Goblin Goblin: Don't flirt, the villain is blackening

Chapter 716 Final Chapter The Return of the Gods 5

She is Meng Changxi, but she is not Meng Changxi.

So she has a face exactly like Meng Changxi, but she also knows many things that Meng Changxi could not learn.

A turmoil arose in Shen Lang's heart, and the news one after another was like thunder, making his mind go blank.

He had many questions that he didn't understand and wanted to ask her, but staring at the body disappearing under his chest, he lowered his eyes and asked the one he cared about the most.

"May I have your name?"

your real name.

The woman curled her lips and smiled, glowing:

"Quan Liquor."

"The power that controls the world, the wine that makes people drink and talk happily."

"Quanjiu..."

Shen Lang murmured in a low voice and repeated her name carefully.

A thin layer of smile appeared in his eyes. The smile was like flowers all over the mountains and fields in spring. It quickly covered the entire hill. As soon as it spread to the deepest part of his eyes, Quan Jiu's eyes flashed with blue light, and the tall man disappeared completely. In place.

"Jiujiu..."

………

"Pull off the cap of her little finger too."

As soon as Quan Jiu regained consciousness, a cold female voice came from above his head.

Out of instinct, when she opened her eyes, her two arms had already been retracted towards her chest.

"Huh?"

The executioner seemed to have seen something new.

"The Queen Mother, how dare this little bitch dare to hide?"

After hearing this sentence, Quan Jiu was confused. She felt a huge pain like burning inside and outside her body, and her consciousness became wandering and blurry. She felt like she had been stuffed into a washing machine and washed for three days and three nights, and her limbs were disassembled. Reorganize again, especially the ten fingers, each one seems to have been burned by flames, the ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain is heartbreaking...

Quan Jiu had a bad premonition in his heart.

"001?"

The air was quiet and no sound was heard.

Quan Jiu's heart sank.

really.

The moment the pain was not blocked, she predicted something was wrong.

Before the connection with the system was disconnected, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Are you still there?"

"……exist."

With the same mechanical sound as always, the temporarily installed system spoke softly.

Quan takes small sips of wine and exhales to relieve the pain in his body:

"Where's 001?"

The system was a little frustrated: "I can't contact Mr. 001."

Turning on the pain shield requires permission. Without 001's approval, it has no way of making its own decisions. However, Lord 001 seems to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter how many times it sends messages, it will always disappear.

"People can still move, Aunt Liang, but you haven't moved your hand for too long. It seems like it's raw."

The woman sitting in the hall is about forty years old. She wears a dragon and phoenix emerald green jade crown on her head, a black and brown embroidered robe, a collar with complicated and thick patterns, and a belt of the same color around her waist. With a loving face, she stares at the bloody body lying on the ground. woman.

With a cold and ruthless face, Grandma Liang picked up the pliers with one hand and Quan Jiu's right hand with the other. With a wave of her wrist, the thin, blood-stained fingernails flew out.

After drinking, Quan clenched his teeth and raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes cold and dark.

"Well...still so stubborn."

The woman at the main seat walked down the steps and squatted slowly next to Quan Jiu. The steps on her head made a clear collision sound with her movements. The woman's little finger with a long nail lifted Quan Jiu's chin. Force her to look at her face.

"Shen Luan, after ten years of being a saint, have you forgotten your original surname?"

She had a smile in her eyes and a gentle tone, but Quan Jiu felt inexplicably a snake spitting red letters at her.

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, and his dry throat forced out a voice:

"...I haven't forgotten."

His throat seemed to have been burnt by someone. He was hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. The base of his tongue was burning and painful. The voice he produced was like an old organ, harsh, dry and unpleasant.

"It's good that you haven't forgotten."

There was a look of love in the woman's eyes, and she raised her hand and gently touched her head with a loving gesture, as if she was touching a dying dog.

"You are the most beloved child of the Ai family. The Ai family doesn't want to do anything to you unless it is absolutely necessary. It's just that the people in the temple are too good at deceiving people. If the Ai family doesn't do this, you won't have a long memory."

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The woman stroked her head time and time again, as if a mother was pampering her child.

"Shen Luan, can you forgive the Ai family for having to do so out of necessity?"

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes covering the world-destroying hatred in his eyes.

"able."

"Good boy."

The middle-aged woman's tone became gentler, and her eyes were watery as she looked at her. She grabbed Quan Jiu's right hand and put it into her palm. She accidentally touched her flesh-and-blood fingers, and Quan Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly. , wanted to retract, but the woman held her hand firmly.

"Can I still participate in the parade in three days?"

Quan Jiu remained motionless, as if he had become numb: "Yes."

"What a good boy from the Ai family...someone, please bring the saint back to the temple."

………

Quan Jiu looked at the person in the mirror. The woman's skin was like cream, her eyebrows were cold, and she had a pair of small and plump red lips under her pretty nose.

In the blurry bronze mirror, the appearance of a woman who is captivating a country and a city is vaguely illusory.

"Holy girl, this is the medicine sent to you by the Queen Mother."

The slave put the elixir on the tray next to Quan Jiu.

Quan Jiu: "Yeah."

All the wounds on her body had been bandaged by the imperial doctor. It was only when they were being bandaged that she realized how much torture she had suffered.

All the fingernails on the ten fingers were pulled out. Because they had been soaked in salt water for too long, the fingertips turned white and the skin became wrinkled.

His body was covered with pinholes, and boiling hot water was poured into his mouth. His kneecaps had been soaked in the water for too long, and he felt a bone-eroding chill every time he walked.

An ordinary person might have died long ago, but with her strong recovery ability, the bloody wounds could grow new flesh in less than a day, and then new punishments would start over again...

The sound transmission stone in his arms gave off a flickering blue dark light, which looked extremely abrupt in the dim hall.

Quan Jiu's thoughts moved, and a huge illusory projection suddenly appeared in the huge palace.

She nodded gently: "Master."

The old man in the picture is wearing a white robe, pale face and white hair, riding a white crane in the clouds, and looks like an immortal.

Seeing Quan Jiu's pale face, he frowned:

"Luan'er, are you sick?"

Quan Jiu's expression remained unchanged: "When I was practicing just now, something went wrong."

"Nonsense!"

The old man's face darkened and his white beard twitched.

"On the journey of cultivating immortality, the most taboo thing is to rush for success. You are already the most talented saint in Cangqiong Continent, why do you need to rush for a moment?!!"

"Disciple, I know my mistake." Quan Jiu lowered his eyes.

The world that I originally lived in was very strange.

There are ordinary people from the feudal dynasty, and immortal cultivators from the temple. Even higher up, it is said that there are immortal gods. However, the gods are too noble, and only high-level figures in the temple have the opportunity to come into contact with them.

(End of chapter)