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

Yan Feng took the initiative to propose fusion, and Xie Chengan was indeed a little surprised.

Then he had surprise written all over his face.

Seeing his emotions, Yan Feng immediately blushed.

He stared at Xie Chengan and yelled, "Do you think I want to accompany you to fuse? What is the question? Shouldn't you ask yourself? It was you who said that if you see other soul fragments, you will die with others. Do I dare to continue the mission before the fusion is completed?"

He was talking about the last threats Huan Chenzhi gave him.

Xie Chengan, as the main body, of course has memory.

So after hearing Yan Feng's explanation, he was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

Yan Feng's eyes widened: "What's so funny! Is it so fun to threaten me?"

"Of course it doesn't mean that."

Xie Chengan hurriedly persuaded: "I just want to say, honey, you don't have to worry so much. No matter what status you have in the small world, when it's time to merge, Huan Chenzhi can't kill other soul fragments."

Because in the end, all soul fragments are equal.

So when they return to the divine realm, they all have the same divine power.

In this case, if you want to do something to kill each other, the final result will be that both sides will be harmed. It is impossible for one party to really wipe out the other.

Of course Yan Feng knew this very well.

But whether it's unilateral obliteration or a situation of mutual destruction, he doesn't want to see it!

He glared at Xie Chengan fiercely.

Yan Feng asked him: "So do you want to fuse?"

Xie Chengan did not answer in words.

He just smiled, lowered his head, and kissed the corner of Yan Feng's mouth.

Then everything is self-evident.

He took Yan Feng back to the house, and when he entered the door, there were two figures.

One is the translucent body, and the other is Huan Chenzhi who just appeared.

Maybe it's like what Xie Chengan said.

When the soul fragments are in the divine realm, those memories they never had in the small world will gradually come to mind.

They will be reminded of who they are.

You will also understand what the situation is now.

But knowing is knowing.

It is not so easy to get them to understand and accept it.

Just like Huan Chenzhi now.

That behavior seemed as if Yan Feng had done something to feel sorry for him.

During the exercise, he remained in that aggrieved and pitiful state. Biting Yan Feng's neck, he whispered in his ear over and over again: "Yan Feng, you are mine, you can only be mine..."

The result of this possessiveness completely bursting out was that Yan Feng could hardly get out of the state of exercise for several days.

When the soul fragment belonging to Huan Chenzhi finally fused successfully, Yan Feng felt that his back was sore and he no longer had the strength to move his fingers.

However, the human soul is still inherently inferior after all.

It won't be as scary as sirens and robots.

So Master Bird, who has experienced many battles, persevered!

He was even very proud to feel that with this intensity of exercise, even if there were a few more soul fragments, he could easily solve it!

I am in a good mood.

So much so that after two days of rest, Yan Feng strode back to the area at the entrance to the small world with a rare sense of refreshment.

Xie Chengan's soul had returned to the rosary on his wrist, so the little angels who were afraid of the gods and did not dare to be light bulbs naturally ran out and surrounded Yan Feng happily, saying happily With those words of congratulations.

Yan Feng responded with a few words.

Then he focused his attention on the entrance to the small world over there.

Touching his chin, he asked: "Ganggun, what will happen in the next world? Will my status still be high?"

As a god in the previous world, he was worshiped by Huan Chenzhi and even the people of the entire country for his whole life.

It doesn't matter if that feeling of superiority is good or bad.

The point is to show off for a lifetime, which is really not an ordinary pleasure.

Yan Feng hopes it will be like this in the next life!

But judging from Gungun's hesitant expression, Yan Feng knew that he had thought too much of everything. It was rare to experience this kind of aloof life once.

Cough lightly.

Gungun explained to him seriously: "Boss, although your identity in the next world is not that noble, it can definitely meet your greatest wish!"

Yan Feng raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

"For example, it doesn't matter if you don't move at all this time!" Gungun said: "In the next world, you will be a sword spirit. If you want, it doesn't matter if you lie in the sword all the time!"

Yan Feng:! ! !

There are other good things! ?

Putting aside the problem that he no longer needs to walk by himself, since he is a sword spirit, when doing special exercises, as long as he doesn't want to, he can hide back in the sword without having to do those useless things. There's no need to shout "stop" to that stinky man, right?

My mind suddenly moved!

Yan Feng's eyes lit up.

But he still made sure in advance, he said: "What is the identity of that bastard? He can't run into the sword to catch me, can he?"

"will not."

Gungun's expression was stiff.

He is a crazy god who dare not use such words to call them.

As a qualified social animal, he tried his best to weaken this purely insulting title. He coughed lightly and said: "The soul fragment of the Lord God, his identity in this world is the Sword Master, and he is the master of your sword. , to be honest, he is just a mortal, so you...hey!"

The latter words were not finished.

Yan Feng has already rushed towards the entrance of the small world happily.

Rolling: ...

well.

got used to.

But there is not much danger in this world.

It’s okay if the boss doesn’t take too many hints ahead of time.

*

After a period of dizziness, Yan Feng realized that he had now appeared in a brand new world.

There was no difference between the result he guessed when the red panda prompted him before.

Judging from the surrounding architectural decoration, this must be a medieval world.

It's just that the direction of his perspective is a bit strange.

It's not the kind of normal human beings. In comparison, it is indeed much lower.

After moving his limbs a little, he found that he seemed to be fixed on something. His consciousness could indeed flow normally, but he could not make himself do any more activities.

So this is what Sword Spirit feels like?

It's a little bit less free.

But for him, it was just right.

Before the thoughts in his heart were over, he heard a delicate female voice coming from in front of him.

Full of coquettishness, she said: "Lord, the sword in your hand has been forged one after another, and it will break after a short time. To you, this is an unimportant consumption. In this case, giving us the sword this time is not equivalent to selling a favor, but it will do no harm to you or me."