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

Shi Muyun said it very well.

If possible, Yan Feng would certainly want to do this.

But the problem is that this world setting simply doesn’t allow it!

Mixed feelings.

Yan Feng struggled for a long time and decided to give people more trust.

So he told Shi Muyun about his situation.

After finishing speaking, Shi Muyun fell silent.

Yan Feng was looking forward to some constructive response from him.

As a result, the other party just asked him slowly after a moment of silence: "You mean, even if you go back into the sword, you will still feel it when I touch the sword body?"

Yan Feng nodded crazily: "And the feeling is very strong! It feels deeper than when you touch me now!"

He thought that when it got to this point, Shi Muyun would understand some sense, and at least he could put his sword farther away while he was resting.

But he didn't think so.

Shi Muyun was quiet for a while, as if he was pondering the answer, and an interesting smile slowly appeared on his face.

Yan Feng:......

How to do.

It felt like I accidentally pushed myself into a pit of fire.

Yan Feng looked at Shi Muyun with a sense of vigilance and nervousness. He asked softly: "Shi Muyun, what are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about how to treat you well."

Impeccable answer.

Yan Feng immediately became mute.

Instead, he chuckled, and Shi Muyun took the initiative to ask him: "Yan Yan, if you become what you are now, will it have an impact on you over time?"

Yan Feng shook his head.

Then realizing Shi Muyun's eye disease, he added: "It has no impact, and the time limit is all up to me."

Shi Muyun said "oh".

Yan Feng asked him: "Why do you ask this?"

"I just want to confirm whether it will harm Yan Yan if I keep Yan Yan by my side like this." Shi Muyun said with a smile: "Since it won't happen, then from now on, we will keep this way when we are alone. Just like that."

Yan Feng frowned: "But..."

"I won't touch you all the time, I will give you time to rest," Shi Muyun said slowly: "But when I want to touch you, if you get angry with me and get into the sword, I won't be able to catch you, either. Can’t you see it?”

He said, showing that pitiful look again.

Shi Muyun always behaves like this every time he mentions his eye disease.

In fact, he didn't think there was any problem.

After all, he has been blind for so many years, and this is how he got through it.

It has become a habit.

Of course he won't care.

But he also knew that Yan Feng cared.

Whenever he said this, the soft-hearted little sword spirit would be reluctant to let him go.

Tried and tried.

Of course Shi Muyun would still do this.

And this time the result was exactly what he thought. After hearing what he said, Yan Feng huddled in his arms obediently and stopped making noises with him.

I am really tired after all.

As a result, when Shi Muyun didn't bother him, Yan Feng leaned in his arms and fell asleep again not long after.

He slept soundly.

Shi Muyun didn't dare to touch it this time.

Even if he knew that Yan Feng could not really be angry with him, at least his little sword spirit had already expressed his dissatisfaction once. If he is still disobedient and provokes others to have a little temper with him, it is not appropriate after all.

Thinking like this, Shi Muyun's fingers stopped, but his heart felt even more itchy.

In the past, he had never felt any regret about being blind. After all, no matter whether it was mountains, rivers, or everything in the world, there was nothing he had to see.

But it's different now.

He had never felt so sorry.

His spiritual sense could only detect a rough outline, allowing him to know where Yan Feng was, but it couldn't let him know what his sword spirit looked like.

I knew in my heart that such a delicate little girl must be a beauty.

Or even if she is not so beautiful in the eyes of others, at least in his heart, little Guaiguai will definitely have the most beautiful appearance.

I really want to see it clearly...

If he had the opportunity to take a look at it, even if it was only once, he would keep it in his heart and never forget it in his life.

His thoughts became more and more intense.

In the end, he could only press it back again.

Hug Yan Feng tightly.

Place your palms behind the other person's head.

When we were relaxing our thoughts together, Shi Muyun also murmured subconsciously: "Hey, dear, if you can, come into my dream and let me see you..."

*

Sword Spirits are not real ghosts.

So there is no way to fall asleep or anything like that.

After all, he was exhausted from the past few days of exercise. Even though Shi Muyun was reluctant and wanted to touch her again, he held her in his arms and calmed her down. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

It was a good night's sleep.

He actually didn't like sleeping much before.

Because there was nothing in the dream, he did not expect anything to be in the dream.

But this time, even if it was a dreamless night, the sense of solidity was still unprecedented.

Very comfortable.

Comfortable for the first time in my life.

Just like all the feelings Yan Feng brought him.

Everything is novel.

Everything seemed to have belonged to him a long time ago, making him satisfied and happy.

*

By the time Yan Feng opened his eyes again, it was already afternoon.

A few days passed, and Yan Feng couldn't tell the difference.

But when he looked back, he saw that the blind man who had made him like this didn't wake up with him.

Not very happy.

But he lowered his head and glanced at his wrist. During the movement, the red thread with a spell that Shi Muyun had wrapped around him was still well connected.

My mind was a little unclear yesterday, so I wasn't able to distinguish clearly.

Only now did he realize that this was no ordinary red line at all.

It was made using Shi Muyun's spiritual power.

So Yan Feng couldn't break free, and no one else could see him.

But it's just like what Shi Muyun said.

As long as the red thread is still connected, Shi Muyun can easily find Yan Feng even if he runs to the end of the world.

The corners of the mouth rise.

Yan Feng liked this feeling.

Just as he was studying the red line on his hand, the originally closed door was pushed open from the outside.

Shi Muyun came in.

There was also a bowl of hot wontons in his hand.

Yan Feng was shocked: "Can you still make such a thing?"

"I'm just blind, but it's not like I lost my hands and feet," Shi Muyun said with a smile, "I don't like to trouble others on weekdays, so I can do most of the daily things myself."

Yan Feng's eyes brightened.

His husband is indeed very powerful!

wrong.

Suddenly realizing a very important issue, Yan Feng frowned and said angrily: "You can do so many things and still want me to take the initiative. You are really bullying me on purpose!"