Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

In the end, Qiu Cimu couldn't hold back Mu Ciwan, and still only wanted a room, but Mu Ciwan stayed in the Dragon Yin Sword all the time, and couldn't come out without Qiu Cimu's permission.

Mu Ciwan sighed, but he was content.

The crowds on the road are disturbing, and you can still see people killing people while walking.

The monk was flying in mid-air, and occasionally a bird blocked his way, he just grabbed it and threw it down, regardless of whether it would hit anyone or not.

Mu Ciwan was very speechless about this, and directly threw the bird back the same way, adding spiritual power, and saw a monk was hit by a bird and fell from the sky, while Mu Ciwan pulled Qiu Cimu and waved his clothes Sleeve, do not take away a cloud.

What they need to do now is to find a place with sufficient aura, so that they can repair Qiucimu's sea of ​​consciousness and eyes.

The atmosphere in the city is too messy and lacks aura, which is not suitable for recuperation, so Mu Ciwan is looking for a new place.

"Take my hand and don't get lost."

Mu Ciwan joked with a smile, but he took the initiative to hold Qiu Cimu's hand.

Qiu Cimu muttered for a while, but in the end he still didn't break free, letting her pull, whispering: "I can hear you."

"But I just want to hold you." Mu Ciwan blinked, knowing that Qiu Cimu couldn't see, so he laughed again.

The fingertips that were holding him trembled, and Mu Ciwan was keenly aware of it.

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Qiu Cimu followed Mu Ciwan for a while, followed the direction, and finally found a mountain with very strong aura.

The mountains are rolling, the forests are dense and green.

Although the aura here is a little thinner, it is already more abundant than other places.

The two stopped beside a big tree.

Mu Ciwan took out the formation plate and talisman pens bought in the chamber of commerce, arranged defensive formations and attack formations around, and then began to draw talisman seals.

The formation made of stones before was extremely crude, but this time it is about Master, so it is impossible to be so sloppy, so these things were prepared early.

Qiu Cimu sat quietly at the side, facing Mu Ciwan, although he couldn't see it, his head moved with his movements, as if every move was in his sight.

Mu Ciwan drew very quickly, one by one spells were engraved on the paper, emitting a faint white light.

After she finished drawing everything, she put away the talisman paper and breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Qiucimu who was sitting aside.

"How is it?" Mu Ciwan asked softly.

Qiu Cimu nodded, "It's okay."

With the completion of the formation and talismans, the meridians in the body seem to be warmed up, with a little warmth, which is extraordinarily comfortable.

"Aren't you a sword spirit? Why are you doing these things?"

Qiucimu asked this question again.

"Because I have inheritance memory."

It was convenient for Mu Ciwan to answer these most incomprehensible things in the comprehension world.

It can't be said that I come from a world of cultivating immortals with more aura.

"Wait a while and I will mend the Sea of ​​Consciousness for you. I will soak your eyes in the potion for a day."

As Mu Ciwan spoke, his fingers caressed the corners of Qiu Cimu's eyes.

"Soon you'll be able to see."

She still felt sorry for Master's appearance. He should have seen the beauty in the world, but because of Liu Baihe's selfish desires, he turned into this appearance.

Qiucimu laughed when she heard her say that.

Raising his hand to hold her finger, he said in a gentle voice, "Actually, you don't have to be so impatient. You've already gotten used to it. It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later. I can still find my way."

"But I can't wait."

Although she didn't show it, she seemed unhurried, but she was eager to let Qiu Ci Mu see the light again.

"Ah."

Qiu Ci Mu responded.

Before Mu Ciwan came, he had already considered any bad plans.

Maybe there is no light anymore, maybe there is no hope of living, and in the end there is only silence.

Mu Ciwan reached out and stroked his hair, feeling the touch from the palm, his eyes gradually became gentle.

"Don't worry, don't be afraid, I will never hurt you."

After briefly adjusting his state, Mu Ciwan fed him the medicine he had just practiced, then held his hand, input spiritual power bit by bit, and repaired the broken sea of ​​consciousness bit by bit.

Qiu Cimu closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully, but her lips were slightly pursed, as if she was enduring pain, and cold sweat oozes from her forehead.

However, Mu Ciwan did not stop the infusion of spiritual power until Qiu Cimu couldn't bear it and passed out completely.

When he woke up again, his pale cheeks were much rosy, and the silk ribbon still covered his eyes.

Mu Ciwan was still injecting spiritual power into his body, and the spiritual tentacles were mending in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The Sea of ​​Consciousness, which should have been extremely difficult to enter, didn't know whether it was because of the contract or because of her trust in Mu Ciwan, she went in without any effort and explored inside.

The severe pain dissipated, and now only the slightest itch remained.

Qiu Cimu suddenly opened his eyes wide, and suddenly recalled something he had heard before.

Unless someone wants to read your memory, only Taoist companions can enter the Sea of ​​Consciousness, because...

Because it is an extremely sensitive existence.

Qiucimu's ears were flushed, and she bit her lips with her teeth, feeling the sensation coming from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Can't say it, but it's so exciting.

Looking at Qiu Cimu's expression, Mu Ciwan felt the joy from the tentacles of the spirit, a little smile appeared in his eyes, he couldn't help but wanted to kiss Qiu Cimu, but in the end he restrained himself and put all his Focus on repairing the sea of ​​consciousness.

A burst of pleasure came, mixed with a bit of pain to repair the spiritual consciousness, Qiu Cimu couldn't help but clutched Mu Ciwan's clothes, raised his head and exposed his slender neck, and passively endured all this.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, and he was panting slightly, but remained silent.

The palm of the hand was held by Mu Ciwan suddenly, and the cold voice was wrapped in gentleness and passed into his ears: "Be patient, you will be fine soon."

It is said to be very fast, but in fact it took a day and a night to barely reshape the sea of ​​consciousness, but it still needs to be nurtured.

During the period, Qiu Cimu couldn't hold on and passed out.

When he woke up again, he felt himself lying on a soft place, and heard Mu Ciwan's chuckle from above his head, "How do you feel now?"

"very good."

Qiu Cimu stretched out his hand to touch Mu Ciwan's cheek, but stopped stiffly.

He suddenly realized that he was lying on Mu Ciwan's lap, and quickly sat up with his hands propped up.

Mu Ciwan supported his waist a little, making Qiu Cimu's body stiff for a moment, then recalled what happened just now, and said in an unnatural tone, "Thank you for your hard work."