Chapter 42: The Time-Traveling Hat of Forgiveness (Please Follow! Please Collect!)

Waking from slumber, Wu Xian opened his eyes and instinctively glanced beside him, only to find the pillow beside him empty.

Seeing the scattered traces on the bed and around the room, his mind automatically replayed the night before—the lush, wild imagery.

To be honest, advising Zhan Lan to exchange for a self-healing factor was truly a wise choice.

Otherwise, a normal woman without enhancement wouldn’t have survived his Zheteng , let alone walked out of this room the next day.

“Come to think of it, isn’t she back in her own room right now? This scene… feels just like being dumped by a heartless woman.”

As he thought this, Wu Xian’s expression suddenly shifted—he seemed to have noticed something, a flicker of surprise crossing his face.

But soon, he smiled, rose from bed, slipped on a pair of pajama pants, and walked barefoot out of the bedroom.

As mentioned earlier, Wu Xian’s imagined seaside mansion was enormous, each floor exceeding a thousand square meters, so it took him several minutes to reach his destination after leaving the bedroom.

In his line of sight, a graceful figure appeared in the kitchen, seemingly struggling with the stove.

Without doubt, the owner of that graceful figure could only be Zhan Lan.

She was no longer dressed as a battle-armored Valkyrie; instead, she wore only a white shirt from his closet, focused intently on preparing breakfast.

A clay pot on the induction cooker bubbled gently, releasing an enticing aroma, while simulated sunlight from outside the seaside mansion streamed through the glass, illuminating her soft contours and figure, making the morning kitchen feel utterly peaceful and serene.

Suddenly, Zhan Lan turned her head and spotted him; her flushed face, like a flower freshly watered, broke into a tranquil smile: “You’re awake.”

Wu Xian smiled, studying her for a moment—especially lingering on her absolute domain and deep ravines—before stepping forward, wrapping his arms around her, and murmuring softly, “Why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep, so I got up to make something to eat.”

Feeling Wu Xian’s intimate touch, Zhan Lan’s cheeks flushed slightly, as if recalling last night’s events, her voice trembling faintly.

“Hungry? I made duck egg and pork congee—it’ll be ready in a moment.”

“Duck egg and pork congee… sigh, Guorana , after eggs, you’ve finally extended your Mozhao to duck eggs?”

Wu Xian teased softly, earning himself a tiny fist to the chest…

Of course, to Wu Xian, that was all; given Zhan Lan’s current physical strength, had she not deliberately restrained her power, that punch could have made even a burly man weep for days.

After another round of playful banter filled with sweet and sour tension, the duck egg and pork congee in the pot was finally ready, along with several delicate breakfast items exchanged from the Main God.

The two carried them into the living room, and Wu Xian had Friday project a well-rated future romantic comedy film; together, they watched and ate, truly feeling the warmth of a couple sharing a home.

Half an hour passed, the movie still halfway through, Zhan Lan, laughing until her stomach ached, voluntarily collapsed onto Wu Xian’s lap, her head and shoulders shaking intermittently—any outsider might have thought they were publicly indulging in something scandalous.

“Pfft! Shameless!”

Feeling the heat so close, Zhan Lan blushed and spat playfully, then tried to rise.

But the next second, a warm, large hand pressed gently against the back of her head.

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An hour later, it was around nine in the morning; all members of the Central Continent Team, except Wu Xian and Zhan Lan, had gathered in the Main God Hall, beginning their first reunion after returning.

Without doubt, upon seeing the golden stele appear, everyone was startled; and upon reading the team battle rules and the warning left by the previous Central Continent Team members, all faces grew solemn, the joy from their bounty in Alien fading significantly.

After exchanging greetings, the group, each lost in their own thoughts, silently settled onto the hall’s couches, maintaining a long, awkward silence.

To everyone’s surprise, it was Chu Xuan—the poker-faced one—who first broke the eerie quiet, recounting the origin of the golden stele.

He then questioned the veterans like Zheng Zha, primarily about their bloodline enhancements and exchanged equipment and skills, followed by several discoveries he’d made about the Main God Space.

Thanks to Wu Xian’s prior spoiler, Chu Xuan did not bring up his original novel’s “create a bodyguard” theory; instead, he expressed strong interest in the conditions allowing Lunhuizhe to return to a previous world.

“Click!”

At that moment, the door opened; everyone turned to see Wu Xian standing at the entrance to his room, saying, “Good morning,” as he held Zhan Lan’s hand—her cheeks still slightly sore—leading her out.

“Ah, this…”

Zheng Zha felt an eerie familiarity; after a moment of recollection, he realized—wasn’t this exactly the scene he’d witnessed the morning after creating Luo Li?

Of course, there was a difference: last time, Wu Xian had emerged from Zhan Lan’s room; this time, he was pulling Zhan Lan out of his own room…

Wait—pulling?

Zheng Zha’s eyes widened as he stared at their interlocked fingers, feeling he’d uncovered the key point.

“Hah! Captain! Now see how you’ll deny it!”

Zheng Zha slapped the couch arm, laughing heartily as if he’d discovered a Shijidaxinwen , leaving Wu Xian utterly speechless.

You’re laughing at what, you idiot?

Don’t you know what your relationship with Zhan Lan was in another timeline? I’m practically wearing a green hat for you across parallel worlds—do you even realize that?

“Cough… cough…”

Wu Xian raised a hand to his mouth, cleared his throat, and under everyone’s teasing, knowing gazes, said calmly: “Yes, as you’ve all seen, Zhan Lan’s revolutionary friendship with me took a small but significant step upward last night. Starting today, you may call her Captain’s Lady.”

“Of course, you don’t have to call her that—but in your hearts, you must treat her with the same respect and care as you do me… understood?”

“Understood!!”

No sooner had he finished than Zheng Zha was the first to cheer, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.

Aside from Chu Xuan, everyone else—including Ling Dian—joined in, making Zhan Lan’s blush deepen; she pinched Wu Xian’s waist hard while using telekinesis to lift Zheng Zha’s couch off the floor.

Moments later, the joyful chaos ended. Wu Xian, arm around Zhan Lan’s waist, sat on the “Captain’s Throne” couch, then turned his gaze to the Central Continent Team, his expression growing serious.

“Alright, as usual, it’s time to report everyone’s gains from the horror films. I’ll go first.”

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