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

Yan Feng was indeed surprised when he saw the painting.

Because it was exactly the same as the one he saw at Qiu Zihe's house in his previous life.

Thinking of what Qiu Zihe had said to him, Yan Feng couldn't help but laugh.

The general has only seen black, white and gray in his eyes all his life. The only color is the blue on the blue bird.

He couldn't even tell the color of the sky.

But he could see the color of the bluebird.

It seems that all things in the world can only be divided into colors when they are close to Yan Feng.

I once thought that I might feel regretful if I stayed like this for the rest of my life.

But when life came to an end, Jing Yun realized that he would not feel any regret at all.

Because the most important thing is that he can see it.

In addition, the other colors are not necessarily seen. Even keeping the gray look will make his most important little god stand out even more.

For him this is a great thing.

There is nothing to be dissatisfied about.

When he reached his 80s, Jingyun's lifespan had probably come to an end.

The ancient world was different from the modern world.

There are not such good medical conditions, and there are not many supplements and medicines. The average lifespan of people is not long, but Jingyun can live to this day thanks to his many years of martial arts practice, which keeps his body in a more or less good condition.

But even so, at the end of the day, he still showed his weakness.

Lying in bed, he knew it was almost noon, and wanted to get up and cook another meal for his little god, but he couldn't do it after all.

Yan Feng understood what he was thinking.

She grabbed his hand and pressed him to lie down on the bed.

Trying to force out a nice smile, Yan Feng said to Jing Yun: "I ate a bit too much last night, and I'm not hungry now. Besides, there are so many cooks in the imperial dining room, so I don't have to let my queen take over every meal." I did it."

That's what he said.

But in the past few decades, it was obvious that every meal Yan Feng ate was cooked by Jing Yun himself.

Because the emperor is squeamish and picky.

He likes the taste of food, and only Jingyun can make it.

No matter how hard the chefs in the imperial dining room imitated it, they couldn't imitate the taste that Yan Feng wanted.

Yan Feng's own explanation is that what Jing Yun created is the taste of love.

Jing Yun actually doesn't understand what love should taste like.

But as long as his emperor likes it, it will be a taste that he will also like.

But now he couldn't even leave this bed. Jingyun also guessed that his life had almost come to an end.

Subconsciously squeezing Yan Feng's fingers.

Keep your eyes locked on each other's eyes.

That was the only color in his life.

I really can’t get enough of it...

He stopped talking, and Yan Feng followed him and remained silent. He hadn't actually asked Jing Yun about his soul yet, but at least he didn't want to break the silence at this moment.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and it was Jing Yun who took the initiative to speak again.

Looking into Yan Feng's eyes, Jing Yun took two deep breaths. He said: "Your Majesty, it is my great fortune to meet you in this life. I..."

"Me too, meeting you is the greatest happiness and the best luck in my life," Yan Feng interrupted Jing Yun and smiled at him and narrowed his eyes. Then he added: "But why did you call me Your Majesty again? How many times have I corrected your title? This can easily make me unhappy."

Jing Yun knew that Yan Feng didn't like this title.

But he still calls him that because he always feels that in the end, he should be more serious and solemn.

It's a pity that Yan Feng's ideas are different from his.

Touching his chin, Yan Feng continued: "I feel very dissatisfied with your title, so as compensation, give me a title that satisfies me."

Jing Yun opened his mouth to call him "baby".

His Majesty likes this title best.

Especially when two people are exercising, every time he calls Yan Feng like this, Yan Feng will appear particularly happy.

But this time it was different from what he thought.

Before he opened his mouth to call, Yan Feng had already made a prediction.

Shaking his head at him simply, Yan Feng said: "Don't call me baby, call me something you don't usually like this time. Can you please let me hear it?"

It's not like he never asked Jing Yun to call him "husband" on weekdays.

It's a pity that Jingyun is somewhat shy in this regard.

He can accept other titles.

But he always couldn't pronounce the title "husband".

Seeing him like that, Yan Feng didn't want to force him to do anything.

