Chapter 806 The Return of the Gods 90

In short, Feng Zui was not confident and did not believe that she would like him as much as he liked herself.

Feng Zui heard this and his dark eyes darkened: "That's not what I meant."

Quan Jiu seemed not to be able to see his anger. When she passed by the sweet soup shop, she bought a bowl. Holding the iced sweet soup, she tasted it with a spoon, and her phoenix eyes narrowed with joy.

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

There were no refrigerators in ancient times, so food was kept cool by well water.

Feng Zui took the syrup, and moved his palms to exert his internal energy. A surge of blue spiritual energy surged, and the wooden bowl containing the syrup froze.

He handed the cooled sugar water back to Quan Jiu, but he was not in high spirits and was still immersed in what she had just said.

Quan Jiu raised the corner of her mouth slightly, looking at the obviously unhappy man, she suddenly picked up the spoon, scooped a mouthful of sugar water, and fed it to his lips.

"Want to try it?"

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

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

The taste was too sweet and he didn't like it, but when Quan Jiu used the spoon he had fed him to scoop another spoonful of sugar water into his mouth, the corners of his tense mouth relaxed.

Her red lips held the wooden spoon, and he could even see her lips being deformed by the spoon. Feng Zui remembered the sweetness of the sugar water, and couldn't help but take a deep breath and turned his head away.

"Want this?"

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

Feng Zui: “…Yeah.”

The master who regained his memory has changed a lot compared to more than three thousand years ago.

The stall owner held a wood carving knife and looked at the two of them with a smile: "What do you want to carve?"

Quan Jiu: "I can carve it myself."

The stall owner was happy to oblige her, gave her the wood carving knife, and went to greet other customers.

Feng Zui looked at the woman sitting on the wooden bench carving seriously, lowered his eyes and stroked the wooden blank. When Quan Jiu was not paying attention, he asked the boss for a carving knife.

Compared to Quan Jiu, who was clumsy and awkward in his movements, Feng Zui was several times faster. In just the time it took to stick up an incense stick, the wooden doll had an accurate prototype.

With delicate eyebrows and sparkling eyes, she looks exactly like Quan Jiu.

"What are you doing?"

Quan Jiu came behind him without him knowing. Feng Zui was startled and the carving knife slipped and pierced his fingertip.

Feng Zui: “…Just take a look.”

He hid the carved puppet and the carving knife behind him.

Quan Jiu secretly tsk- ...

Feng Zui was slightly delighted, but when he lowered his head, his smile froze: "What...is this sculpture?"

There were two horizontal bars where the eyes should be, and a crooked vertical bar where the nose should be. The neck was twice as thick as the waist. It didn't look like a human, but more like a Warcraft...

Quan Jiu carved Feng Zui, and even specially carved a few strands of hair, imitating Feng Zui's outfit today, and carved a headband:

"Isn't it obvious?"

She carved it very realistically.

Feng Zui: “…”

He stared at the creature, which he could barely make out to be a human-shaped puppet, and responded softly.

"Don't you like it?"

Quan Jiu spoke tentatively, this was her first time carving.

Feng Zui: “…I like it.”

He liked everything she gave him.

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

Lord Ling looked at her coming back and nodded at her, Quan Jiu gave him a small smile in return.

She didn't know who he was looking for Bailingcao to save at first, but now she seems to know the answer.

Looking at the tacit interaction between the two, Feng Zui's dark eyes sank slightly, and his good mood after a day of shopping disappeared.

There were many things he wanted to confirm, such as the seal at the beginning, and the intimacy that day... But she seemed to be completely indifferent and never took the initiative to explain.

He had emotions hidden in his heart, so when Quanjiu closed the door, Fengzui stretched out his hand to block the door.

Quan Jiu asked knowingly, "Anything else?"

After resuming their master-disciple relationship, the two slept in separate rooms, with Feng Zui living in the room next to her.

Feng Zui: “…”

fine.

Just plain unhappy.

Quan Jiu: "If nothing happens, I'll close the shop?"

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

Quan Jiu secretly raised his eyebrows.

Not bad, not bad, there has been progress, and everyone knows that strength is coming.

Feng Zui walked into the house, walked to the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Quan Jiu found an excuse for him: "So you're thirsty."

Feng Zui: “…Yeah.”

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

"My soul...is not feeling well."

It wasn't a complete lie. He had lost half of his soul, which had affected his physical condition and mental strength.

Quan Jiu took his pulse and said seriously, "Let me take a look."

Not seeing any problem, she simply cupped his face and tried to enter his soul with ease.

Feng Zui stopped her firmly this time. The emotions that had been suppressed for three days finally overflowed from his closed chest at this moment.

"What does Master want to do?"

"Don't make trouble, relax, I'll go into the spirit house and show you."

Feng Zui's hand did not loosen but tightened instead:

“That’s inappropriate.”

Quan Jiu: "Why is it inappropriate?"

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

"The Spiritual Palace is private. Since ancient times, only cultivators who have become Taoist partners can enter each other."

Quan Jiu looked him straight in the eyes, neither dodging nor avoiding: "But the master has already been in there."

For fear that it was not stimulating enough, she even stretched out her fingers to gesture.

“And scored twice.”

Feng Zui's breathing became heavier, the divine connection was still vivid in his mind. He could still recall the feeling that almost drove him crazy. He took a deep breath:

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

The first time, he was seriously injured and unconscious, his evil spirit out of control. The second time, his spirit was dissipated and he was facing the situation of being torn to pieces. Both times, he was in critical condition and she had no choice but to save him.

Quan Jiu once wanted to hammer open his head to see what was inside. She spoke calmly and calmly.

"But not only did I enter your spiritual palace, I also leaked your Yang Yuan..."

After he finished speaking, Feng Zui's pupils suddenly shrank, and the calm expression he had pretended to have was torn into a crack.

Does she even know what she is talking about?!

Quan Jiu looked at the petrified man, as calm as an old rogue who walked through a field of flowers without getting a single leaf on him.

"My dear disciple, releasing your Yang Yuan is not a situation that forces you to do so."

Feng Zui: “…”

Three thousand five hundred years can indeed change a person. This is Feng Zui's only thought at the moment.

The impression I have of my master is that he is cold and aloof, and it is impossible for him to say shameless things like he does now.

The hand that had been tightly holding Quan Jiu unconsciously loosened its strength, Feng Zui withdrew his hand, and tried to remain calm.

"...You come in."

………Dividing line…………

Quan Jiu: I diligently accompany my straight male disciple in his love life every day, but he thinks I am a scumbag and a Barbie Q.