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

Chapter 764 Final Chapter The Return of the Gods 53

She tried to open up her own sea of ​​divine consciousness. Although the sea of ​​divine consciousness is called the sea of ​​divine consciousness, in fact, most people's spiritual consciousness is not composed of the sea.

In Quan Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness, a red lotus in full bloom lay quietly. The red lotus floated in the air, its slender petals unrolled.

She tried to blend her sea of ​​consciousness and Feng Zui together.

The process of blending was frightening.

When the pain was the most, her bones were torn apart again and again. Quan Jiu once suspected that she would be split in half by thunder, or torn into pieces by the evil spirit. All the pain that Feng Zui had experienced because of the evil spirit, she was completely able to do it now.

Feel the same.

After an extremely long period of adjustment, the storm in the sea of ​​his consciousness became much smaller, and a glimmer of light emerged from the gaps in the black clouds.

The light became some kind of signal, and the dense clouds gradually dispersed, revealing the sun behind the clouds, and the cold and biting sea water unknowingly became warm.

The warm seawater slowly swallowed the wine. She considered herself to be an extremely patient person, but she had to hold on to the wooden board at the head of the bed to steady her limp body.

When everything was over, she was covered in sweat, her body went limp, and she fell into Feng Zui's arms.

The little orange cat, who had eaten and drank enough, took a curious look at the two sleeping people. He hesitated for a moment, jumped onto the bed, found a comfortable position between the two of them, lay down with his tail folded, closed his eyes and took a nap.

………

Feng Zui had a lengthy dream.

He stayed on a stormy island. The sea level kept rising, and the place where he could stay was getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing that the island was about to sink, a red lotus emitting red light floated from the sea and stopped steadily in front of him.

The storm hit the leaves of the red lotus, bending its waist from time to time, and raindrops the size of hailstones fell heavily. The fragile and delicate petals could not withstand the attack of wind and rain. A few petals fell into the water, alone and looked quite pitiful.

Honglian seemed to feel no pain, and did not make any move to leave. She stayed quietly at his feet.

Feng Zui and Hong Lian confronted each other for a long time, and finally chose to "get on the boat".

After leaving the isolated island, the storm behind him gradually subsided. Feng Zui lay in the red lotus stamens, feeling a little sleepy unconsciously.

………

His face was wet, as if something was licking his face.

Feng Zui opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the orange cat's red tongue.

And this tongue was resting on the tip of his nose at this moment.

With a dark face, he raised his arms and stepped on Xiao Ju on his neck. Xiao Ju was caught off guard and pushed away. The cat flipped several times in the air and landed firmly on the ground.

Feng Zui looked at the surrounding environment, which was the thatched hut where he lived before his "death".

Even this broken cat is exactly the same.

He sat on the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and his eyebrows twitched.

He's not dead.

Someone saved him.

As for who it is...

He looked around and saw no one.

His body had just recovered and was not yet fully recovered, so he simply wasn't in a hurry and lay quietly on the bedside to recuperate.

From the time the sun rose in the east to when the sun set in the west, one man and one cat glared at each other for a whole day, and finally the sound of footsteps was heard outside the house.

Quan Jiu carried a few packets of medicine in his hand and entered the room with a very natural expression. When she saw Feng Zui waking up, she even smiled at him.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Feng Zui: “…”

Quan Jiu turned his back to him and placed the herbal bag in his hand on the wooden table:

"That day you suddenly fell into a coma, and I couldn't wake you up no matter how you screamed. I thought you were dead. Fortunately, my friend arrived in time, brought requiem grass, and personally calmed your evil spirit, so I reluctantly took my place for you.

Save a life..."

She didn't wait for Feng Zui to speak and kept talking.

"There is someone living in this thatched house. The owner probably went into the mountains to hunt. He will most likely be back in the next two days. Let's pack up and leave before he comes back."

She said a series of words in one breath, but did not wait for the reaction of the people behind her. Quan Jiu had to turn around and meet Feng Zui's gaze.

The man's eyes were heavy, as if he was staring into a hole in her.

Quan Jiu: "What's wrong with you?"

"You talk a lot today."

Feng Zui's eyes remained still, staring closely at her facial expression, his tone was calm and indifferent.

"Really?" Quan Jiu raised his lips without any flaws, "You usually talk too little, so you think I talk too much."

It was just a spiritual acquaintance, and there was no substantial physical close contact between the two of them. She didn't believe that Feng Zui could detect it.

Feng Zui: "That's right."

The tone is still neither salty nor bland.

Quan Jiu: "This is your medicine, remember to take it on time."

She finally saved her life.

At the same time, evil spirits entered his body and he was struck by lightning. If it had been anyone else, he would have died long ago.

Feng Zui still stared at her: "Bring it here."

Quan Jiu: “??”

Have you lost your legs?

Facing Feng Zui's probing gaze, she closed her eyes and handed over the medicine that had been brewed in advance.

"Give."

Feng Zui stared at the dark, sticky liquid, without reaching out, and ordered:

"Feed me."

Quan Jiu: “?!?!”

Have you lost all your hands?

She stared at Feng Zui in shock, but the other person looked calm.

Unable to guess what he was thinking, she tentatively took a spoonful of medicine and handed it to his mouth.

Feng Zui looked at her expressionlessly, and actually opened his mouth and swallowed the medicine.

Quan Jiu: “…”

She felt like she didn't wake up from sleep today.

"Why don't you move?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice floated from above her head.

Quan Jiu immediately took another spoonful: "If you have difficulty moving, I will hire a maid for you tomorrow."

During this period of time, she had to avoid the limelight.

Feng Zui neither agreed nor refused. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, walked to the clothes rack and opened his arms.

"Change for me."

Quan Jiu: “???”

The question marks above her head increased again.

I once doubted whether the other party knew the truth about that day, but if Feng Zui really knew the truth, would the ending be as peaceful as it is now?!

Won't!

According to her idea, Feng Zui would either strangle her to death or strangle himself.

But if he doesn't know the truth about that day, what's the reason for his abnormality now?

Quan Jiu was distracted until the smell of male hormones approached and broke into her nasal cavity, and she woke up as if from a dream.

"Can you be distracted while you change my clothes?"

The warm air is coming towards you.

The man leaned forward at some point and stared directly at her with a pair of black eyes. He was tall and she seemed to be wrapped in his arms.

Quan Jiu didn't want to admit it: "No..."

The man's slender jade-like fingertips suddenly hooked the belt around his waist:

"If you are not distracted, why can you tie the belt in the wrong place?"

Quan Jiu lowered his head and saw that his belts were tied together out of place and his clothes were wrinkled.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Otherwise he might as well kill me.

(End of chapter)