A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Chi Xiaoshen's eyes were like a mirror without waves. He held Shu Ange's dirty feet with disgust, and gently pressed the ground for her.

Shu Ange shrank his feet back and said with a blushing face, "Don't, dirty, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay."

Chi Xiao exerted a little force, and his eyes focused on the ferocious wound on his foot.

A miraculous scene appeared. Where Chi Xiao had touched, the dirt disappeared, the worn skin returned to smoothness, and even the blisters that had not broken were gone.

He was using his spiritual power to heal her wounds, and Shu Ange pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you, Chi Xiao."

Chi Xiao didn't speak, put her left foot down gently, and lifted her right foot up.

Bare feet are a very private place for a person. Being held by Chi Xiao like this, Shu Ange lowered his eyes shyly and timidly.

After Chi Xiao healed the wounds on Shu Ange's two feet, he said blankly, "If you don't use spiritual power, it will hurt."

He said the words of concern with a blank face, coupled with the clear eyes like Chaolu, the light and handsome face, the sense of disobedience almost broke the table.

Shu Ange suspects that Chi Xiao may be born with facial paralysis - but this is too rude to bring it up in person.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, where do you usually stay?"

In order to show no pain, Shu Ange stood up specially and stepped on the ground with bare feet a few times.

"I used to wander in the mountains and villages, but I have been by your side these days."

A handsome man with a temperament like a thousand years of ice, how can he not let the little deer bump into each other with the same icy words of love.

Shu Ange whispered, two small peach blossoms appeared on his face, and seemed to be surprised and asked, "So you have been silently accompanying me..."

"The aura gathered around you makes me very comfortable, are you my wife?"

Chi Xiao's words were very jumpy, and Shu Ange was half a beat before he realized that he was explaining why he stayed by her side in the first half of the sentence, and the second half was asking her if she was his wife.

Facing a classical beauty with clear eyes, no distractions, and elegant and refined, Shu Ange struggled to explain in a low voice: "After worshipping heaven and earth, you are a husband and wife, of course, not if you don't want to."

She secretly glanced at Chi Xiao, this should be quite satisfactory, and there is no inductive tendency.

But what will Chi Xiao think? Shu Ange always has a sense of shame about abducting and selling simple and beautiful men who are isolated from the world.

His handsome long eyebrows were raised slightly, and her eyes were reflected with mottled scars, which could not be called beautiful: "Then, would you like to?"

After Chi Xiao opened his spiritual sense, he saw too many idiots and resentful women, and then wandered around the world for many years.

He does not understand human emotions, but is tired of the boundless loneliness and desolation.

A sword should not understand what loneliness and desolation are, but when the lights in the world go out and out, the eagle above the sky strikes the sky, and the scales of the fish in the depths of the pool ripple.

Chi Xiao is always alone, wandering in a world that no one else can see, listening to the sound of wind and rain, and watching flowers bloom and fall and vegetation wither.

It seemed nice to have a wife, at least she could see him and talk to him.

He has served as masters, some are fanatical about martial arts and swordsmanship, and some are for the sake of their wives and husbands.

No matter which path they choose, they will never regret it.

But would anyone be willing to be a wife with a sword? Chi Xiao stared at Shu Ange, waiting for her answer.

Are you willing? The four words echoed in Shu Ange's mind repeatedly. Her joy was like a clockwork bird, chirping and singing impatiently.

It's just that everything went too smoothly, and Shu Ange was afraid that Chi Xiao was just a temporary idea, and whether he liked her or anyone who married him.

Seeing that Shu Ange's expression changed unpredictably, from joy to sorrow, Chi Xiao felt puzzled.

Human women seem to attach great importance to marriage, and he remembered in a trance that a long time ago, women had the theory of three obedience and four virtues.

"Don't you want to? If you don't want to, it's fine, I won't-"

Before the word compulsion was spoken, Shu Ange responded in a panic, "I do!"

The eyes of the two faced each other, Shu Ange smiled like a flower, and the joy flowed from the brows to the corners of his lips, and then flowed into the shallow pear vortex.

Chi Xiao's eyes remained indifferent, and he took out a lily hairpin carved from agarwood from his arms and handed it to Shu Ange: "For you."

She promised to be his wife, and he should give her a token of love, which Chi Xiao carved and polished with sword energy in his spare time.

The hairpin was beautiful and delicate, exuding a faint fragrance, Shu Ange held the cold hairpin, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "When you escape later, I will paint a portrait for you, I will be good at fine brushwork and oil painting, and also I can sketch."

"OK."

Chi Xiao sat cross-legged across from Shu Ange, his expression was peaceful and stable, and the humble firewood house did not damage his demeanor at all.

Shu Ange played with the hairpin in his hands, and the doubts that lingered in his mind lingered before.

After pondering for a long time, she still raised her head and asked, "Anyone who goes to worship with you will you recognize him as your wife? Don't you think I look ugly now?"

Chi Xiao was in trouble. If someone asked him about his beauty and ugliness with a sword, he would be able to comment on it in a few words.

But if he was asked to comment on a woman's appearance, he really shouldn't start talking about it.

After Chi Xiao was silent for a moment, he returned seriously: "My mind is clear, Zhong Lingyuxiu, you are beautiful."

Shu Ange put her hand on her face, her heart pounding, and Chi Xiao's praise made the little person in her heart couldn't help cheering.

But he hadn't answered the first question yet, and Shu Ange's happiness didn't last long.

"Won't recognize anyone as a wife, you can see me, you're sharp."

Chi Xiao actually didn't understand why Shu Ange asked such a question, but he wouldn't consider anyone who married him as his wife.

He is very fond of her, because she is soft on the outside and tough on the inside, smart on the outside, and in the face of coercion, like a sharp sword, even if she has been tempered a lot, she still doesn't change her original intention.

Not all women will be his wives.

Chi Xiao's verbal ability is actually not very good, but the strange thing is that Shu Ange has no trouble receiving it.

She carefully took the agarwood hairpin into her arms, and nodded vigorously: "Not everyone who worships can be my husband. You are very kind and powerful, making people happy."

Shu Ange's eyes sparkled, Chi Xiao looked calm, the two were ugly and the other beautiful, but they looked unexpectedly harmonious.

"Goo-goo-"

The stomach suddenly sang an empty city plan, and Shu Ange shyly closed his stomach, deliberately covering up his embarrassment.

Halfway through, Shu Ange suddenly remembered a question that made her want to dig a hole and jump in.

Chi Xiao has been with her all the time, so he also knows about her physical problems in the firewood room...

Shu Ange believed that he would not peep into this privacy, but even so, it was embarrassing to think about it.