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

Chapter 743 Final Chapter The Gods Return 32

The chain of gods has been solved, and the divine power is continuously restored. Feng Zui flicks his fingertips, the ring on his middle finger flashes fluorescence, and a set of red and white monk robes appears on him.

He is blessed with both divine power and Buddha's light, and his aura is powerful and inviolable.

A group of people in the sky fought together again.

He Qing moved his fingertips slightly and used a cleaning technique to clean the white clothes of Quan Jiu. Seeing that the tip of her nose, cheeks, and chin were all stained with dust, he handed the kettle to her.

"Case."

Quan Jiu poured water into the palm of her left hand, poured it on her face, and rubbed it a few times. When her fingertips touched her eyebrows, she felt a soft and sticky feeling. It was different from the touch of other skin. She let go of her hand, and a piece of flesh

The colorful human skin mask fell off to the ground, revealing the charming red lotus between her eyebrows.

She was stunned for a moment, then relieved. First, she soaked it in Hantan water, then in ashes, and then in water. After several days in a row, the mask's stickiness had already lost its effectiveness.

He Qingsui saw the red lotus between her eyebrows, her black eyes suddenly tightened in depth, and her amber pupils showed the ultimate blackness in the shadow of the backlight.

Quan Jiu looked at his tight jawline and pretended not to know: "What's wrong?"

As expected, He Qingsui knew the origin of the red lotus mark on the original owner's forehead.

"……fine."

His first reaction was to look at Feng Zui. He took two steps forward and blocked Quan Jiu with his body.

When Feng Zui turned around, what he saw was He Qingsui's tall figure and his furry little head behind him.

With just one glance, he withdrew his gaze and concentrated on fighting. He had not recovered his divine power and was seriously injured. Tushanjing's ancestors were quite capable. Their combined strength overwhelmed him. Several of them were determined to die.

, extremely difficult to deal with.

When a long gash was opened in the chest, his palm also hit the chest of the leader of the Qingyun Sect. A mouthful of blood gushed out from the other party's throat, and he flew out and hit the ground heavily.

"father!!"

Lan Xiu ran over with a pale face and helped the middle-aged man on the ground. The pharmacist stretched out his hand to check his pulse, his face darkened, and he slowly shook his head at Lan Xiu.

"Young Master, the sect master's meridians have been destroyed and his spiritual power has dissipated. Even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will only be a useless person in the future."

Lan Xiu knelt on the uneven stone ground, his eyes reddish, staring at the man in his arms who was vomiting blood, his voice trembled slightly:

"As long as you can save your life, Huang Yaoshi, please save him quickly..."

Huang Yaoshi worriedly said: "In a situation like the Sect Master's, it is best to have a doctor who is good at healing watch over you to prevent excessive blood loss and spiritual power dissipating too quickly."

Lan Xiu suddenly raised his head and his eyes fell on Quan Jiu.

There is no more suitable candidate than the temple saint.

Quan Jiu walked over and knelt down, a layer of white fluorescence appeared in his palm, and he pressed it on Master Qingyun's chest.

Lan Xiu stared at her gratefully, his voice choked with sobs:

"Thanks."

Quan Jiu shook his head.

Only then did Lan Xiu notice the men's monk's robe on her body and said with concern:

"The monster didn't give you any trouble, did it?"

Quan Jiu: "I can't die."

Lan Xiu remembered his father's injury and had no desire to talk. He lowered his eyes and held his father's hand tightly.

Feng Zui had just strangled the neck of the elder of the Xuannv Sect. When he turned around, he saw Quan Jiu and Lan Xiu talking very close to each other. The young man was holding an old man he had just crippled in his arms. There were two boys, one big and one small.

The back view is extremely harmonious.

He stared at Quan Jiu's back, his dark eyes narrowed slightly, just as Quan Jiu turned around, his oblique bangs rippled in the wind, revealing his delicate and plump forehead and the lifelike red lotus...

Feng Zui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he even forgot to dodge the attack from behind. He froze on the spot and forcefully took the knife on his back.

The pain of suffocation surged through his body, but he just frowned. The person who attacked was more confused than him. He had no hope of a successful attack, but he didn't know why this flexible monster seemed to be stupid and forgot.

dodge.

Quan Jiu heard the sound of wind behind him. When he turned around, he looked into Feng Zui's sharp black eyes as deep as the vast sea. The red and white monk's robe he had just put on was stained with blood again. There were small tears on the sleeves and chest. He was covered in wounds and was facing towards

Quanjiu rushed away, but a figure appeared in front of him...

He Qingsui stood in front of Quan Jiu and protected her tightly.

Feng Zui's voice was slightly cold: "Get out of the way."

He Qingsui refused to give in: "My people cannot be moved."

"Your people?"

Feng Zui asked in a strange tone. He looked over his shoulder and saw clearly the red lotus between Quan Jiu's eyebrows. His eyes fell on her unfamiliar face again, and he felt confident.

He asked sarcastically: "Substitute?"

He Qingsui remained indifferent and did not answer.

He knew that Feng Zui was testing him, so he couldn't reveal any flaws.

Feng Zui didn't even look back, his eyes were locked on He Qingsui's face:

"What, you had a falling out with her?"

He Qingsui stared at him calmly for a long time, and the breeze on the hill blew every word into the man's ears:

"Feng Zui, she is dead."

For the first time, Quan Jiu saw a third expression other than indifference and sarcasm on Feng Zui's face.

It was as if the human skin that had been worn for a long time and had been integrated with the skin was suddenly torn off, and his true micro-expression was about to be revealed. He struggled with extreme resistance. The disguise and the real expression were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Who is true or false?

Feng Zui put away the momentary gaffe and stared at He Qingsui coldly and sharply:

"If you want to protect her, you have to find a better reason."

As powerful as she is, even if all the immortal cultivators and gods in the world die, nothing will happen to her.

He Qingsui did not defend himself hoarsely, but simply said:

"If she were still alive, she would never let you out."

This short sentence was like a dagger stabbing into the man's heart. Quan Jiu watched the blood on his face disappear little by little. Love and hate were torn and entangled in his eyes. In the end, he stood there, revealing a hint of childlike expression.

confused.

She pursed her lips, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in her chest, which was extremely tight.

Tu Shanjing had already arrived behind Feng Zui, and when he saw that he suddenly stopped moving, a group of immortal cultivators quietly approached and surrounded him.

"impossible……"

"impossible."

Feng Zui spoke firmly, not knowing whether he wanted to convince He Qingsui or himself.

It's not that he can't feel the person behind him, he just doesn't want to care. His brain split into two parts, one half clamoring to believe what he said, and the other half violently overturning his thoughts.

He had not seen the light of day for more than three thousand years, and had spent countless days and nights in the bitterly cold Black Wind Valley. He relied on his belief in revenge against her to survive. But now, he was told that that person had died long ago.

Already...

dead.

He tried to pull away a sneer from the corner of his mouth, but failed.

It would be easy for her to die, but to whom should he seek revenge for his hatred of more than three thousand years?

The ball of light in Tu Shanjing's hand had already taken shape, and the old man's cloudy eyes overflowed with murderous intent as he quietly approached...

Seeing that Feng Zui was about to be hit, Quan Jiu couldn't help but step forward to warn him.

"careful!"

(End of chapter)