Chapter 751 The Return of the Gods 35

He took her with him, firstly because he was not sure whether Chen Luan and "her" had any relationship, and secondly because He Qingsui was special to her.

Even if Chen Luan has nothing to do with that person, he can still use Chen Luan to restrain He Qingsui. This deal is a win-win no matter how you look at it.

"Then let it hurt."

Feng Zui spoke without any sympathy.

Quan Jiu didn't expect the stinky monk to show any mercy to her, so she continued walking in the desert, alternating deep and shallow steps. Sand got into her shoes, so she simply kicked them off and walked barefoot.

"Stinky monk, are we going to the elves?"

She had vaguely heard that the elves lived in seclusion and their lair was located in the westernmost part of the country. If one wanted to enter the elves' lair, one had to walk across the desert from the west of the Sky Continent. No teleportation array would work in the desert.

Feng Zui: “Yeah.”

Quan Jiu: "Are you going to look for your old lover...old enemy?"

Feng Zuiliang glanced at her dimly and said, "If you don't want to die, don't talk."

"oh."

Quan Jiu agreed dryly, but after a while, she asked again.

"Stinky monk, I'm so thirsty."

Feng Zui: "Bear with it."

Quan Jiu: “I can’t stand it.”

Feng Zui's eyebrows were throbbing, and he threw a kettle to her without turning his head. Quan Jiu didn't catch it, and the kettle fell into the yellow sand, making a big hole.

Quan Jiu shook his bound wrists: "No hands."

Feng Zui: "Then don't drink."

Quan Jiu sat down in the desert and said, "I'm not leaving."

Feng Zui: “…”

Quan Jiu was still wearing the red silver butterfly dress from yesterday, but the expensive fabric was now stained with sand. Because the weather was so dry, her red lips were peeling badly.

"Kill me, I won't leave."

"stand up."

He tugged at the rope, trying to pull the man sitting on the ground up.

Quanjiu closed his eyes and played the game, looking nonchalant, saying the same thing:

"Just kill me."

Feng Zui pursed his lips tightly, with a hint of anger in his eyes, and finally realized how troublesome and delicate the woman in front of him was.

A quarter of an hour later.

Quan Jiu successfully got on the camel, with water stains still on the corners of her mouth. Feng Zui tightened the lid of the kettle with an expressionless face, put his feet on the saddle, and turned over to sit behind her.

When it was just getting light, they saw a thatched shed at the exit of the desert. A white flag hung at the door with the word "tea" written in a flamboyant style in ink.

Early in the morning, there were no other customers in this deserted teahouse. The owner was half asleep and when he saw a customer coming, he quickly walked out from the front desk.

"Guest, what would you like to eat?"

The ropes on Quan Jiu's hands were not untied, so when the tea shop owner approached, he saw Quan Jiu's bound hands.

He was just an ordinary person. When he saw this scene, he looked at Feng Zui with caution and fear, thinking that he was a human trafficker.

Feng Zui sat down at the table: "Steamed buns, butter tea."

Quan Jiu sat down and said, "I want meat, boss, do you have any meat here?"

Perhaps it was because her tone was too normal, completely lacking the cautiousness of a trafficked person, that the boss was stunned for a second before reacting:

"There's beef to go with the wine."

"Give me a plate."

"Sir, please wait a moment."

When he brought the plate to the table again, Quan Jiu was playing with a pair of chopsticks in her hand. Feng Zui didn't care about her. No matter how you look at it, neither of them looked like a kidnapper or a kidnapped person.

“This is a meat bun.”

Quan Jiu: "Thank you, boss."

The boss was very brave to break the relationship between the two people. He looked at Feng Zui with complicated eyes.

"My dear husband, no matter how much a quarrel there is between husband and wife, there should be some sense of propriety. It's not right to tie the young lady up and walk all the way with her."

The woman wasn't angry even though she was tied up like that. He guessed they were a couple having a conflict.

Quan Jiu raised her eyebrows in surprise, knowing that the boss had misunderstood her. She pretended to be deaf and dumb, playing with her chopsticks, and did not explain.

Seeing that Feng Zui's expression did not change, the boss thought that he had taken his words to heart and continued to persuade him:

"Fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. Just a few words are enough. If you really hit someone, it's the man's fault. The young lady is so delicate, she can't stand such a toss."

Feng Zui raised his eyes impatiently: "Have you said enough?"

The boss met his cold gaze and felt a little scared, but Quan Jiu spoke at this time.

"I'm used to it. That's just his temper."

Spare no effort in the dark.

Feng Zui glanced at her indifferently.

"Are you used to it?"

The boss stared at Feng Zui in surprise. He looked like a decent person, but he turned out to be a jerk who often committed domestic violence. He looked at Quan Jiu with sympathy and said with understanding:

"No wonder you ran away..."

Quan Jiu stretched out his lips and smiled.

"What a sin."

The boss thought she was "forcing a smile", sighed, and silently filled up the half-filled plate of beef.

As soon as he left, Quan Jiu took a mouthful of porridge and looked up to meet Feng Zui's dark eyes.

Feng Zui: "Have you had enough of acting?"

Quan Jiu touched his nose and said, "The beef tastes good."

The boss watched the two men leave, and because he felt sorry for Quan Jiu's "experience", he did not confiscate the money for the plate of beef.

Quan Jiu crossed the desert and found a different world ahead. The stream gurgled and as far as the eye could see, there were green trees and lawns several meters tall.

"It looks like the elves are ahead."

She wasn't sure what Fengzui was going to do next.

Sneaking in and digging graves in the middle of the night?

"Isn't she human? Why is she buried among the elves?"

Feng Zui glanced at her and said, "Her situation is special."

Not only the elves, but many small races are on good terms with her.

Quan Jiu observed his expression: "If she really died, what would you do?"

Feng Zui looked at the green mountains not far away and was silent for a long time: "..."

Just when Quan Jiu thought he wouldn't answer, the man said:

"Then find her again."

Even if the soul is scattered, it must be scattered completely.

"Find her out and kill her again?"

Quan Jiu heard the firmness in his tone and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Your goal was revenge. Now that she's dead, you should be happy."

The aura around Feng Zui became gloomy. Before he saw her tombstone, he didn't want to hear the word "death".

"Even if she dies, she can only be killed by me."

It was she who saved him and forcibly tied their fates together. From that moment on, she was destined to be unable to get rid of him.

Quan Jiu felt a chill on his neck and asked, "Do you hate her so much?"

Feng Zui lowered his eyes, his eyes dazed: "Yes..."

He hated her for saving him but abandoning him halfway, hated her for not keeping her word, hated her for giving him hope but pushing him into despair with her own hands.

Quan Jiu touched the tip of his nose and thought that she should not "pretend to be dead".

She originally thought Feng Zui would keep a low profile and sneak into the elves' tribe under the cover of night, but she didn't expect that the man would swagger into the elves' tribe in broad daylight.

When he encountered guards blocking his way, he didn't even raise his head, but waved his sleeves and blew away more than a dozen 1.89 meter tall men.

Quan Jiu: “…”

Although violent, it is also really handsome.