After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 114 He still has a lot of time

"Not good for me?"

Shu Nong turned his head, raised his head slightly to look at him, his eyes slightly curved, showing a little smile.

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

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

"If I were a normal girl—" she laughed, "it wouldn't be good."

"But I'm not a normal girl."

She turned back, and the tip of the pen landed on the lamp paper again, "If the blue light never goes out, I will not die. Similarly, if you don't die, or if you voluntarily give up the blue light, I can't leave you."

She smiled softly: "Will you give up Qingguang?"

Yan Changan's lips moved slightly: "No."

This is not a question that needs to be considered. In this world, there is only such a fairy sword left in the world of humans and demons. Even if it is a fierce sword, there is a risk of causing the sword holder to go mad, but it is the only fairy sword. People flock to it, and no one will give up Qingguang.

The corners of Shu Nong's lips curled up slightly, he lowered his head and stared at the tip of the pen with a chuckle: "Then are you going to tie it or not?"

As the warm sun poured down, Yan Changan moved his fingertips holding the hair rope.

Today's weather is good, thousands of miles like clouds, it is still early at this time, but the sun is shining, he has spiritual power to protect his body, and he is not afraid of heat, but he has not yet been cleaned, and the tip of his nose is still dripping with sweat.

Amidst the noisy crowd, laughing and fighting, I don't know which restaurant has opened, and the aroma of food pours into the street, attracting pedestrians to go to the store.

But Shu Nong couldn't feel the changing temperature or the tempting aroma of food.

She is not a normal girl.

She died once and came back to life again, and she paid a price.

Yan Changan lowered his eyes, his warm fingers lightly touched Shu Nong's loose hair behind him.

As if suddenly realizing it, he slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

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 Qing Guang, 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 Shu's thick hair awkwardly and awkwardly, trying to restore it to its previous appearance.

But Shu Nong's hair is not a living thing, and he has no thoughts, even if he purses the corners of his lips straight, his face is tense, showing a bit of coldness for no reason, the cold hair still slips from his palm one after another.

"..."

Yan Chang'an couldn't help feeling a little discouraged, he clenched his back molars unconsciously, looking at the hair in his palms, he looked like an enemy who could not be defeated for a long time.

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

Yan Chang'an's hands trembled, and he subconsciously let go of his hands, all the strands of hair fell on Shu Nong's shoulders.

There was an irrepressible smile in Shu Nong's voice: "How about this, you all get together, just use a hair tie to tie the ends of your hair, there's no need to worry about that hairpin."

Yan Chang'an was at a time when he was emotionally overwhelmed, and he insisted on getting serious with these strands of hair, and was unwilling to give up.

"If you keep pulling back the blue light, it will affect you again." Shu Nong laughed, and then raised his chin forward, "If you keep your hair disheveled for so long, if you try your best, the painting on the lamp should be us."

Yan Changan looked in the direction she indicated.

It's the Thousand Lantern Festival, there are only a lot of stalls selling lamps on the street. Opposite them, there is also a vendor selling lamps. A customer in brocade clothes is sitting next to the stall, picking up a brush and drawing. After two strokes, he wants to look up at them With one glance, after meeting Yan Changan's eyes twice, the guest put down his pen, folded his hands together, and smiled flatteringly at Yan Changan.

Yan Changan pursed his lips, tilted his head slightly, and found that there were only a few more eyes on them.

After a moment of silence, he put away the silver hairpin, bowed his head to gather Shu Nong's hair together, and tied a blue hair rope at the end of the hair.

(End of this chapter)