Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

The bird feels uncomfortable.

The little bird wants to cry.

The ascetic monk became angry, and his state was no worse than that of a madman at night!

And he could clearly feel that Xuan Wu was really unhappy. So when he cried and said that he couldn't bear it, Xuanwu just lowered his head and kissed him, and then asked in a deep voice: "When he touches you, you can bear it, but I can't stand it?"

Jealousy boils.

Yan Feng didn't know how to explain this.

But he did understand a little bit.

The monk had no intention of giving him a chance to escape.

So no matter how much you beg for mercy, it's useless.

Not only is it useless, it can even directly cause the opposite effect.

So for the safety of his own waist, Yan Feng chose to shut up and bear everything with tears.

He swore that he would never provoke this person again, day or night!

People seem to faint at dusk.

When he woke up again, it was pitch black outside the window. Yan Feng couldn't tell exactly what time it was.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw Xuan Wu sitting in front of him, cleaning his sword.

Still wearing the same outfit as yesterday.

The evil aura and bloody aura on his body were exactly the same as yesterday.

This proves that while he was asleep, Xuan Wu went to kill demons again.

And the person killed was still not a bad monster.

The karma on his body increased again.

Yan Feng moved his arms.

There was a crisp clang of iron chains, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his current state.

look up.

My limbs had been locked at the foot of the bed at some point.

When the man cleaning his sword over there heard the noise, he looked back at him and asked coldly: "Are you awake?"

Yan Feng:......

Sorry, is it too late to go back to sleep now?

The answer is of course too late.

Xuanwu didn't give him this chance at all.

He put down the long sword in his hand and walked to Yan Feng in a few steps. Standing by the bed and looking down at the poor little bird on the bed, Xuanwu said, "Didn't I tell you not to let that damn bald donkey touch you?"

Yan Feng was silent.

After a moment of silence, he tried to explain: "It's not that I don't let him touch me, he won't."

Yan Feng, who spoke in a hoarse voice, was even frightened.

I have to say that this kind of two-person wheel battle is really not that easy to endure!

Yet there was absolutely no point in understanding what he meant.

Hearing what he said, Xuan Wu even sneered and said, "That's just a stinky monk. Aren't you a god? Wouldn't it be a matter of minutes to kill him? Why can't you refuse? "

Yan Feng was speechless when he heard this: "Do you know that you two are the same person?"

"It's a person, but it's not the same person." Xuan Wu answered very simply: "For example, at this time, he and I are two independent people. He can't touch my people. If he wants to find them, he can find them by himself if he can. Huh? Why do you want to touch my wife?"

Yan Feng:......

well said!

I suggest you don’t say it next time!

One body and two souls, if you find two lovers, wouldn't it be cheating in disguise?

It seemed that as soon as the words came out, he also thought about this problem. Xuan Wu frowned, then changed his words and said: "Forget it, I will also remember what he saw. If he got together with other people, it wouldn't be enough for me to be disgusted. He should give a good account. For the sake of the Buddha, don't think about breaking the precepts. Just eat fast and chant Buddha's name and keep your duty for the rest of your life. What are you doing as a mortal?"

As Xuan Wu spoke, the anger and resentment in his heart became even stronger than before.

Staring into Yan Feng's eyes, he educated him: "Next time he wants to touch you, just hit him."

Yan Feng asked him: "He hurts during the day and you hurt at night. What are you doing?"

"I hope you won't be touched by him." Xuan Wu chuckled: "It doesn't matter if you are beaten to death. Anyway, as long as you are not touched by others, I will be happy."

Listen to what this says.

How paranoid.

How sick!

He is truly worthy of being their god!

Rolling his eyes, Yan Feng was unwilling to answer his call.

However, the man lowered his head and came over, clasping Yan Feng's chin with his fingers, forcing the little bird to look up into his eyes. Then maintaining this posture, Xuanwu asked him: "What's the answer?"

Of course Yan Feng couldn't give him any answer.

After all, a bowl of water must be held level.

Not only does each world need to be balanced, but the state of two souls like Xuan Wu's is one, it also needs to be properly balanced!

How could he care about one thing and not the other? For the sake of this devil, he would not want that little monk!

Completely aware of Yan Feng's thoughts, Xuan Wu sneered and said, "Are you deliberately making me angry?"

"I didn't intend to make you angry, nor did I mean to do it on purpose." Yan Feng answered honestly: "I just think it's unreasonable for you to be jealous. It's both you, why do you want to vent your anger on him? "

"Then why did he take away my snack?" Xuan Wu pinched Yan Feng's cheek and looked him up and down. Then he said something that frightened Yan Feng: "Or if you think he did nothing wrong, do you mind if I continue to eat you now?"

But I couldn’t fucking mind it more!

Can you let me go in this round of battle? ?

Yan Feng's eyes were dull.

He thought that according to Xuan Wu's character that night, he would definitely not be able to escape today.

But he didn't expect that Xuan Wu only stared at him for a while, then lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips. Then he sighed softly, turned over to Yan Feng's side, held him in his arms, and closed his eyes.

Yan Feng:? ? ?

The palm of his hand gently stroked the little bird's back, as if giving him silent comfort. Maintaining this posture, Xuanwu sighed and said, "That bald donkey won this time."

Yan Feng didn't quite understand: "What do you mean?"

"It means you can take a rest."

Xuan Wu said, paused, and then asked a little annoyed: "Do you think that the bald donkey is the only one who cherishes you?"

Yan Feng didn't answer.

Although he also knew that the madman in front of him had no bad feelings for him, but judging from the previous situation, it seemed that the young monk did cherish him more.

No need to answer, Xuanwu also knew what he meant by his reaction.

He reached over and pinched Yan Feng's buttocks. The little bird snorted in pain and crawled into his arms. Xuanwu relaxed his strength and hugged Yan Feng properly again.

Putting his ear to Yan Feng's ear, he said: "Yan Yan, I also like you very much and cherish you, but the way I express my love is different from that bald donkey."

"You are so tired, I will not force you to continue. Have a good rest today, and my husband will hold you to sleep."

"good."