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

Chapter 739 Final Chapter The Gods Return 28

Feng Zui leaned against the dark black mountain wall, facing the cold pool, sitting cross-legged on the ice, looking at her coldly, without any compassion for a monk in his eyes.

"I want to kill you more than go out."

Quan Jiu was too far away from him, so he could only speak by shouting, and the empty valley was filled with her echoes:

"Aren't you a monk? How can you achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha if you have such a strong desire to kill?"

Feng Zui: "..." Ha.

"Smelly monk, what's your name?" Quan Jiu asked knowingly and threw a stone in his direction.

Feng Zui closed his eyes and remained silent, while Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at him wildly.

Although the man has shaved his head and had a ring scar, he has a deep appearance, thin eyelids, and slightly drooped eyelids. When he raises his eyes to look at you, he always gives people a sense of contempt and frivolity, which is completely different from that of a kind-hearted Buddhist disciple.

different.

Quan Jiu: "Hello."

Seeing that he remained silent, she directly threw a stone the size of a table tennis ball on his chest. When it hit the plump and strong chest muscles, the small stone was instantly bounced away, and the muscles in his chest trembled, along with eight pieces of stone.

The abdominal muscles are sunken into an alluring arc.

Looks pretty solid.

I just don't know how it feels.

Feng Zui opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared: "Come here."

Quan Jiu's lips curled up slightly: "Do you miss me now?"

"Oh."

There was another sneer, and Quan Jiu could even clearly see the sarcastic upward arc of the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I miss you." Feng Zui's eyes were cold.

I want you to die.

Quan Jiu looked very scared:

"If you think about it on the bright side, there isn't a single ghost in this Black Wind Valley. I'll be able to talk to you while I'm still alive."

Feng Zui: "..."

He still prefers the dead to the living.

Quan Jiu: "How long have you been imprisoned?"

Feng Zui: “I don’t remember.”

In the early years, the power of the seal was too strong, and he kept sleeping. He was so confused that he had no idea how many years had passed in the world.

Quan Jiu: "Then why do you want to become a monk?"

The monk has a hard time sleeping.

Feng Zui: "..."

Quan Jiu: "Why doesn't the Ten Thousand God Chain work on you?"

Feng Zui: “…”

"Does it still hurt to wear this chain of gods now?"

“…”

"Are you mute? You don't say a word?"

“…”

"Your clothes smell really good."

“…”

Quan Jiu asked a lot of questions, but Feng Zui didn't answer any of them, and she understood why.

What does a dead person do if he knows so much??

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. If it's serious business, how about I help you unlock the seal and then wipe out today's events?"

Quanjiu threw out the bait and took the initiative to seek peace.

She was only in the Nascent Soul stage, and without his abnormal physique, she could live in the Black Wind Valley for thousands of years.

Feng Zui finally looked at her.

The woman was like a little fox, with a faint smile on her lips, but there was no smile at all in her eyes. The curvature of the corners of her mouth added a lot of charm to her cold eyebrows.

The clothes she originally wore were not dry yet, and the climate at the bottom of the valley was humid, so she probably wouldn't be able to dry them in the future.

She was sitting on a stone by the roadside wearing the obscene garments and monk's robes that smelled of him, like a child sneaking into an adult's clothes. The sleeves were empty, her waist was loose, and her slender white ankles were exposed under the long hem.

Because there were no underwear, the two long snow-white legs dangling from time to time were exposed from the sides of the robe, and the feet wet with snow water restlessly overlapped.

Feng Zui looked at this scene with cold eyes and spat out with thin lips: "You are not qualified."

The spiritual power in the Nascent Soul stage was of little use to Jie Feng, and he never expected to rely on her to get out of the bottom.

Quan Jiu stretched out and took out a bag of melon seeds from the space:

"Okay, you have the final say."

Just grind it slowly.

………

She was prepared to spend a long time with Hefeng Zui, but she didn't expect that the turning point would come the next day, which caught her off guard.

Quan Jiu, as always, first "said hello" to his old friend the tentacle monster, sat next to the stone monument and watched it "stretch out its tentacles in a friendly dance", watched it "excitedly" smash through the mountain wall, and finally, under its crimson craziness,

In his eyes, he threw a delicious duck neck, ending a day of "friendly communication" among "friends".

Just when she was about to return to the cold pool, a creepy pressure suddenly spread across the entire valley bottom, and the transparent cover above her head fluctuated violently, like a twisted soap bubble, which was just a hair away from bursting.

Under this pressure, the tentacle monster and Quanjiu looked at each other, and both couldn't bear it and fainted.

When Quan Jiu woke up again, the terrifying pressure had dissipated and the tentacle monster was still unconscious. She walked towards the cold pool and saw the man turning back.

The dark and slender eyelashes were fluttering. The man's eyes were neither sad nor happy, as calm as the vast sea. Their eyes met each other. Quan Jiu could see the compassion of the simple green lantern in his eyes.

She frowned: "Were you attacking the seal just now?"

"That's right."

A man's voice is like a clear spring, clear and clean.

There was no tit-for-tat confrontation yesterday, his brows were soothing and his dark eyes were peaceful.

The weird feeling all over Quan Jiu became even stronger, and there was a strong sense of separation between the person in front of him and the cold and sharp man from yesterday.

She looked wary: "Is this your new trick?"

A gentle trap to make her relax her guard, trick her into passing through, and then kill her with a knife in hand?

Feng Zui looked at her tenderly: "I'm not him."

Quan Jiu: “…”

She stared at the identical face. The position of the small black mole under the interlocking bones of the two people was perfectly reproduced. There could not be two identical bodies in the world...

"Who are you?"

"Wind drunk."

Quan Jiu: "..."

The names are all the same.

She frowned and thought deeply, could it be schizophrenia?

Is this a second personality?

The man seemed to know what she was thinking and shook his head:

"I am him, and he is also me. We were once part of Feng Zui. People have three souls and six souls. I have one soul and three souls, and he has two souls and three souls."

Quan Jiu: "So now that he is asleep, you are the one who comes out?"

"That's right."

Quan Jiu still remained vigilant and believed most of it in his heart: "Three souls and six souls are so good, why should we separate?"

With the same eyebrows, Feng Zui in front of him is a little more gentle and distant:

"For one person."

Quan Jiu was stunned: "Who?"

Feng Zui smiled and said nothing:

"The reason why he fell into a deep sleep is because attacking the seal consumed too much of his strength. The seal in Black Wind Valley cannot trap him for long. He can break out in two months at most."

"You told me this because you want me to help him?" Quan Jiu raised his eyes.

"No, I want you to stop him."

What he said was astonishing.

Quan Jiu was puzzled: "Why, don't you want to go out?"

Feng Zui looked calm: "The hatred in his heart is hard to get rid of. Now is not a good time to go out."

"He wants to seek revenge from the temple and the hidden family?" Quan Jiu grasped the key point.

Feng Zui didn't know what he thought of, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"No."

(End of chapter)