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

Chapter 736: The Final Chapter: The Return of the Gods 25

Chapter 736 Final Chapter The Gods Return 25

Since luck can't drive away the cold, only the most primitive method is left. Quan Jiu rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the main god's space, and finally found the fish that had slipped through the net in the corner——

Three matches.

There were no combustibles around, so Quan Jiu found the explosives, took out the powder inside, and found a pile of cardboard boxes for cargo, tearing them into long strips.

She was moving wildly here, but the man opposite didn't even move his eyelids. Quan Jiu left the cold pool, found a mountain wall that could accommodate the two of them, bent down and got in.

A layer of crystal clear ice formed on her eyebrows, and her whole body became stiff as she lit the first match.

The pile of paper was ignited, the flames rose, and the thin layer of ice on the mountain wall near the fire gradually melted.

There was a hint of warmth in Quan Jiu's palms, but it was not enough. She wanted to put her hands into the burning fire.

So she lit the second match.

The fire finally burned normally, but the number of cartons was limited and it could not sustain it for too long.

Quan Jiu glanced at the man in the distance. The cave she was in was diagonally behind him. As long as he didn't come over, there was no way he could see what she was doing.

She stripped off her clothes and set them aside to dry. At this time, wearing wet clothes would kill her faster than not wearing them at all.

Her body was curled up, her smooth back facing the man not far away.

Hearing the sound of clothes being rubbed behind him, Feng Zui pursed his thin lips tightly, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Why should ants struggle if they are destined to die?

After the pile of paper was burned, only one sleeve of the clothes was dry. Quan Jiu dismantled a chair, shook out the cotton wool inside, and lit the third match...

The weak flame was close to the cotton wool, and just as the flame was about to touch the cotton wool, an unnatural cold wind suddenly blew through the cave, and the lit match was extinguished in an instant.

The redness in Quan Jiu's eyes suddenly increased. She raised her eyes to look at the man not far away, her tone was cold and scary.

"Is this interesting?"

The last match went out, which meant that she had completely lost the tool to light the fire. Without the fire, she was destined to die in the Black Wind Valley.

She had specially observed that it might be due to the seal. There had been no mountain wind in the Black Wind Valley. The wind just now could only be man-made. And in this Black Wind Valley, apart from her, there was only the monk in front of her.

Feng Zui frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but finally changed his words:

"You're going to die sooner or later anyway."

Even if the last match was lit, there was not enough combustible material, and she still could not escape the fate of death.

You’re going to die sooner or later anyway?!

A word without warmth completely ignited the anger buried deep in Quan Jiu's heart. The woman's eyes were scarlet and she walked straight towards Feng Zui.

"Wearing a monk's robe, you are compassionate and look like a dog. I have never seen such a trashy and hypocritical thing like you. Do you think that an ant in the Nascent Soul stage like me is pathetic? Even though I can't escape the fate of death, you still want to

Making an ineffective struggle?”

Feng Zui didn't pay attention to her at all, so when someone grabbed the collar of his clothes, he frowned and opened his closed eyes.

The pure whiteness in front of him was inexplicably hot to the eyes. He glanced sideways calmly and his tone became colder.

"Go away."

The circulation of spiritual power is not over for a week. If he moves forcefully, it will cause a backlash of spiritual power.

Quan Jiu's eyes were frighteningly red. She had an unyielding character. Even if she was going to die, she would bite off a layer of her enemy's skin first. She tolerated him in every way at first, but it was because Feng Zui did not endanger her life. The two of them

As long as the well water does not interfere with the river water, she can survive and everyone will be happy.

Her phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, with a sharp cold light overflowing, and her red lips poured out the words:

"Dog Monk, aren't you a true god? You can kill me with just a few clicks, but why don't you? You insist on watching me struggle, give me hope, and then completely destroy me. Watching people collapse, don't you find it particularly interesting?

?!"

If Feng Zui had killed her from the beginning and drowned her in the cold pool, or if he had blown out the first match when she lit it, Quan Jiu wouldn't be so angry.

The third match is her only hope. Compared with having no hope, it is undoubtedly more maddening and irritating to have hope destroyed.

She was like a trapped dog. She was about to escape from the cage, but the person behind her gently pulled the dog leash and pulled her back. All her efforts to escape were in vain.

Feng Zui looked at the woman whose eyes were scarlet because of anger, and pursed her thin lips tightly.

"Say it again, get off me."

"No, no."

He crossed his legs to do his exercises, Quan Jiu knelt on his lap, grabbed his collar with both hands, and had a nasty smile on his lips, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.

She was so provocative, but Feng Zui still didn't move, and Quan Jiu immediately guessed something.

"You are so high above me, watching me struggle like an ant, don't you feel a special sense of accomplishment?"

Except for the irrational moment when she rushed towards Fengzui, her sanity was always online.

The man's body was as warm as spring, and from the moment she approached Feng Zui, a steady stream of heat rushed towards her.

She sat in Feng Zui's arms and patted his face: "You monks should be very concerned about breaking the precepts, right?"

Feng Zui frowned, having a bad feeling in his heart.

Quan Jiu blew a breath into his ear and moved her red lips slightly:

"Holy monk, have you ever broken the sexual precept?"

Feng Zui's forehead was twitching, and his face was dark and frightening: "How dare you."

"I'm going to die, what the hell do I not dare to do?" Quan Jiu curled his lips and smiled coldly, counterattacking sarcastically.

She suddenly approached Fengzui's earlobe, bit it gently, and said in an ambiguous tone:

"...Want to try?"

Her ear canals were numb, Feng Zui pursed her thin lips into a straight line, and looked at her coldly. Although he didn't speak, Quan Jiu read the meaning in his eyes——

court death?

Quan Jiu raised her thin lips slightly, and the warmth in her body made her feel a lot less angry.

She patted Fengzui's chest, not hiding her disgust:

"Don't worry, I don't even want a despicable man like you to come to my door."

Feng Zui: "Get off me."

"That won't work." Quan Jiu retorted without thinking, "If you leave, who will keep me warm?"

Feng Zui: “…”

When his luck is over, she will definitely die.

The ice on his body melted, and his limbs regained consciousness. Quan Jiu thought he was almost done, and then got off Feng Zui.

"Your clothes are nice."

She happened to have nothing to wear.

Feng Zui clenched his molar teeth: "...I have a lot of clothes in my space ring."