"Bad for me?"

Shu Nong turned his head and looked up at him slightly, his eyes slightly bent, revealing a little smile.

The blue hair rope was stuffed into Yan Changan's hand.

Shu Nong chuckled twice, and casually brushed the somewhat scattered hair, the soft hair passed through her fingers, and she didn't feel anything.

"If I'm a normal girl—" she laughed, "it's not good. ”

"But I'm not a normal girl."

She turned her head, and the tip of the pen fell back on the lamp paper, "The blue light is not extinguished, I will not die, and in the same way, if you don't die, or take the initiative to give up the green light, I can't leave you." ”

She chuckled softly, "Will you give up Qingguang?" ”

Yan Chang'an's lips moved slightly: "No." ”

This is not a question that needs to be thought about, in this world, there is only such a fairy sword in the two worlds of humans and demons, even if it is a fierce sword, there will be a risk of causing the sword bearer to go mad, but it is the only fairy sword, everyone is eager to take it, and no one will give up Qingguang.

The corners of Shu Nong's lips hooked slightly, and he stared down at the tip of the pen and chuckled: "Then you don't tie it or not?" ”

The warm sun sprinkled down, and Yan Changan's fingertips holding the hair rope moved.

Today's weather is good, the sky is like clouds, it is still early at this time, but the sun is down, he has spiritual power to protect his body, and he is not afraid of heat, but he has not yet performed the cleaning technique, and fine sweat is still coming out of the tip of his nose.

Amidst the noise of people, laughter and laughter, I don't know which restaurant has opened, and the aroma of food pours into the street, attracting passers-by to the store.

But whether it is the temperature that changes or the tempting aroma of the food, Shu Nong can't feel it.

She's not a normal girl.

She died once, and when she came back to life, she paid some price.

Yan Changan lowered his eyes, and his warm fingers gently touched the strands of hair scattered behind him.

Suddenly realized, he hooked the corners of his lips slightly.

He felt that Shu Nong was right.

No matter whether she likes him or not, no matter who she likes in the future, as long as he doesn't give up Qingguang, as long as he doesn't die, she can't leave his side.

They are destined to be entangled forever.

He also has a lot of time.

He lowered his head quietly, holding his thick hair awkwardly and trying to restore it to its previous appearance.

But Shu thick's hair is not a living thing, and he has no thoughts, let him straighten the corners of his lips, his face is tight, and he reveals a little cold and hard, and the cold hair still slips from his palms again and again.

“……”

Yan Chang'an couldn't help but feel a little deflated in his heart, his back molars clenched unconsciously, and the look of his palms was like an enemy who couldn't be attacked for a long time.

Shu Nong suddenly patted the back of his overly tight hand.

Yan Changan's hands trembled, and he subconsciously let go of his hand, and all his hair was scattered on Shu Nong's shoulders.

Shu Nong's voice carried an irrepressible smile: "In this way, you can all put them together and tie them at the ends of your hair with a hair rope, you don't need to care about that hairpin." ”

Yan Changan was emotionally upset, and he had to be honest with these hairs, and he was unwilling to give up.

"If you keep it up, Qingguang will affect you again." Shu Nong said with a smile, and then raised his chin again, "The cloak has been scattered for so long, if you are reckless, the painting on the lamp should be us." ”

Yan Changan looked in the direction she signaled.

It is the Thousand Lights Festival, there are only a lot of stalls selling lamps on the street, opposite them, there is also a vendor selling lights, a guest in brocade clothes sits next to the stall, picks up the pen to paint, drops two strokes, and then looks up at them, after two eyes on Yan Chang'an, the guest puts down the pen, folds his hands, and smiles at Yan Chang'an flatteringly.

Yan Changan pursed his lips and tilted his head slightly, finding that the gaze that fell on them was only a lot more.

After a moment of silence, he put away the silver hairpin, lowered his head and tied his thick hair together, and tied a blue hair rope at the end of the hair.

(End of chapter)