It's warm, as it used to be.

Su Nanxing once again felt Shen Muchen's unique warmth.

It's like an addiction.

Lingliu spread on his fingers, Sunan Xing was first surprised, then nostalgic and reluctant, and finally, he became intoxicated.

Shen Muchen's warmth is unique, far better than the baking of the summer sun, and different from the superficiality of warm water. He can always know what is the best moderate, not too much, not too much, just right.

It's just that good things are always short-lived, and Sunan Xing always feels warm in a moment, and in a flash, he says goodbye.

This feeling made him extremely attached to Sunan Xing, who was already afraid of cold.

Just like a traveler who is immersed in a hot spring, facing the world full of wind and frost outside, how can he give up the beauty in his arms?

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Sunan Xing was quiet, breathing very slowly, but his chest was rising and falling violently, he always wanted to make it a little more beautiful, a little longer.

He always struggled to keep what he cherished.

Like an old man, like a child.

Just like today's Sunan Star, it is long gone, just like today's teenagers, they are no longer young.

But he still thought, a little longer.

Stay a little longer.

If you deceive yourself, let him continue to be drunk in a beautiful fantasy.

Until, until he finds the man who must come to his senses...

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Sunan Xing rubbed and pasted the back of his entire hand on his shirt, looking a little clumsy.

The back of his hand is one of the most sensitive places on the human body, and Sunan Xing felt a spiritual stream rushing in, covering the back of his hand, like waves of seawater, constantly washing his skin.

And at this moment, outside the screen, another person's finger has never left.

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Su Nanxing stayed for a long time, and Shen Muchen was the same, waiting for a long time.

When Sunan Xing finally removed the robe from the screen, and when the last edge of the cuffs also disappeared on the wooden edge, Shen Muchen's hand hanging in the air slowly put it down.

He looked down at his fingertips.

Because the spiritual power has been circulating for too long, it has become a little numb and faintly white.

Shen Muchen's eyes flashed with a moment of confusion, and there was a hint of melancholy freshness.

It was the first time he had used so much of his spiritual power for the sake of a person.

Even such a simple little thing, for him before, it was just the action of raising his hand.

He never did.

And now, he raised his hand, and he finally had the time when he wanted to use his power for the sake of another person, but the scriptures were not the same as before.

Shen Muchen bent his fingers slightly and straightened them again.

It's still numb.

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He would unconsciously forget his situation for the sake of Sunan Xing.

Forget about who you are now.

At this moment, he also felt the exhaustion of his strength for the first time.

In the past, he had seen countless human races, demons fall in front of him, bow their heads, and lose their strength.

And now I am on the verge of such a situation.

It turns out that this feeling is so overwhelming.

Shen Muchen stretched out his left hand and wanted to touch his right finger, but he retracted it in fear————

He was afraid,

He was afraid that he was really what he thought.

He was afraid that if there was no way to do the Alien Spirit Forbidden Technique, what else could he do............

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Sunan Xing, who was standing behind the screen, lifted up his robe and held it in his arms.

The golden aura became less and less, and gradually disappeared, and the spiritual flow that washed the meridians of Sunan Star also receded.

The warmth, however, is as always covered with clothes, as if the spirit is woven into the fabric, which is gentle and refreshing.

Sunan Xing's eyes widened slightly, a pair of peach blossom eyes, the tip of the tail was slightly upturned, and there seemed to be a starlight flashing in his pale eyes.

Different from Shen Muchen's dark eyes like night, Sunan Xing's pupils are a faint light brown, like a transparent spar, and like a quiet shallow.

So much so that the little starlight that flashed by was quietly covered up, and even he didn't notice it.

Can it still be like this?

This time the aura seems to be different.

Su Nanxing was a little puzzled.

The previous two times, whether it was by Qinghu Lake or in the Food Angel Canteen, the warm current sent by Shen Muchen came and went faster, and while warming and drying his clothes, he also suddenly melted into his body and disappeared.

But this time it was different, the spirit flow was clothed into the clothes, meticulous, and it was still warm.

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Given that Shen Muchen had previously said that he had something important and wanted to rush to Giant Spirit City before evening, Sunan Xing didn't have time to think about it anymore.

The boy neatly tied his clothes, held a goose-yellow headband in his mouth, tied up his long, fluffy hair, and then tied it again. hurriedly paced out, but he didn't see Shen Muchen.

Su Nanxing's heartbeat had calmed down at this time, and all he was worried about now was: Is he too slow, Shen Muchen is afraid that he won't have time to leave first?

In fact, there are some things that Shen Muchen thinks are right, such as now.

Su Nanxing is indeed a big personality, even if he sometimes thinks of a lot of things, sometimes he can try to figure out a little change in Shen Muchen and think carefully, but he will never think about it more. What he is used to is that he can not be entangled.

Although, at the moment, everything is unknown, he has to be cautious and careful.

But he will never worry about his inexplicable heartbeat for a long time.

I don't know if it's because "Su Yao" is mature and has experienced a lot, so he is not surprised by everything, or is it because "Su Nanxing" is still young and has no understanding of these wonderful feelings?

Or perhaps, deep down in his own heart, he rejects this feeling.

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Su Nanxing thought that even in the illusion world, the seasons are different, but the morning and evening times set by the Yuxu Tower are the same. This is also to prevent someone from getting lost in the illusion and forgetting reality.

The boy hurried to the door, pushed open the door, and a beam of slanting sun suddenly spread throughout the room, enveloping the people standing under the tree opposite.

At this time, Sunan Xing had completely forgotten everything before, as if the blushing and heartbeating self just now no longer existed.

He narrowed his sun-drenched eyes, his soft eyelashes drooping, and grinned.

He waved at the people under the tree: "Shen Muchen!"

“..................”

Shen Muchen raised his head and glanced at Sunan Xing on the tree house, and secretly hid his trembling fingers in his sleeve.

Su Nanxing trotted down the steps and ran in the direction where Shen Muchen was.

The pale yellow clothes were clean and neat, floating over the wooden blocks suspended in the air at each level, and the black hair was also re-tied and swayed slightly. Step by step, through the shade of the trees, a golden sycamore leaf fluttered down, falling on the wooden steps he stepped on, and a different kind of flower bloomed.

The young man came with the wind like this and ran to Shen Muchen.

Looking up at the sky, with a little pure innocence, he said, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm not late, right?"

“..................”

Shen Muchen deliberately ran under the tree to blow the cool breeze for a while, and finally calmed down.

After repeated thinking, he finally came up with the reason for these strange feelings————

And that's part of that incident.