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

It’s quite different from Wei Yuzhe’s physical condition.

He originally thought that he had reached such a point before his death, so the feeling he would endure when facing death must be extremely painful.

But the fact is that as long as Yan Feng is by his side, there is absolutely no possibility that he will suffer that kind of despair and pain.

Almost all of his senses were adjusted to the weakest level, so that when he faced death, he would not feel so much pain.

When his life was about to come to an end, Wei Yuzhe was still constantly asking Yan Feng.

Will his soul still be with Yan Feng after his death?

These words were not lies to him.

He always has to make sure things are going well so that he can feel more at ease.

Knowing what was in his mind, Yan Feng would of course answer him without hesitation whenever he asked these questions.

He has been trying to give Wei Yuzhe a sense of security throughout his life.

Now it has come to an end.

He certainly didn't want Wei Yuzhe to leave in fear.

At the end, when Wei Yuzhe's breathing became weak, he did not forget to give a final reminder to Yan Feng, telling him to deal with all the paintings he had drawn before, and then leave here together.

Wei Yuzhe always kept this incident in mind.

The same is true for Yan Feng.

Because only after those paintings were finally completed did Yan Feng understand what Wei Yuzhe had said at the beginning.

He also didn't want the painting to remain.

Because there was a picture of Wei Yuzhe on it.

Just like Wei Yuzhe, Yan Feng felt indescribable discomfort when she thought that her husband's portrait would be hung in the house by other people in the future.

So let the paintings go with them.

This is undoubtedly the best approach.

In order to facilitate the day's work, Wei Yuzhe had even prepared an incinerator in the backyard of their villa in advance.

In this way, Yan Feng’s task will become very simple.

Just throw all the paintings into the furnace and turn on the fire with one click to solve the problem.

As agreed before, he pushed Wei Yuzhe's wheelchair and took the paintings to the backyard.

When all the paintings were placed in the incinerator, he could already feel the warm breath coming from his wrist.

This is the feeling of the soul returning to the rosary.

of course.

It is also proof that Wei Yuzhe has left this world.

He raised his hand almost subconsciously and placed a kiss on the rosary. Then he turned off the incinerator and turned the fire to the maximum as Wei Yuzhe had taught him before.

Yan Feng didn't leave too far, just stood aside leaning on the wheelchair.

Feeling the heat on his face, he yawned and asked Wei Yuzhe, "Wei Yuzhe, how about I throw you in there and burn you with me? That way, not only can the painting stay together, but the two of us can also be mixed together forever."

After saying this, there was no response.

Yan Feng also knew.

The other person's soul has returned to his rosary.

How could I possibly give him a response?

But in the end, he only made sure that all the paintings were burned. As for Wei Yuzhe himself, he had no intention of burning him.

He just sighed deeply and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had returned to the state he was most familiar with.

He returned to the realm of God.

The red panda was waiting right in front of him.

Seeing Yan Feng coming over, he immediately placed all the scrolls in his arms into Yan Feng's arms, and tried to take credit for himself by saying, "Boss! I have done everything you asked me to do! I have also retrieved all the things that the gods painted in the small world for you!"

In the small world, Yan Feng did burn all those paintings.

But in fact, this is just a way of transmission.

Just like burning paper is the way the living convey their thoughts to the dead, this method can also be used to transport the things he thinks he needs in the small world back to the divine realm.

These are both their treasures.

Yan Feng did not hold the scrolls in his hands all the time.

Instead, he raised his hand and waved.

All the scrolls were floating in the air.

As it unfolded in front of him, Yan Feng checked each picture one by one.

Both the quantity and the state were exactly the same as he remembered.

This proves that the red panda is indeed not lazy in his work.

Yan Feng expressed great satisfaction.

While he was studying these paintings seriously, he heard a familiar chuckle from the man beside him. With a hint of helplessness, he said, "Baby, since you like these things so much, can't I draw a few more for you after I come back? You finally came back here, but you just stared at those paintings without even looking at me. Are you trying to make me jealous?"

Hearing this voice, Yan Feng turned around immediately.

Then he saw that not far away from him, Xie Chengan was crossing his arms and looking at him helplessly.

However, he was already completely accustomed to the other person's state. Yan Feng simply glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze.

Look again at the paintings floating in the sky.

He hummed twice, but answered seriously, "That's different. What is drawn now is from the present, and what was drawn in the past is from the past. These are all very important, and they are treasures that need to be carefully preserved."

Yan Feng is always like this.

As long as it was something related to Xie Chengan, he would always want to collect it, just like other birds like to collect those shiny jewels. For Yan Feng, Xie Chengan was his most precious gem.

Understanding Yan Feng's meaning, the smile in Xie Cheng'an's eyes became gentler than before.

Changing the subject, he said, "Since these are such important things, baby, do you also want me to be here and draw a few more for you?"

Yan Feng tilted his head.

After thinking seriously for a while, he nodded, then shook his head and said, "I really want you to continue painting, but not for me. You must appear in the painting. Otherwise, I will be alone in the painting and feel lonely."

Xiaoniao is the type of person who likes to cling to people.

Xie Chengan has always understood.

So he nodded obediently and said, "Then..."

"You don't need to draw it now, and you don't need to fuse the soul fragments." Yan Feng seemed to have guessed what he was going to say, and simply waved his hands. He said, "Didn't you say that there aren't many soul fragments left? Then just go for it and collect them all first."

"Otherwise, the longer it takes, the less I want to continue working."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze back to the red panda next to him. With a firm tone, Yan Feng said, "Okay, just tell me what the next world is about!"

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(It's almost finished, so the last few worlds are my own XP. Thank you for your company along the way. I love you~)