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

Yan Feng:! ! !

Although he didn't quite understand what was happening now, he understood.

This woman wants to take him away!

Even though he couldn't move his body, Yan Feng could faintly feel some human warmth.

He knew it meant someone was holding a sword.

And according to what Gungun reminded him, the man holding the sword must be the soul fragment of this world.

I felt a little nervous and struggling.

Fortunately, the next second, he heard the red panda's prompting sound.

[Boss, relax a little and imagine yourself as a ghost attached to the sword. Then sense the surroundings, and your consciousness can break through the shackles of the sword itself. 】

I have indeed heard some legends about artifacts having spirits before.

But Yan Feng himself is not an artifact.

In addition, he has always been indifferent to other people's affairs. So much so that he was indeed a little confused when he suddenly became the spirit of such an artifact.

Fortunately, there are red pandas to help.

Yan Feng adjusted it according to Gun Gun's words. When he calmed down, he turned his attention to his surroundings.

Then he successfully saw that the man he had longed for and kept at the forefront of his heart was indeed right next to him.

To be precise, he held the sword he lodged in his hand.

Her long hair reaches her waist, and her white clothes are as white as snow.

From an appearance point of view, it looks very much like Xie Chengan's usual appearance.

It's the kind of existence that can make people feel a sense of oppression and distance just from the aura.

Yan Feng defined this as the aura of the gods.

It was also the look he had always liked.

But what was different from the Xie Chengan in his memory was that the man holding him had his eyes slightly swollen.

It was as if he was closing his eyes to rest his mind.

But maintaining this state when communicating with others seems a bit abrupt and weird.

He wanted to ask the red panda about this situation, but before he could say anything, he heard the man had already responded to the suggestion just now.

The hand holding the sword hilt tightened a bit.

The man said in a calm tone: "The fairy is ridiculous. Shi made the sword just to seek fate. The broken sword has no fate with me. But the sword that is not broken is naturally still mine. It should not and will not be given to others."

As he spoke, his eyes remained closed.

The woman sounded dissatisfied.

He wanted to say something else, but the man had already stood up.

He picked up the long sword in his hand and turned around to leave.

Make it clear that you don't intend to have any further communication.

Seeing that he was not sent away, Yan Feng breathed a sigh of relief. Then I urged Gungun in my heart to quickly tell him about the situation in this world.

Just like every time before.

In an instant, a lot of memories that did not belong to Yan Feng were forcefully stuffed into his head.

The memory of this time gave Yan Feng mixed emotions.

The soul fragment in this world is named Shi Muyun. He is the best swordsmith in the world and a very strange sword cultivator.

He is obviously a sword cultivator, but his feelings for swords are not very deep.

Because he is too strong, no matter how good the sword is, it will break in his hands in just one or two years. He was obviously only in his 20s, but the swords that were broken in his hand, calculated carefully, were no less than ten.

According to him, those swords had nothing to do with him.

There is no way to withstand his strength, so it is normal for it to break.

In addition, just as Yan Feng felt just now, there was indeed something wrong with Shi Muyun's eyes.

It is a congenital eye disease.

When he was born, he could still see with his eyes. But even if I saw it, there was still a layer of mist in front of my eyes that couldn't be dispersed.

Later this fog became thicker and thicker.

Now, even if I open my eyes, there is only pure white left in front of me.

He couldn't see anything at all.

It has been almost more than ten years since it developed to this point.

When he thought of this, he looked at Shi Muyun's face again and his eyes fell on those tightly closed eyes. Yan Feng felt unusually distressed.

He wanted to reach out and touch the other person.

Even if Shi Muyun himself doesn't think there is anything wrong, from the perspective of the people who love him, he can still feel the pain in his heart uncontrollably.

It's a pity that Yan Feng can't do it.

He couldn't reach out his hand.

Because he is just a sword.

He couldn't help feeling a little irritable, and Yan Feng asked in his heart: "Gungun, can't I go over and touch him now?" 】

[Of course,] Gungun replied: [But because boss, your current identity belongs to the newly appeared Sword Spirit, so your strength is not very strong. The time you have to transform each day is limited, do you want me to help you increase it? 】

You don't have to.

He just wanted to comfort Shi Muyun.

It’s not that I want to be forced to do that kind of thing endlessly again.

It's nice to have a time limit.

From a certain perspective, this time it was equivalent to ensuring his safety. What is he so dissatisfied with?

Thinking in his mind, Yan Feng also asked about the method of Gungun's transformation.

After Shi Muyun took him back to the hut in the backyard, Yan Feng took two deep breaths, and then followed Gun Gun's instructions to free his body from the sword.

Don't say it.

It really looks a bit like a ghost.

But that doesn't matter, since his goal is to touch Shi Muyun anyway. In this state, he can complete his thoughts, and that's enough.

Thinking in his mind, Yan Feng also stretched out his hand towards Shi Muyun.

However, he did not successfully touch the other party.

When he approached, Shi Muyun had already reacted first.

He grabbed Yan Feng's wrist as quickly as possible.

He frowned.

Even without opening his eyes, the aura released from his body is enough to make people feel frightened and frightened.

Maintaining this state, Shi Muyun said word by word: "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

Because of his eye disease, Shi Muyun's other senses were much sharper than ordinary people's.

In addition, his own strength is extraordinary.

Someone who could approach him so quietly should not exist in this world...

As his thoughts moved, the clenching of his hands became a little harder.

Then he heard a soft moan.

That was the coquettish sound of being pinched.

He couldn't see who the person in front of him was, and his breath was something he had never felt before. But at this moment, after hearing this simple tone, Shi Muyun's hand immediately relaxed.

Still holding on.

But I didn’t dare to exert any force.

It was as if the person he was holding was some kind of treasure. He always felt that if he used more force, he could easily crush the other person.

He didn't want to face this outcome at all.