When Yun Wei returned to the mortal world, his mind was still somewhat confused.
He and Isaac were holding hands and touching foreheads.
When he woke up, he was lying on his side, resting his chin on his hand, looking at Isaac, with one hand on the other's chest, but his wrist was being held tightly by the other.
He couldn't help but laugh. Just as he was about to pull his hand away, he lost his balance and fell face-first into the other person's broad chest.
His lover was so big that he just fell on top of him without any concern. It was as if he was the one taking the initiative, throwing himself into her arms, like a weary bird returning to its nest.
He then realized that Isaac's heartbeat had returned to normal and was beating strongly.
The skin beneath his palms was incredibly hot, making him inexplicably drowsy on this early autumn morning.
However, Yun Wei was not feeling well.
He felt something strange coming from below his waist, as if something hard was pressing against him.
"Oh!" His little face immediately turned red.
When he finally mustered up the courage to slowly look down and see what was pressing against his waist, he felt even more ashamed, and his cheeks instantly turned as red as a monkey's bottom.
What stood between him and Isaac was the weapon "My Beloved".
The eight-foot-long sword was carefully wrapped in hemp cloth. The two of them were already lying on the pile of branches covered with hemp cloth, fully clothed. Yun Wei had been focused on Isaac and hadn't noticed.
"Oh, we meet again so soon." He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "So, we're really undergoing 'iteration' in the same spacetime after all."
He pressed his fingers on the back of the sword and forcefully pulled apart a piece of burlap.
In the dim light of the day, he did indeed notice that the surface of the sword was no longer shiny as before, but instead had an added layer of ancient, weathered texture.
He forged this sword entirely out of his impulse and passion.
He never imagined that his work would one day be able to kill a god.
He couldn't help but flick the blade with his finger. "Well done, keep protecting it. Maybe one day, you really will become a 'divine weapon'."
At this point, Yun Wei suddenly recalled the scene before the Lord of Chaos died, when the divine blood that the Lord had fled into the void was completely absorbed by this heavy sword.
He thought for a moment, then bit his fingertip again, squeezed out a drop of his blood, and dripped it onto the exposed blade of the sword.
Sure enough, his blood was quickly absorbed by the sword.
The blade, wrapped in strips of cloth, flickered between light and darkness, its appearance like the strange phenomena that appeared when it was first forged. Even though Yun Wei didn't understand swords, he could hear the joy of "my love" in that low, resonant sound.
"Be content, this is the blood of a level nine mage." He chuckled, then suddenly lowered his voice, "You better behave yourself and protect him for me. From now on, every time you level up, I'll secretly feed him once, on the condition that you keep it a secret with me."
This time, the sword did not hum, but only flickered faintly again.
Seeing this scene, Yun Wei thought to himself, perhaps it really has 'spirituality'.
Spirituality is a quality that is separate from 'humanity' and 'divinity', and the book "On Gods" discusses it at an exceptionally long length.
Unfortunately, Yun Wei was not a priest and had no basic theological knowledge, so he couldn't understand it at all.
He put the burlap back in its place, but what he was thinking was, what if Isaac turned into the one he had met before, who loved the sword more than his appearance...
He can't possibly compete with a sword for attention, can he?
He forged this sword himself.
He must have felt incredibly wronged.
However, he quickly dismissed this doubt, because the other person's hot palm was stubbornly holding his wrist. Judging from the fact that the other person was unwilling to let go even in his sleep, it seemed that the other person had not changed much.
Wait a moment.
It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that Isaac's body temperature was abnormally high.
He couldn't help but probe the other person's forehead.
His body temperature has always been low, but there is no doubt that Isaac is currently running a fever.
The concept of disease did not originally exist in the continent of Zhuyuan. People would get injured, and then they could be healed by using magic or divine arts.
Only a person who is seriously injured and near death will have a persistently high body temperature. This is a strong signal to those around them that the person needs immediate medical attention.
The last time I had a fever was when I first met Isaac.
To classify the tiny wounds on my feet at the time as near-death would be an exaggeration.
Thinking of the pharmacology theories that O. Oakes was cramming on in the Tower of All Laws, Yun Wei suddenly understood many things again.
It was because he, from another world, developed a fever in extremely bad condition that the concept of 'medicine and disease' came into being on the Continent of Elements.
Thus, O. Oakes, who was recuperating, had to sit up in shock from his deathbed and frantically study the relevant knowledge.
