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

Feeling the other person's grip on him tightening, a bright smile immediately appeared on Yan Feng's face.

After thinking about Shi Muyun's question just now, Yan Feng simply relaxed and let himself collapse in Shi Muyun's arms.

Leaning against the opponent's chest, he smiled and said, "I am your sword."

Shi Muyun frowned.

Judging from his expression, he didn't seem to believe Yan Feng's words.

Once again, he grabbed Yan Feng's wrist and squeezed it twice. Shi Muyun asked him in a deep voice, "If you dare to talk nonsense again if I give you another chance, I will do it."

The threat in his mouth was terrifying.

But in fact, there is no real intention to take action.

Instead, he just grabbed Yan Feng's wrist.

I can't even bear to squeeze it tighter.

This cautious attitude was very useful to Yan Feng.

He simply rubbed himself into Shi Muyun's arms, and Yan Feng smiled and said, "I am your sword. Whether you believe it or not, I am not lying."

He was serious.

Just judging from his tone, Shi Muyun didn't think he was lying.

Of course, the more important point is that now this person is almost completely attached to him, but he doesn't feel any disgust at all.

It's like they were born this way.

He kept saying that the "fate" he was waiting for was this situation.

I don't know what he was thinking, but Yan Feng was still chattering: "Aren't you a swordsmith? Then you should have heard of the existence of sword spirits. Isn't this the ultimate goal of your profession? You Now that we have achieved it, you should be happy. Why are you still doubting it?"

Shi Muyun listened.

The expression on his face softened subconsciously.

He still couldn't tell whether these words were true or false.

But if it was true, the existence of this sword spirit was far different from what he imagined.

After thinking about this, his cheek was poked twice by Yan Feng's fingertips.

Shi Muyun raised his hand and grabbed Yan Feng's slender fingers.

Pulling it to a position where he couldn't move around, he sighed softly and said, "I thought I shouldn't have a sword spirit."

In the novel, he did die without a sword spirit.

Yan Feng agreed in his heart.

But he still asked: "Why do you think so?"

"Because although I am a sword cultivator, I am not loyal to the sword."

Shi Muyun murmured: "Sword is not my way. Others say that I am a natural genius in this area. Only I know that I am just a poor person who has lost my way and can't see my own path clearly."

This is how swords are made.

The same goes for sword repair.

Ever since he was sensible, he had always felt like there was an empty space in his heart.

This vacancy is huge.

Until now, he has not found a way to fill it.

Shi Muyun in the novel is like this, and Yan Feng knows it very well. It's just that unlike Shi Muyun in the novel who never found a way out until his death, Shi Muyun now has met the "Tao" he wanted, but he hasn't realized it yet.

But now that he was giving the answer directly to the other party, Shi Muyun would definitely not believe him.

So after a moment of silence, Yan Feng simply changed the topic, put his arms around Shi Muyun's neck, and asked, "So now you have a sword spirit, aren't you happy?"

I don’t know whether to say happy or what.

I can't even describe my current mood.

He felt like he was dreaming.

It's just that this dream doesn't make him feel too bad.

After remaining silent for a while, Shi Muyun stood up with Yan Feng in his arms.

It does feel a bit light when you first get it.

The weight is like holding a little bird.

But the feel of it told him that it was indeed in the shape of a human being.

But as a human being, he is a bit too light.

Shi Muyun frowned again.

Yan Feng excitedly explained to him: "Look, I can still float! I just said I was a sword spirit. Do you believe me this time?"

Shi Muyun relaxed his expression.

With a chuckle, he nodded casually.

After leading Yan Feng all the way to the wall, Shi Muyun reached out and touched the wall. As if confirming his position, he waited for a few seconds before continuing and walked forward a little further.

Yan Feng turned around.

Only then did he realize that Shi Muyun had led him all the way back to the bed.

When he sat down, he placed Yan Feng next to him.

Yan Feng was startled.

Is this blind man progressing so fast?

You were still doubting his identity just now, but now you plan to go through life with him?

Staring at Shi Muyun's perfect face.

Yan Feng was surprised for a moment, and then relaxed.

It is not impossible.

After all, he couldn't count how many times he had done this.

And he really liked Shi Muyun's face. Although it made him a little distressed to be blind now, the abstinence-like smell was also very likeable.

Seeing the other person leaning down, Yan Feng had closed his eyes and was ready to be kissed by the other person.

But Shi Muyun didn't kiss him.

Not only no.

He also covered him with a quilt.

Yan Feng:......

Yan Feng:? ? ? ? ?

What?

Are you planning to just cover yourself up with me and chat with me? ?

He opened his mouth to ask about the situation.

But before he could speak, he heard Shi Muyun explain to him: "I felt it when I hugged you just now. The clothes you are wearing are too thin. It is already the coldest month of winter, and there is no heater in my house. Something like that. You'll get cold in your outfit."

So he put him on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

What to say?

Should I still thank him?

Yan Feng looked at Shi Muyun dumbfounded.

The other party couldn't see his face, so he couldn't understand his current expression.

He just patted the quilt on Yan Feng's chest as gently as possible.

It seemed to be silently telling Yan Feng, just don't worry, he will protect him well.

Yan Feng also likes this kind of god who is not crazy. So he looked at Shi Muyun with a smile, he was in a good mood.

However, after covering him with a quilt, Shi Muyun stood up and planned to leave.

Yan Feng reached out and pulled him: "What are you doing?"

"Go and practice," Shi Muyun replied: "Although I don't want to become an immortal, I don't know what else to do. So I have to practice every day, that's all."

He has no obsession with becoming an immortal.

Just like he was forging a sword.

Got talent, but no ideas. So at the end of the novel, he made his entire sect become immortals, but only himself fell, giving up the chance of immortality.

Yan Feng knew this, so he had no intention of letting him practice.

Instead, he licked the corner of his mouth.

Pulling Shi Muyun's sleeves harder, he said with a smile: "Then since it's not necessary, why don't you go? I'm still a little cold. If you hug me, won't it be much warmer than this cold quilt? "