster.

Tentacles were chopped off one after another. The monster's body was cut with wound after wound. Hu Yue controlled wave after wave of wind blades, eventually chopping the monster into countless pieces. It became minced meat, plopping onto the ground.

After dealing with the monster, Hu Xue and the others ran to Chen Zui's car. They saw Chen Zui's left arm was bloody, covered with dozens of deep and shallow bite marks, a shocking sight.

Looking at Chen Zui, he only had his eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if he felt no pain at all.

Everyone became worried.

The little octopus was healing Chen Zui. Everyone watched without blinking, since they had never seen the little octopus use this skill and were very concerned.

Gao Qiang patted Chen Zui's shoulder: "If it hurts, just yell. No one will laugh at you."

Hu Yue quickly nodded.

Before Chen Zui could speak, Gao Qiang remembered something: "Ren Feng, blow on it for him quickly. If a boyfriend blows on it, it won’t hurt anymore."

Ren Feng had never heard of such a saying and found it utterly unreasonable, but Chen Zui did seem seriously hurt. He shifted his gaze and met Chen Zui’s eyes, seemingly detecting a hint of expectation in those pitch-black pupils.

Hu Yue added, "It’s so severe—just blowing on it won’t cut it. Kisses are required."

Hu Xue couldn’t help but glance at Hu Yue. Seriously? Had these two been watching too many dramas?

Ren Feng doubted his ears, then heard Chen Zui say faintly, "It does hurt quite a bit." He even hissed lightly, accompanied by his still-bleeding wounds, as if anything done for him was Ren Feng’s duty.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ren Feng inexplicably felt he should indeed do this, as if some force took control of his body, inching closer to Chen Zui.

Chen Zui remained still, waiting, feeling a flicker of nervousness growing inside as the other approached.

As they drew nearer, their eyes gradually held only each other, magnified, making hearts pound like thunder, blood rush faster, yet minds go blank. Ren Feng’s kiss was restrained and gentle, landing lightly on Chen Zui’s cheek.

In that instant, Chen Zui’s fine eyelashes lifted slightly; in his eyes, a spring breeze seemed to sweep through valleys, stirring boundless blooms, swaying gently.

After the brief, dragonfly-skimming-water kiss, Ren Feng quickly pulled back, wishing he could shrink into a pixel and vanish from everyone’s sight.

Even the three onlookers felt a sweet atmosphere developing, making them unable to suppress smiles.

Only the little octopus remained dutifully treating Chen Zui’s wounds. The first bite had already healed without a trace. The little octopus lifted a tentacle to wipe its smooth head and continued treating the second wound.

In under three minutes, all the wounds on Chen Zui’s arm had healed. They got out of the car, and Ren Feng produced clear water to rinse the blood from Chen Zui’s arm.

Hu Xue and the others gathered around the little octopus, now amazed by its prowess.

Gao Qiang exclaimed, "You’re incredible, little thing."

Hu Yue pitifully extended a finger: "I got poked while knitting—please, little octopus god, heal me."

She was dead serious.

The little octopus proudly raised its head, lifted a tentacle to touch Hu Yue’s fingertip, then withdrew it—the needle mark was gone.

Hu Yue raised a hand, cheering softly: "Little octopus god! Little octopus god! Little octopus god!"

Soon, Gao Qiang joined in.

Hu Xue glanced over and stepped aside—silliness was contagious.

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Back on the road, it began to rain in the afternoon. The drizzle brought a touch of coolness, sliding down the windows as scenery retreated—quite atmospheric.

While driving, Ren Feng heard Chen Zui humming a tune without lyrics. His voice needed no words; even random humming sounded pleasant.

Though it wasn’t dark yet, they found a small cabin. Not knowing if there were any buildings ahead, they stopped. The cabin looked shabby outside but was quite luxurious inside.

The rain grew heavier, with thunder and lightning.

After eating and washing up, everyone returned to their rooms to rest. This weather was perfect for curling up under the covers.

Ren Feng took clean bedsheets from his backpack.

As he spread them, Chen Zui was playing a clapping game with the little octopus.

Ren Feng glanced at them. Despite the thunder outside, he felt warmth inside. Chen Zui was actually quite cute—why else would he play such a childish game with the little octopus?

Soon, it was completely dark. The little octopus jumped into a basin of water to relax.

Chen Zui also lay down, but being young, neither felt sleepy. Lying close together, they somehow started a game to reduce puffiness.

Face to face, foreheads touching.

Ren Feng worked diligently on Chen Zui’s puffiness, trying one technique, then another.

He wanted Chen Zui to be impressed by his skill.

A man’s hands were dry, with rough calluses on his fingertips and palms—perfect for this moment. Chen Zui’s breath escaped slowly through his nose, looking utterly sensual.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

Grabbing Ren Feng’s hand, it transformed into a tentacle.

Ren Feng froze. The tentacle wrapped around once, then again, though not tightly, so he could still see himself. The wriggling sensation provided an entirely new experience.

He completely forgot his task, nearly lost control immediately...

He looked at what was wrapped by the black tentacle—the combination had a subtly strange sensation.

The visual impact was overwhelming...

As a tentacle enthusiast, he felt a perverse excitement!

The tightly wound tentacle slowly loosened, visibly squirming, stimulating the senses, then tightened again.

Repeating.

Ren Feng’s breathing grew heavier; he abandoned his manual task entirely.

Chen Zui didn’t ask him to continue.

The tentacle tightened once more, but its tip sneaked away unnoticed by Ren Feng, as the suckers began to act—especially one right at the tip.

It was lethal.

Throughout, Chen Zui watched calmly with his pitch-black eyes, like a bystander.

The sneaky tentacle tip grew longer, slowly moving backward from below.

Ren Feng remained completely unaware.

All his focus was on not losing control right away—though his real desire was to prolong the enjoyment.

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The black, slippery tentacle slowly ascended through the crevice. Soon, a small pit appeared along its path, and the area around the pit was also quite uneven.

The tentacle halted momentarily.

After all, tentacles love burrowing into holes—how could it resist such a perfect little pit?