Metaphysics Big Shot Becomes Popular After Setting Up a Stall in the Interstellar Era

The doomsday big shot from the Xuanmen sect caught the last train for transmigration, becoming the fake daughter in an abusive novel. At the start, she evaded various ill-intentioned individuals on...

Chapter 388 The Jealous Little Coachman of Apocalypse

The black curtain appeared, roaring like a raging beast.

A flawless face was reflected in Qu Jian'er's eyes.

The newcomer was dressed in a pure white robe, and his appearance and attire were very similar to those of a young pope from ancient Western times.

Her deep blue eyes were hidden by her eyelashes, and her gentle approach resembled the moonlight's lingering affection for the human world.

He was once high above others, yet he willingly succumbed to depravity.

The red rose held its breath, feeling uneasy about the beauty of the newcomer and the danger lurking behind it.

Even though I've never seen that face before.

Even the red rose can guess who the visitor is.

She let the man's arm embrace her.

The visitor spoke in a very gentle tone, saying affectionately, "My little darling, I've been looking for you everywhere."

Red Rose closed her eyes in protest: "Apocalypse, I told you I don't like this nickname."

Apocalypse smiled gently, silently rejecting his beloved's small wish.

He embraced his lover contentedly before turning his gaze to the other living person present.

Qu Jian'er couldn't help but sigh, "You're trying to attract Little Rose with this face, huh? Considering how hard you've worked, I admit you're the most beautiful person here."

Red Rose looked at Qu Jian'er with admiration.

Over the years.

Everyone who witnessed the apocalypse dared not breathe, except for Qu Jian'er, who could still make jokes.

As expected, he's the person she's chosen!

That kind of boldness is something no one can match, even if they try to flatter him.

As Qu Jian'er finished speaking.

The surroundings began to shake and vibrate.

The strong winds have turned this area black.

The space was cleaved open by lightning, leaving cracks in its surface.

Apocalypse's body this time seems to be that of an orc, and his special ability is to control the power of the five elements.

Because of Qu Jian'er's nickname for red roses.

Apocalypse, with its extremely strong possessive nature, was enraged.

He made a move towards Qu Jian'er.

Apocalypse's face, devoid of any human emotion, exuded a sense of holiness akin to the descent of a god.

Standing next to the inhuman, ghostly red rose.

It's like a combination of angel and devil.

But only those who know them well know this.

Who can be the real demon?

Qu Jian'er gathered the surrounding resentment, wielded the Twin Nightmare Blades, and shattered the test from the Heavenly Revelation.

Terrifying forces filled the small space.

The surrounding rooms could no longer hold up.

Finally, everything collapsed with a crash.

It's undeniable that the special effects just now were terrifying; they definitely cost more than five cents.

Qu Jian'er, carrying two trainees who were playing a murder mystery game, pulled them back from the brink of death.

Place the person on a flat surface.

Qu Jian'er stood on the ruins, looking up.

Apocalypse stood riding the wind, and wherever he went seemed to be a forbidden zone for humanity, his majesty inviolable.

But the red rose is an exception.

Qu Jian'er is also an exception.

The former was the one favored by the Apocalypse.

The latter is beyond the control of Apocalypse.

Others don't know.

But Tianqi could see that this world had welcomed the so-called woman of destiny, and that person was Qu Jian'er.

Tianqi didn't want to admit that he was inferior to Qingchen.

Despite spending so much time, they still couldn't find a way to turn the world in their favor.

He was truly powerless to do anything about it.

After Qu Jian'er was reborn.

Discontent consumed his heart.

Perhaps only a gamble can bring him peace of mind.

Tianqi looked at Qu Jian'er and said, "I can't kill you, and likewise, you can't kill me."

Qu Jian'er did not deny it.

This is indeed true.

But this doesn't prevent her from testing the other party's abilities after they've tested her.

Qu Jian'er pointed the tip of the knife forward.

In an instant.

Gentle and approachable has been replaced by creepy.

The former "nameless" executioner has returned.

A thick aura of killing intent seemed to float in the air.

The murderous intent surged upwards like thick smoke.

Vaguely visible, countless menacing undead appeared, howling, like smoke yet also like reality.

Unless Qu Jian'er voluntarily dies, her powerful soul force is enough to make her stand out among all heroes.

The two faced off with shocking moves.

The image of Qu Jian'er was reflected in Tianqi's eyes. His lips were tightly pursed. In order to protect Red Rose, he dared not exert his full strength and was even willing to be injured.

Qu Jian'er's knife tip was stained with blood, which was slowly absorbed by the knife: "Thank you for your selfless dedication."

She never expected that Tianqi would be willing to get hurt to protect someone. It seems that Tianqi's love for Red Rose is not as little as Red Rose said.

After being stabbed, Apocalypse's usually ruthless face finally showed a hint of emotion as he looked down at the red rose.

The red rose looked back up.

Apocalypse said with absolute certainty: "You told her my weakness, you want me dead."

He wasn't hysterical, but beneath his calm tone lay an overwhelming desire for control.

Apocalypse gripped Red Rose's shoulder tightly.

From beginning to end.

He knew how unfamiliar the person in front of him was with him. No matter how much he compromised, the other party had no attachment to him or to humanity and believed that he would harm the world.

In order to stand together with others in a way that makes them feel worthy of it.

He changes his body every hundred years.

Enduring the excruciating pain of losing one's soul, devouring the will of others, all to win the favor of the red rose.

It turns out he was just deluding himself.

This fact stung him once again.

In response to this.

Red Rose did not deny it.

She simply acquiesced.

Apocalypse didn't let go; he forced Red Rose to look at him: "Do you really think my weakness is my heart?"

He untied his robe.

A rose print, made with a knife, is visible on her chest.

He stared intently at Red Rose's reaction.

Apocalypse said devoutly, "I have engraved you in my heart. I have no weakness; you are my weakness."

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