But then I thought about it, this was the last time.

If he couldn't hear it again, he really didn't hear the word "husband" from Jing Yun's mouth from beginning to end.

That definitely won't work.

So he frowned and simply pretended to be dissatisfied. Looking at Jing Yun with wide eyes, Yan Feng said, "If you don't scream this time, I will be angry?"

Yan Feng would not really be angry with him.

This is a summary of Jing Yun’s experience that has been with him for decades and has been engraved in his heart.

But Yan Feng really wanted to hear him call him "husband".

So be quiet for a moment,

Jing Yun finally spoke, and said in a low voice that only the two of them could hear: "Husband."

Just two simple words.

The easy-to-coax bird immediately became very happy.

The smile on his face was one that Zangdu couldn't hide. Yan Feng smiled silly as he squeezed Jingyun's hand.

Seeing him like this, Jing Yun couldn't help but laugh.

Their little gods always have this way.

When people are sad or in a low mood, they can use a very understatement method to make the depression disappear completely.

Although there is a feeling of powerlessness.

But Jingyun doesn't hate it.

The two of them laughed and were quiet for a while, and Jing Yun finally slowly spoke out the thoughts he was holding back. Looking into Yan Feng's eyes, he said: "Yan Yan, my life may be coming to an end. I can't continue to be with you because I didn't do a good job."

It was obvious that he was about to face death.

But in the end, what he thought of was to apologize to Yan Feng.

This kind of deep love made Yan Feng feel a sore nose when he heard it.

But now that the topic has come to this point, the next content makes it much easier for him to handle.

Taking Jing Yun's hand, he pressed his fingertips on the rosary beads on his wrist. Yan Feng asked him with a smile: "If you feel that you have not been with me enough in this life, do you want to stay with me in the next life?"

Of course that is too much.

But it was useless for him to even think about such a thing.

Things like life and death are never something that mortals can decide, right?

Jingyun thought in his heart and expressed his thoughts.

Instead, Yan Feng shook his head in disapproval.

Then he tapped the finger he pulled over, and Yan Feng said: "Promise to give me your soul and agree to stay with me all the time. Then I can promise you that we can still be together in the next life."

It sounds like a witchcraft.

And it does seem a bit suspicious of coaxing.

But just because these words were spoken by Yan Feng, Jing Yun pursed his lips in thought, and then chose to trust him.

Still staring into those blue eyes, Jing Yun said: "If I give you my soul, will I really stay with you?"

"Then it depends on whether you are willing to accompany me." Yan Feng threw the question back to Jing Yun.

Jing Yun blinked.

Then he lowered his head and chuckled, and said, "I do."

The required vows had been completed, and a faint gleam came from the rosary on his wrist.

The mission in this world ends here, and it can be considered a successful end.

During the last period of time, Yan Feng kept chatting with Jing Yun. Talk about the past they have experienced before, the beautiful mountains and rivers, and even the possible encounters in the next life.

In short, no matter what they said, the two of them had a tacit understanding to avoid worrying things like state affairs.

After chatting like this for more than an hour, Jing Yun said that he was sleepy.

Yan Feng went back to his seat and lay on the bed with her. He rested his head on Jing Yun's chest, patted Jing Yun gently, and said, "Madam, just sleep when you feel sleepy. My husband will stay with you and won't go anywhere."

Yan Feng always enjoyed taking advantage of this kind of verbal advantage.

Of course Jing Yun also understood.

And at the end of the day, if Yan Feng wanted to take advantage, there was no way he could do anything to stop it, right?

So he just replied "Okay" and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the last moment of peace with Yan Feng.

Jingyun fell asleep.

Yan Feng listened to the heartbeat that was very close at hand, from slow at first to completely disappearing in the end.

The rosary on my wrist felt warm.

It was his lover's soul that returned to him.

He let out a long sigh.

When he opened his eyes again, Yan Feng found that he had returned to the divine realm.

What was waiting for him this time was not those little angels.

It was Xie Chengan sitting in front of him.

