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

Chapter 745 Final Chapter The Gods Return 34

She assumed that more than 3,000 years ago, she died after sealing the wind drunk, and her soul was captured by the system to do a fast-travel mission. Then is her previous body still there?

Also, what happened more than three thousand years ago, why did she seal Feng Zui, and where did the "reluctant" master-student relationship between the two begin?

It wasn't that she couldn't sense that He Qing was avoiding the topic of Feng Zui and didn't seem willing to talk about it.

"What a mess..."

She closed her eyes, simply let her mind go, no longer thought about it, and enjoyed the spiritual spring of the moment.

She put on the three-piece red silver butterfly skirt set that He Qingsui had prepared for her. It was neither too long nor too short, just right.

The small red sling embroidered with peonies is only covered with a thin layer of gauze, and the lower body is a skirt of the same color, which makes it cool and comfortable to wear.

Quan Jiu wiped her hair with a towel until it was half dry, then she walked from the yard to the inner room.

The room was dark, with no lights on, and only the shadow of the moonlight swaying on the ground.

She almost immediately looked at the square mahogany table on her left. On the originally empty bench, a slender black shadow appeared at some point. She had obviously seen him, but the room was quiet without any breathing sound.

Quan Jiu showed vigilance, his tone changed, and there was a dagger in his hand:

"What are you doing here?"

The man sitting with his back to her turned around, revealing his eyes that were darker than the night, staring quietly at the red lotus mark between her eyebrows.

Lighting the oil lamp, the light in the room lit up, and the man's deep features flickered in and out with the flickering candlelight. Beside him, a red long sword took the initiative to remove the scabbard, and circled around Quan Jiu excitedly.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Did this bitch think she didn't die quickly enough?

Long Xiao's abnormality was like a sharp blade, cutting through the window paper between the two, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"It likes you very much."

Feng Zui looked at her, as if judging.

Quan Jiu was still blocking the door: "It's normal. I'm so good-looking and everyone loves me."

She tried her best to be clear about her relationship with Long Xiao and not reveal any flaws until she was sure of Feng Zui's attitude towards "her".

Feng Zui said nothing, staring straight at her, Quan Jiu was neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes met her, like a silent contest.

Neither of them had the upper hand. There was a huge temperature difference between day and night in the mountains. A gust of cool wind blew away the heat from the skin. Quan's wine was refreshing and he couldn't help but sneeze.

Feng Zui turned around and sat with his back to her: "Why don't you come in and wait to feed the wolf?"

"It's not like I can't beat him."

Quan Jiu murmured in a low voice, took the initiative to approach the table, and poured herself a cup of hot tea. She did not apply makeup, and kept her face bare. Her face was white and rosy after soaking in the spiritual spring, and not even a tiny pore could be seen.

Feng Zui's black eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly shot back. He thought she would be scared, but she was quite calm, which was beyond his expectation. After all, he almost killed her twice.

Quan Jiu is also predicting Feng Zui’s state.

He Qingsui clearly said that he would go to the Elf Paradise in the Western Continent, but why did Feng Zui suddenly appear here?

The tattered monk's robe on his body has been changed, and he is wearing a white robe made of silk, which is gradually dyed with sky blue mountains and streams, like a charming landscape painting.

"Do you want a drink?"

She raised her chin towards the teapot, her red lips were shiny, and her black eyes were moist. This simple movement was smart and cute.

Feng Zui said nothing, and Quan Jiu was too lazy to serve the old man. She lowered her eyes and drank tea by herself. The fragrance of tea overflowed into her nose. She trembled with her long eyelashes and took a breath.

Suddenly, there was an extra hand on my eyelids.

Feng Zui didn't know when she got up and was very close to her. As soon as she raised her eyes, she met the man's deep eyes. His pupils were very dark and often blocked his emotions. Whenever she wanted to see deeply what was in his eyes, she would

It creates the illusion of being sucked into his eyes.

Such a pair of magical eyes were staring at her intently at this moment.

The man bent down and leaned closer, his thin lips pressed against the side of her face, and his cold breath seemed to be absent. Quan Jiu suspected that Feng Zui could kiss her directly if she just turned her head.

Feng Zui raised his hand and brushed her eyes and nose. Her vision went dark, and a touch of warmth fell between her eyebrows.

The man's fingertips were hot, completely opposite to his cold appearance, as if he was trying to burn a hole between Quan Jiu's eyebrows.

His fingertips moved slightly, and his fingertips rubbed her skin back and forth. It didn't hurt, but it was a little itchy for no reason.

Quan Jiu couldn't bear it at first and grabbed his hand to make trouble:

"Don't touch it. It's not painted with paint. I carved it on purposely. It can't be wiped off."

It would be right not to admit it anyway.

Feng Zui grabbed her wrist and did not struggle. Her arm paused in the air, and her eyes dropped from the center of her eyebrows to the bottom of her eyes.

"Why are you carving this pattern?"

Quan Jiu: "You don't understand this. I'm called a professional stand-in. He Qingsui liked Honglian, so I carved it."

Feng Zui retracted his hand, distanced himself from her, and looked at her condescendingly:

"You like him?"

Quan Jiu: "I don't like it, but he is the boss of the temple. As a saint of the temple, I want to move up, so I should please him."

If she said that she had carved the red lotus randomly, Feng Zui would not believe it. How could such a coincidence happen?

As expected, Feng Zui stopped talking and sat with a cold face.

Quan Jiu: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

He was seriously injured and ran directly to the enemy's base camp. He was so courageous.

"Let's go together."

Quan Jiu: “???”

Aha??

She looked confused: "Where to go?"

………

Feng Zui waved his hand and opened a space-time portal. Quan Jiu entered the door and went from the easternmost part of the Cangqiong Continent to the westernmost part.

Instead of the green vegetation that can be seen everywhere, the Gobi Desert looks desolate under the moonlight. When the north wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky.

Her wrists were clasped together and tied together with a rope, and the other end of the rope was held in Feng Zui's hand.

The man had long legs and long steps, and he walked very fast. Quan Jiu couldn't keep up for a moment, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Smelly monk, you are kidnapping!"

She didn't know what kind of rope he used. It was extremely tough and she couldn't break free even though she tried every means.

The most annoying thing is that Feng Zui found a camel from nowhere and rode it across the yellow sand, but asked her to walk behind him.

I don’t know if He Qingsui discovered that she was missing.

Feng Zui looked at ease: "Then I will be your prisoner."

Quan Jiu can only be calm. She walked for half an hour and suddenly fell to the ground.

Feng Zui frowned and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"

Quan Jiu's hands were tied and he couldn't lift up his skirt. He could only stretch out his legs, like a squeamish little girl who had been wronged:

"Smelly monk, my knees are bleeding."

Feng Zui’s eyebrows knitted tighter.

(End of chapter)