With the evolution of the world and the recovery of the opponent's strength, this process is probably nearing completion.
From now on, the creatures of the Zhuyuan Continent will also fall ill, and will gradually begin to explore the pharmacology behind them.
Yun Wei did not feel much guilt about this.
Because this was not his subjective wish.
As a person from another world, his ability to come to the Continent of Elements was itself tacitly approved by countless gods.
Introducing the concept of another world is one of the risks they had to take.
However, looking at Isaac's rosy cheeks, Yun Wei couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him.
With his only mobile hand, he unbuttoned the other person's shirt, then placed his palm on the other person's forehead, summoning a faint layer of water element to "physically" cool the other person down.
His chin rested on Isaac's chest as he gazed quietly at his lover, his eyes greedily tracing the other's beautiful features.
Once Isaac wakes up, he will regain his sense of smell and taste.
Then they can happily enjoy delicious food together, and decide whether or not to spread civilization in the vast food desert.
With such a warm body, he might be able to sleep well even as the weather gets colder.
As for summer... we'll think about it then.
Lost in thought, Yun Wei eventually drifted off to sleep. His recent series of actions had indeed taken a toll on his mental energy, and once he relaxed, his body seized the opportunity to rest.
In his dream, he indulged himself in an extremely tender embrace.
He slept peacefully in the sacred darkness.
The other person's large hand gently rested on his back, like a protective wing that would always shield him, bringing him an unspoken sense of security.
It's just too hot.
The last time he had such a hot and humid dream was a summer night when he had just entered puberty.
But at this moment, he was clearly still lying on top of Isaac.
Yun Wei jolted awake and immediately opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of familiar eyes.
Yes, this is his Issa.
Yun Wei was absolutely certain.
"You're awake," the other person said softly, looking at him gently.
His hand, which had been resting on the other person's forehead, was now back in the other person's palm, their fingers intertwined.
His voice became hoarse as he softly replied, "Are you feeling any better?"
"Thanks to you, I feel much better," the other person replied, but the arm around his waist suddenly tightened, pressing him firmly against the other person's body.
It was at this moment that Yun Wei suddenly noticed something was wrong with his body.
He was very accurate in judging his dream, and Xiao Yunwei beneath him was currently in high spirits.
Realizing his embarrassing situation, his head throbbed with shame and indignation.
He instinctively wanted to look down, but the two were too close together, and he couldn't move his head. He was forced to stare deeply into those deep, dark eyes.
"Who did you dream about?" Isaac asked casually, but his eyes suddenly sharpened as he stared at him intently.
Yun Wei wanted to close his eyes, but his gaze was still involuntarily drawn to the other person.
“I…Isa…I dreamt of Isa,” he stammered, completely bewildered.
Such a reassuring embrace could probably only be provided by the person standing in front of him.
Yun Wei's cheeks were burning hot, enveloped by the other person's breath, and he was completely at a loss for what to do.
“I heard you.” Isaac suddenly grinned, his perfectly white teeth dazzling Yun Wei.
The other person gently took her hand, brought it to their lips, and kissed it tenderly. "I'm so happy and honored that you like me so much."
"What... what are you saying?" Yun Wei stammered, his low, hoarse voice trembling.
Isaac released his fingers but instead wrapped his arms around him.
The other person's large hand pressed against the back of his head, as if it could easily hold his entire head. "Alright, rest a little longer."
Yun Wei was somewhat stunned. He looked up at the other person and asked, puzzled, "Aren't we... going to continue?"
"Continue what?" Isaac had already closed his eyes, but he rubbed his head. "You're nervous, aren't you? Besides, I want to give you the best memories."
The other person's tone was so certain, so confident.
Yun Wei looked at the man in front of her with a complicated expression.
In that moment, he even wanted to sacrifice himself regardless of everything.
He knew that although Isaac appeared calm and collected, he was clearly a silent ammunition depot.
If only he had persisted just a little longer.
Or rather, if he insists on doing it now, the other party will definitely listen and do as he says.
However, Yun Wei eventually closed his eyes as instructed, waiting for the restlessness within his body to gradually subside.
He was the same.
I also want to leave Isaac with the most beautiful memories.
But he simply couldn't bring himself to say it.
Just feeling the astonishing temperature of the person beneath him made him so shy he almost fainted.
He couldn't help but scold himself in his heart—
Yunwei, you really are a coward with a heart but no guts.
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