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

Chapter 801 Final Chapter The Gods Return 90

In short, Feng Zui is not confident and doesn't believe that she will like him as much as he likes her.

Hearing this, Feng Zui's black eyes darkened: "That's not what I meant."

Quan Jiu didn't seem to notice his anger. When she passed by a sugar water shop, she bought a bowl of iced sugar water. She took a sip with a spoon and her phoenix eyes narrowed in pleasure.

"It's a pity it's just not cold enough."

In ancient times, there were no refrigerators, so we relied on well water for refrigeration.

Feng Zui took the sugar water and used his palms to perform exercises. A burst of blue spiritual power surged, and the wooden bowl filled with sugar water froze.

He handed the sugar water that had cooled a few degrees back to Quan Jiu, but his interest was not high and he was still immersed in what she had just said.

The corner of Quan Jiu's mouth curled up slightly, looking at the obviously depressed man, she suddenly picked up the spoon, took a sip of sugar water, and put it to his lips.

"Want to try it?"

Feng Zui lowered her eyes and looked at the wet wooden spoon. She had just sucked this spoon...

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the woman's moist red lips. He pursed his lips and opened his mouth slightly.

The taste was too sweet and he didn't like it, but when Quan Jiu took another spoonful of sugar water and put it into his mouth with the spoon that had fed him, the corners of his tight mouth relaxed.

The red lips held the wooden spoon, and he and she even saw her lips being squeezed and deformed by the wooden spoon. Feng Zui thought of the sweetness of the sugar water, couldn't help but take a deep breath, and turned her head.

"Want this?"

Quan Jiu held up a wooden doll in each hand and looked at him with a smile.

Feng Zui: "...Hmm."

The master who has recovered his memory has changed a lot compared to what he was three thousand years ago.

The stall owner held a wood carving knife and looked at the two people happily: "What do you want to carve it into?"

Quan Jiu: “I can carve it myself.”

The stall owner was so happy that she gave her the wood carving knife and went to greet other customers.

Feng Zui looked at the woman sitting on the wooden bench who was carving seriously, lowered his eyes and rubbed the wood embryo. When Quan Jiu wasn't paying attention, he asked the boss for a carving knife.

Compared to Quan Jiu, whose movements were unfamiliar and clumsy, Feng Zui's movements were several times faster. In just one stick of incense, the wooden doll had an accurate prototype.

The delicate eyebrows and sparkling eyes are exactly what Quan Jiu looks like.

"What are you doing?"

Quan Jiu didn't know when he came behind him, Feng Zui was startled, the carving knife slipped and pierced his fingertip.

Feng Zui: "... just take a look."

He hid the carved puppet and the carving knife behind his back.

Quan Jiu secretly "tsk", without revealing it, he pushed the carved puppet into his hand: "I'll give it to you."

Feng Zui was slightly happy in his heart, but when he lowered his head, his smile condensed slightly: "What... is this carving?"

There are two horizontal bars at the position of the eyes, and a crooked vertical bar at the position of the nose. Where the neck should be, it is twice thicker than the waist. It does not look like a human, but looks like a monster...

Quan Jiu carved Feng Zui, and specially carved a few hairs, imitating Feng Zui’s appearance today, and carved a hairband:

"Isn't it obvious?"

She is well-sculpted.

Feng Zui: “…”

He stared at the puppet that looked different, and could barely tell it was a human-shaped puppet, and gave a low response.

"Don't you like it?"

Quan Jiu tentatively opened her mouth. This was her first time.

Feng Zui: "...I like it."

He likes everything she sends.

Quan Jiu nodded with satisfaction. After paying, he bought a lot of medicinal materials and then returned to the inn.

Master Ling watched her come back and nodded at her, Quan Jiu returned his smile.

She didn't know who he was looking for to save, but now she seemed to know the answer.

Watching the tacit interaction between the two, Feng Zui's dark eyes darkened slightly, and the good mood after a day of shopping disappeared.

There were many things he wanted to confirm, such as the original seal, such as the intimacy that day... But she seemed not to care at all and never took the initiative to explain.

The emotion was hidden deep in his heart. When Quanjiu closed the door, Feng Zui stretched out his hand to block the door.

Quan Jiu asked knowingly: "Is there anything else?"

After the master-disciple relationship was restored, the two slept in separate rooms, with Feng Zui staying in the room next to hers.

Feng Zui: “…”

fine.

Just plain unhappy.

Quan Jiu: "I'll close the door if nothing happens?"

Feng Zui's eyebrows twitched slightly, and before she closed the door, he reached out to stop her and squeezed into the house.

Quan Jiu secretly raised his eyebrows.

Not bad, good, progress has been made, and everyone knows that strength is coming.

Feng Zui entered the room, walked to the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Quan Jiu found him a step down: "It turns out he's thirsty."

Feng Zui: "...Hmm."

After drinking the tea, Quan Jiu stared straight at him, Feng Zui tightened his fingers slightly and came up with a lame excuse.

"My soul... doesn't feel well."

It's not like he was completely lying. Half of his soul was gone, which had an impact on his physical and mental strength.

Quan Jiu caught his pulse and turned serious: "Let me take a look."

Not seeing the problem, she simply held his face and tried to enter his spiritual residence with ease.

Feng Zui stopped her firmly this time, and the emotions that had been held in for three days finally overflowed from her closed chest at this moment.

"What does Master want to do?"

"Don't make trouble, relax, I'll go into the Ling Mansion to show you."

Feng Zui's hand to stop her didn't let go, but tightened it:

"This is inappropriate."

Quan Jiu: "Why is it inappropriate?"

Feng Zui looked into her eyes and said word by word:

"The Ling Mansion is private. Since ancient times, only immortal cultivators who have become Taoist couples can enter each other."

Quan Jiu looked directly into his eyes and said without hesitation: "But my master has already gone in."

Afraid of not being stimulated enough, she stretched out her fingers to make gestures.

"I scored twice."

Feng Zui's breathing was heavy, and the divine encounter was vivid in his mind. He could still recall the feeling that almost drove him crazy at that time. He took a deep breath:

"Those two times... were forced by the situation. I know that Master was trying to save me."

The first time, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma, and the evil spirit was out of control. The second time, his soul disappeared and he was in a state of complete disarray. Both times, it was a critical moment, and she had no choice but to save him.

Quan Jiu once wanted to crack open his brain and see what kind of cotton wool was inside, but she said calmly without hesitation.

"But my master not only entered your spiritual palace, but also leaked your Yang Yuan..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zui's pupils narrowed suddenly, and the calm expression he originally pretended was cracked.

Does she know what she is talking about?!

Quan Jiu looked at the petrified man, as calm as an old gangster who had been among the flowers without a leaf touching his body.

"Good disciple, Xie Yang Yuan is not forced by the situation."

Feng Zui: “…”

After three thousand and five hundred years, he has indeed changed as a person. This is Feng Zui's only thought at the moment.

The Master in my impression is cold and indifferent, and it is impossible for him to say shameless words like he does now.

Originally holding Quan Jiu's hand firmly, Feng Zui unknowingly released his strength. Feng Zui retracted his hand and tried to calm down.

"...You come in."

………Dividing line………

Quan Jiu: I do my best to date my straight male disciple every day, but he thinks I’m a scumbag, Barbie Q.

(End of chapter)