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

Chapter 763 Final Chapter The Return of the Gods 52

Quan Jiu: "Don't worry, you can't die. Even if you die, I will get you back from the underworld."

He wanted to die, but she didn't live enough.

"Ahem...you are worried about my death, why?"

Feng Zui put his fist on his chin and coughed lightly, his black eyes stared sharply into hers, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.

Of course it's because I can't live if you die.

He couldn't tell the truth, as his lies would be exposed by him, so Quan Jiu simply changed the subject.

"What exactly is the method? Please tell me quickly."

Afraid that he wouldn't say anything, she specifically added a threat.

"If you die, I will send your body to the temple and let He Qingsui make you into a specimen. Day and night, you will be admired by immortal cultivators from generation to generation."

She emphasized the word "praise" in her tone.

Feng Zui imagined for a moment how a large group of cultivators in white clothes were punching, kicking, and spitting at his specimen. Strangely, he didn't feel angry, but instead laughed strangely.

He also believed that she would be able to do such an immoral thing.

"I won't tell you because there is almost no way."

Feng Zui's chest was mostly wet with bright red blood, but he didn't even look at it.

"If there is someone who can take over the demonic energy in my body, reduce the amount of demonic energy in my body, and give me time to refine and breathe, maybe there will be a glimmer of hope."

But the problem is, with the natural evil spirit, just a little bit of it can kill someone, let alone if the evil spirit enters the body.

Feng Zui has been exposed to evil spirits since he was a child, and he can feel the pain of evil spirits entering his body better than anyone else. No one will suffer for him for no reason. Even if there are, ordinary people cannot bear the swallowing of evil spirits and will definitely die suddenly.

And die.

Unless it's that person.

Quan Jiu frowned and thought carefully, choosing the right candidate.

He Qingsui is powerful enough, but the relationship between him and Feng Zui is not good, so the possibility of He Qingsui sacrificing himself for others is almost zero...

"Can He Qingsui do it?" She decided to give it a try.

Apart from Feng Zui, he is the strongest person in the entire Cangqiong Continent, and he has the greatest chance of success.

"Don't even think about it."

What's surprising is that the man who was so talkative just now suddenly turned pale, as if she said something unforgivable.

Quan Jiu: "He is a true god like you?"

Wake up!

Isn’t it good to be alive?

"impossible."

Feng Zui's tone was firmer than ever before.

Quan Jiu felt that he was asking: "Why?"

It’s not good for a man to be too pretentious.

Can't get used to it.

Feng Zui met her confused and puzzled eyes, pinched her chin with his slender fingers, his dark eyes were sharp, and he said forcefully every word:

"Do you know how to share the evil spirit in my body?"

Quan Jiu: “??”

Suddenly I had a bad feeling.

Feng Zui: "Godly friendship."

Quan Jiu: “…”

sorry.

She was wrong.

She was the one who did it.

The term "divine friendship" originally came from the Hehuan Sect. Men and women who became Taoist couples would open their spiritual consciousness to each other and practice immersively together.

For a cultivator, the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is more sensitive than the body parts. After divine intercourse, the consciousness of men and women are interconnected, and they have a completely deeper understanding of each other's bodies.

Let Feng Zui and He Qing interact with each other...

"cough!"

Quan Jiu lowered his head and pretended nothing happened, and touched the tip of his nose.

"I'll think of another way."

Feng Zui: "There is no other way."

It was impossible for him to lie in this regard, and the way forward that Quan Jiu had finally found was blocked.

As a dying person, Feng Zui was calmer than her. The little orange cat hiding under the bed boldly poked his head out and stared at the two uninvited guests in the room with vigilance and curiosity.

Feng Zui stretched out a finger and flicked it on the forehead. The orange cat was dissatisfied and made a protest sound, and the hair on its body stood up.

"This is how you treat a cat."

Quan Jiu couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his five fingers to scratch the little orange cat's chin. The little orange cat changed its guard, squinted its eyes comfortably, made a soft "purr" sound in its throat, and rubbed the back of Quan Jiu's hand with its furry head.

.

Feng Zuifeng's eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction: "You are a colorless thing."

The little orange cat pointed its butt at him, without looking back, and wagged its tail perfunctorily.

Naturally, Feng Zui would not put his warm face on his cold buttocks. He sat on the bedside and looked at the person and the cat indifferently.

After Quanjiu found some food to feed the cat, when he returned to the room, he saw Fengzui who was unconscious.

"Stinky monk?"

She raised her hand and patted his cheek hard. With such force, he didn't wake up.

Holding his wrist and looking into it, Quan Jiu's eyes darkened slightly.

The power of gods and Buddhas in Feng Zui's body is constantly draining, and he seems to realize that the host is about to die. The battle between Tianlei and evil spirits is becoming more and more fierce, and the winner is bound to be determined after Feng Zui's death.

After this fight, Feng Zui's physical condition deteriorated visibly. He is now like a balloon with a hole in it. When the gas in the ball is exhausted, his death will come.

"System, is there any way?"

Tongzi expressed his grievance: "Master Ling and Master 001 can't do anything about it. I'm a new member of the system, so don't embarrass me."

After speaking, it hesitated for a moment and hesitated.

"There is no way, but there is a crooked way..."

"explain."

"Host, you will die anyway if Feng is drunk to death. Instead of doing this, it is better to give it a try."

Quanjiu understood its meaning instantly.

Staring at the unconscious man on the bed, the corner of her mouth twitched.

"When he wakes up, he will probably strangle me to death."

………

Between "death" and "possible death", Quan Jiu decisively chose the latter.

She was inexperienced, drunk and unconscious, so she could only explore and test alone.

Her consciousness was like a snail's tentacles, cautiously exploring Feng Zui's spiritual consciousness sea. Even if she fell into a coma, Feng Zui's spiritual consciousness sea was still majestic and majestic, carrying a strong pressure.

Quan Jiu felt a huge threat, but did not stop her movements. The result of facing the difficulty was that when she accidentally touched the membrane of Feng Zui's sea of ​​consciousness, the man lying on the bed suddenly trembled slightly, his slender body

Eyelashes flutter.

Quan Jiu also trembled violently, his body completely out of control.

A subtle feeling of comfort, mixed with indescribable emotions, spread throughout the whole body.

Enduring the discomfort, she passed through Feng Zui's defensive membrane and officially entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

His scent is everywhere.

The coldness, lightness, and all-pervading surrounding her.

Quan Jiu's legs went weak and his breathing suddenly quickened.

She pinched her palms with her fingertips to calm herself down and get down to business.

Feng Zui's sea of ​​consciousness was experiencing violent storms and lightning. The originally calm sea surface was surging with wind and waves, and the huge waves rolled out were dozens of meters high. She stood on the shore and was almost swept into the sea by the huge waves and was beaten to death.

Quan Jiu looked solemn: "His current situation cannot be delayed any longer..."

The longer you delay, the worse it gets.

(End of chapter)