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

Chapter 560 Weird rumors about rules? He is scarier than the ghost story "It's over"

Decades pass quickly.

With those weird games as spice, life is actually not that boring.

In short, when Jiang Wusheng's life was about to come to an end, for Yan Feng, it felt like it passed by in a flash, and then he had a strange feeling: Ah, a hundred years have passed.

If you say you can't bear it, it must be true.

After all, even if you have never heard any ambiguous remarks from a man in your life, the two people have the same thoughts.

The existence of love does not require verbal communication, they all understand it very well.

But it is different from the situation in other lifetimes.

Jiang Wusheng would not let Yan Feng feel the deep affection in his words.

When it was time to say goodbye, he also didn't let Yan Feng feel too much reluctance and sadness.

Look into Yan Feng's eyes.

Jiang Wusheng said seriously: "Yan Feng, I feel like I may be dying. The thing I mentioned to you before still has a chance. So..."

"I don't want to learn, and I'm not interested. Can you calm down?"

Yan Feng interrupted Jiang Wusheng with a headache.

He really knew what the other person wanted to say.

He simply wanted to tell him that he could teach Yan Feng all the methods of preserving corpses.

This would count as his death.

Yan Feng can also use another way to keep him by his side forever.

Jiang Wusheng thinks this is good.

But Yan Feng's scalp felt numb upon hearing this.

As expected, I have no interest in this area at all.

Then without giving Jiang Wusheng a chance to struggle, Yan Feng spoke again. He said, "Didn't I tell you before that if you die one day, I will die with you. You raise me at home. Decades have already exhausted me. Now that you are dead, you expect me to live on my own. Don’t you think it is too difficult for me? "

Jiang Wusheng lowered his head and thought.

That doesn't seem wrong.

For decades, he did not allow Yan Feng to leave their house. It seems normal that Yan Feng has lost the ability to survive on his own.

But the problem is that the money he earns is enough to allow Yan Feng to live the rest of his life comfortably and without any burden even if he hires a nanny.

He knows this himself.

He believed that Yan Feng was also very clear about it.

So it’s not like there’s no way to continue to survive in terms of material things.

But mentally, there is no way to spend time without his company.

This realization made Jiang Wusheng feel very good.

They can't leave each other.

Even death cannot give up.

Isn't this much more satisfying than the love those people keep talking about?

While thinking about this, Jiang Wusheng stared into Yan Feng's eyes. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked a question that even he thought was ridiculous: "Yan Feng, do you think that after we die, we can become monsters in the world of ghost stories?"

Yan Feng:?

Become a monster?

No.

Brother, what kind of hobby do you have?

He looked at Jiang Wusheng with a somewhat blank look.

Jiang Wusheng gave him a good explanation: "If we become monsters, we can be together forever. Unless a player comes to break the game, no one can separate us, right?"

So that’s what I was thinking about.

Yan Feng kept laughing.

But if they really become monsters, I am afraid that no player will be able to break through their level until the natural destruction of this game.

After all, they are not gods of the small world.

But the true God of the big world...

Thinking about that scene, Yan Feng found it very interesting.

But after all, he rubbed Jiang Wusheng's head and said, "Don't think too much. Even if we don't turn into monsters, we can be together forever."

Jiang Wusheng obviously didn't believe his comfort.

Yan Feng showed the rosary beads on his wrist and said: "Put your fingers on it and say, when your body dies, your soul will be willing to be with me all the time. After you finish speaking, you can Promise we will never be separated."

Jiang Wusheng didn't know where Yan Feng learned this kind of nagging saying.

But although it sounded a bit strange, he was willing to believe it.

After all, I have participated in so many weird games in my life, and I have dealt with gods and ghosts too many times. Even if you were once considered an atheist, you have been polished so many times in that game that you have to believe it even if you really don’t believe it.

So after listening to Yan Feng's remarks, Jiang Wusheng didn't hesitate too much.

He directly pressed his fingers on the beads.

He said: "I am willing to give you my soul and allow you to keep it with me. But if you let me find you with other people, even if I am in the state of soul, I can kill you all." .”

He said it quite seriously.

Of course Yan Feng also knew.

According to Jiang Wusheng's temper, at least on this matter, he definitely didn't lie.

Yan Feng couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth twice, and replied with a dry smile: "How could you find anyone else besides you?"

Jiang Wusheng returned his gaze calmly.

There wasn't much emotion in that reaction.

But Yan Feng always felt that this look was clearly telling him: It's okay to look for him, just see if you are alive when the time comes.

What a pervert.

When this time comes, it doesn’t make people worry at all.

Yan Feng complained quietly in his heart.

On the surface, he held Jiang Wusheng's hand, smiled at the person and said, "Don't worry, have I ever lied to you in this life?"

It seems there is none.

When he heard these words, the cold and threatening expression on Jiang Wusheng's face softened a little.

Take two deep breaths.

Looking into Yan Feng's eyes, he suddenly spoke.

He said something he rarely said in his life: "Yan Feng, I love you."

In fact, even at this time, he is still a little confused about the definition of love.

But the two of them have been entangled together for a lifetime.

He is not even willing to let people go in the next life.

So if this is not love, what should the love in textbooks be?

Jiang Wusheng always has a rational thinking mode.

Within his rational scope, he believed that there was no problem in talking about love here.

When Yan Feng heard his confession, he suddenly froze there.

Then his eyes slowly turned red.

really.

Things are rare.

The same goes for words.

Looking at his appearance, Jiang Wusheng smiled helplessly: "If I had known you liked these words so much, I would have told you more before. There is nothing wrong with me."