Help, I've become a paper man

Chapter 467 Blessings

The more Yan Zhichun spoke, the more excited he became. At the end of his speech, he even stood up and said indignantly:

"If it weren't for Yun Su being here to help him with the work, there wouldn't be so many people. Because of the territory, they said my brother didn't protect humans because he didn't build the territory!"

For a moment, the loud voice echoed in the room. Fortunately, it was past dinner time and they had been chatting about these things for a while.

The others had already left. Yan Zhichun did this, and apart from Song Yi, only one person was left...

"Okay, Young Master Yan, you are so concerned about my affairs?" Feng Jihuan's voice sounded.

With an invisible force, the two people in the room froze in place instantly. This force was probably...

It's called embarrassing?

Yan Zhichun stared at Song Yi, asking with his eyes: Why didn't you remind me?

Song Yi also responded with his eyes: I raised my hand and reminded you, but you didn’t stop.

But no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that they were gossiping and were caught by the person involved.

Feng Jihuan walked towards the two of them without stopping, and said

"Such an interesting conversation, it's a pity that Yan Changyue is not here, he should be here to listen."

Yan Zhichun blinked and said with his eyes again: Call my brother quickly.

Song Yi replied with his eyes: I can't do it.

They exchanged glances and passed messages frantically.

Feng Jihuan saw it all, but he was not in a hurry. Instead, he stopped, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched with interest.

Like the dean of studies, when he catches a student skipping class, he is ready to call the parents.

Before they could finish their discussion, a sharp blade cut through the air. Song Yi was startled, but his body was faster than his thoughts and he took action first.

The sound of metal clashing sounded.

Song Yi finally came to his senses. Even if he had other ideas, it was too late.

Because, when he was rushing forward with a long knife in his hand, he just happened to stand in front of Feng Jihuan, and stopped the sword that was about to stab the opponent before it could succeed.

Right behind the other person was another man holding a knife. The weapon in his hand was longer, and when he chopped down diagonally, it just happened to clear away the dart.

They walked one after the other, without any verbal communication, relying solely on their perception and working together tacitly to protect Feng Jihuan.

After the attack failed, the attacker was about to pull away, but Song Yi turned his head and his sight passed through the opposite side first.

Without any surprise, Yun Su grabbed another knife, raised his foot and chased after them, leaving them where they were.

This is also... what Song Yi regrets.

Feng Jihuan has stardust, and there is also a familiar smell in the breath brought by the wind. He shouldn't have done it. No one will be in trouble!

It was his subconscious actions that led to the current situation. Being watched by the two men, Song Yi slowly put down his sword.

The blade fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Song Yicai stuffed it back into the space in embarrassment.

It was too late for him to pretend that "nothing happened". In Yan Zhichun's eyes, he seemed to be regarded as a scumbag, and even a death sentence would not be too much...

"We are cooperating, we are cooperating, in..." Song Yi raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender.

After a long period of fighting, he had become familiar with cooperation and coordinated with Yun Su completely subconsciously.

But Yan Zhichun was here. He didn't love everyone in the house, but hated everyone in the house. Both he and Feng Jihuan were hated. Now...

Song Yi took a deep breath and was about to explain, but the first thing he said was "Don't tell your brother". After he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and added:

"Yan Changyue doesn't care about this. When we Stardust go out, we are just combat weapons, not romance! We are still cooperating!"

He was really scared. This person's impression of him had just changed slightly from "the man who harmed my brother" to other aspects.

When the time comes for family life, we can’t ask Yan Changyue to come and do a question where we have to choose between two options, right?

Yan Zhichun smiled and said, "You think too much. I just want to admire the appearance of a great man."

Feng Jihuan also said: "Amazing, amazing, worthy of being Master Yan's Stardust."

At this moment, the two people's eyes met in the air, and there was actually a kind of tacit understanding that briefly emerged.

Song Yi also suddenly realized that his thinking was wrong and that it was correct to follow the old ideas.

In this world, only Yan Tui and Yan Hei, no matter which one, recognize Yan Changyue, and then...

Do you think he is not worthy of Yan Changyue? !

The two people in front of him seemed to be in love with each other, but when necessary, he was the most hateful?

Song Yi shouted in his heart, "Master Qingtang, help me!" His movements were not slow. He said goodbye skillfully and left quickly.

As for whose fault it is? Who should be blamed?

Song Yixian was gossiping, and in the end, it would only be awkward because of the cooperative relationship, so he didn't retreat first.

Then, during the break, he changed places, listened to the follow-up gossip, and ate a full portion of the melon.

Noah's Ark reminds us: "In order to avoid animality, you pay too much attention to human nature, which will cause your emotions to go to another extreme."

Song Yi fell silent, and the system did not mention it again, because they both knew that this statement made sense.

There were some signs when he heard others say that the tyrant who smoked Stardust would be even more merciless when it came to smoking the rebels.

The first thing Song Yi thought of was what he saw due to the system's mess... the boy biting his hand.

Even if someone is an evil person, he or she is not a bad person when he or she is born.

Even though the insults against Feng Jihuan were exaggerated, Song Yi basically agreed with them, because most of the gossip that was spread was said by Feng's family.

Song Yi even heard someone secretly say that the number of people killed by Purgatory was not as many as those killed by Feng Jihuan.

I can only say that it is a blessing for the Feng family to be together.

He was open-minded and walked quickly, so he didn't notice that Feng Jihuan didn't leave after they left.

The man sat on the windowsill, looking into the distance, like a wooden sculpture. It was not until Yun Su came back that Feng Jihuan regained his spirits.

He grabbed the hand that was extended to him, leaned his body over, and fell into the other's arms skillfully.

When Feng Jihuan was standing alone, no one dared to comment on his style of behavior, but when they hugged, due to the difference in their body shapes, Feng Jihuan's height problem became more obvious.

Especially after getting close, Feng Jihuan turned his head and put his cheek against Yun Su's neck, as if he wanted to absorb warmth from the other person.

Yun Su did not refuse, but lowered his head, took a step closer, and put his forehead against Feng Jihuan's.

"Do you want to kill him?" Yun Su asked.

In his conversation, Yun Su did not say who "he" was, but Feng Jihuan understood that he was referring to Song Yi. However, Feng Jihuan did not ask how Yun Su discovered it during the brief contact.

They know each other well, so there is no need to hide.

Feng Jihuan said slowly: "Yes, I hate him. The way he looks at me is like... he is sympathizing with me. It's so disgusting."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Su replied: "I will go kill him."

Without any hesitation, Yun Su stood up at the same time, holding Feng Jihuan, and was about to go find Song Yi.

But in the next second, Feng Jihuan tightened his arms, approached Yun Su again, opened his mouth and bit Yun Su's shoulder, making the sound behind him fall into the air and become blurred.

Feng Jihuan seemed to be saying "I hate it so much", or he seemed to be uttering meaningless syllables.

But when he stretched out his hand and placed it on Yun Su's back, his fingertips sank into the skin, but no wounds appeared. Instead, there were traces of scales in the depression.