The two looked at each other, and Yan Feng's mind was filled with the past conversations he and Jing Yun had just before leaving. Now seeing Xie Chengan, who looked exactly like Jingyun when he was young, Yan Feng couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He threw himself into Xie Chengan's arms, curled his lips in grievance, and started to drop little golden beans.

Knowing that he was sad, Xie Chengan could only hold him in his arms, pat Yan Feng's back gently, and say comforting words.

The little bird never likes separation.

So every time he parted, even if there wasn't much emotion or sadness, he would still feel sad and dissatisfied at the moment of separation.

Sadness is the separation between him and those soul fragments.

The dissatisfaction is with Xie Chengan!

So after crying for a while and letting his mood stabilize a little, Yan Feng directly pushed Xie Chengan away.

Staring into Xie Chengan's eyes, Yan Feng said firmly: "You are just a stinky substitute! Don't think that I will like you because you look exactly like my husband! I hate you the most! You are the worst!"

I never expected that Yan Feng would suddenly say something like this.

Xie Chengan was stunned for a moment.

Then he burst out laughing uncontrollably.

How could his baby be so cute?

Even the angry look is so charming.

No wonder she captured his heart so easily...

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

Xie Chengan asked him softly: "Baby is so cute, it doesn't matter even if you let me be a substitute. But the substitute has not seen the colorful world for a long time. Looking at it now, everything in this world is obviously colorful, but it can't compare. One ten millionth of my baby’s size…”

Just like Xie Chengan said, even if the soul fragments are not fused, as the body of these fragments, he actually has the past and memories of those fragments.

The implication is that he has indeed not seen the world of other colors for a long time.

This is not a lie.

Yan Feng knew.

But just by mentioning these things, the grievances and distress in my heart can't help but become a little heavier.

He reached out and touched Xie Chengan's eyes.

Yan Feng lowered his head and kissed the rosary on his other wrist, and hummed, "I want to see Jing Yun."

He wanted Jingyun to see other worlds.

It was a world he had never seen in his life.

Yan Feng said this, which proved that Xiaoniao was willing to start helping to fuse souls.

Of course Xie Chengan would not refuse.

Smiling, he pulled Yan Feng back to their yard. When they entered the house, his figure spread out and turned into three people.

Perhaps because of the loss of two soul fragments, every time the main body is split, the color that finally comes together becomes lighter.

It seemed like it was about to disappear at any moment.

The translucent appearance actually made Yan Feng very uncomfortable.

As for the two separated soul fragments, the condition seems to be better than the original body. After seeing Yan Feng, they were stunned for a moment, and then very decisively, they simultaneously stretched out their hands towards the bird.

Jingyun can indeed see other colors.

But to him, the other colors had no meaning.

The only important person in his eyes was Yan Feng.

So without even paying much attention to the surrounding scene, his attention was completely focused on Yan Feng.

This is completely different from what Xiaoniao originally thought about!

He also planned to introduce the names and appearances of other colors to Jingyun!

However, as time went on, Yan Feng gradually felt relieved.

He thinks too much of everything.

Apart from his blue, there are obviously other colors in Jingyun's life, right? It's just that he didn't think it through clearly, and it's all his own fault.

After all, this guy is just like Xie Chengan.

What is revealed from the inside out is the colorful yellow.

It’s already so gorgeous, what else is there to make people feel distressed about?

Instead of feeling sorry for them, why not feel sorry for your own waist?

This was Yan Feng's only thought after half a month of hard work.

The soul fragments still in this time are all ordinary people.

Fortunately, there are only three!

Master Bird has mastered his skills over the years and no longer cares about such trivial matters!

Yan Feng tried hard to comfort himself in his heart.

Then he slapped away Xie Chengan's hand that touched his waist again.

Yan Feng stared: "I'm done with you or not!"

"It's not enough," Xie Chengan shook his head, "The abilities of those two soul fragments are too poor, and it's really not enough. If you don't mind, honey, how about I play with you for a while longer?"

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