Chapter 741 The Return of the Gods 25
Since using Qigong to dispel the cold didn't work, the only option left was the most primitive method. Quan Jiu searched through the boxes and cabinets in the main god space and finally found a fish that had escaped the net in the corner -
Three matches.
There was no flammable material around, so Quan Jiu found the explosives, took out the powder inside, and found a pile of cardboard boxes used to pack goods and tore them into long strips.
She was moving frantically here, but the man opposite didn't even blink. Quan Jiu left the cold pond, found a mountain wall that could accommodate two people, bent down and crawled in.
A layer of crystal clear ice formed on her eyebrows, her whole body was stiff, and she lit the first match.
The pile of paper ignited, flames rose, and the thin layer of ice on the mountain wall near the fire gradually melted.
Quan Jiu felt a little warmth in her palm, but it was far from enough. She wanted to put her hand into the burning fire.
So she lit the second match.
The fire finally burned normally, but the number of cardboard boxes was limited and it couldn't last long.
Quan Jiu glanced at the man in the distance. The cave she was in was diagonally behind him. As long as he didn't come over, she wouldn't be able to see what she was doing.
She quickly took off all her clothes and put them aside to dry. At this time, wearing wet clothes would kill you faster than not wearing any.
She curled up with her smooth back facing the man not far away.
Hearing the sound of clothes rustling behind him, Feng Zui pursed his lips and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.
Why should an ant, which is destined to die, struggle?
The pile of paper burned out, leaving only one sleeve of his clothes dry. Quan Jiu dismantled a chair, shook out the cotton wool inside, and lit the third match...
The weak flame approached the cotton wool, and just as the flame was about to touch the cotton wool, an unnatural cold wind suddenly blew through the cave, and the lit match was extinguished in an instant.
The red bloodshot in Quan Jiu's eyes suddenly increased. She raised her eyes and looked at the man not far away, her tone frighteningly cold.
"Is it interesting?"
The last match went out, which meant that she had completely lost the means to light a fire. Without the fire, she was destined to die in the Black Wind Valley.
She had made a special observation and found that there had been no mountain wind in the Black Wind Valley, probably because of the seal. The wind just now could only have been man-made. In this Black Wind Valley, apart from her, the only one left was the monk in front of her.
Feng Zui frowned slightly, wanting to say something, but finally changed his words:
"You're going to die sooner or later anyway."
Even if she lit the last match, without enough combustible materials, she would still not be able to escape death.
You're going to die sooner or later anyway?!
These cold words completely ignited the anger buried deep in Quan Jiu's heart. The woman's eyes were bloodshot and she walked straight towards Feng Zui.
"You're dressed in monk robes, you're compassionate, you're a decent person, but I've never seen anything as rubbish and hypocritical as you. Do you think a Nascent Soul ant like me is pathetic? I can't escape death, but I'm still struggling in vain?"
Feng Zui didn't take her seriously at all, so when someone pulled his clothes, he frowned and opened his eyes.
The whiteness in front of him was inexplicably hot. He glanced sideways without saying a word, his tone becoming increasingly cold.
"Get lost."
The circulation of spiritual power for one week has not yet ended. If he moves forcefully, it will cause a backlash of spiritual power.
Quan Jiu's eyes were frighteningly red. She was a person who would rather die than yield. Even if she was going to die, she would first bite off the enemy's skin. She tolerated him in everything at the beginning, but it was only because Feng Zui did not endanger her life. The two of them kept to themselves, and everyone was happy that she could survive.
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a sharp cold light, and she uttered words with pearls of wisdom:
"You dog monk, aren't you a true god? You could have killed me with just a flick of your finger, but you refused. You insisted on watching me struggle, giving me hope, and then completely destroying it. Don't you find it particularly interesting to watch people collapse?!"
If Feng Zui had tried to kill her from the beginning, drowning her in the cold pond, or had blown out the match when she lit the first one, Quan Jiu would not have been so angry.
The third match was her only hope, and having her hope destroyed was undoubtedly more maddening and infuriating than having no hope at all.
She was like a caged dog, about to escape, but the person behind her gently pulled the leash and pulled her back in. All her efforts to escape were in vain.
Feng Zui looked at the woman whose eyes were bloodshot from anger, and pursed his thin lips.
"Say it again, get off me."
"No."
He crossed his legs and practiced his internal energy, Quan Jiu knelt on his thighs, holding his collar with both hands, with a wicked smile on his face, but no trace of a smile in his eyes.
Despite her provocation, Feng Zui still did not move, and Quan Jiu immediately guessed something.
"You're high up there, watching me struggle like an ant. Don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"
Except for the irrational moment when she rushed towards Fengzui, her rationality was always intact.
The man's body was as warm as spring, and from the moment he approached Fengzui, endless heat rushed towards her.
She sat in Feng Zui's arms and patted his face: "You monks should be very concerned about breaking the precepts, right?"
Feng Zui frowned, having a bad feeling in his heart.
Quan Jiu blew a breath gently in his ear, and her red lips moved slightly:
"Holy monk, have you ever broken your vow of chastity?"
Feng Zui's forehead was throbbing, his face dark and scary: "You dare."
"I'm about to die, what the hell is there for me to be afraid of?" Quan Jiu curled his lips in a cold smile and retaliated sarcastically.
She suddenly leaned close to Fengzui's earlobe and bit it gently, with an ambiguous tone:
"...Do you want to give it a try?"
Her ear canal felt numb, Feng Zui pressed his thin lips into a straight line, and looked at her coldly. Although he didn't say anything, Quan Jiu could read the meaning in his eyes -
court death?
Quan Jiu raised her thin lips slightly, and the warmth in her body made her anger subside a lot.
She patted Feng Zui's chest, not hiding her disgust:
"Don't worry, I don't want a despicable man like you even if he comes to my door."
Feng Zui: “Get off me.”
"That won't work." Quan Jiu retorted without thinking, "If you leave, who will keep me warm?"
Feng Zui: “…”
When his power is finished, she will surely die.
The ice on his body melted away and his limbs regained feeling. Quan Jiu thought it was almost time, so he got off Feng Zui.
"Your clothes are nice."
She happened to have nothing to wear.
Feng Zui clenched his teeth and said, "...I have extra clothes in my space ring."
"I want the one you have on."
Quan Jiu started to strip him, leaving only his underwear.
The woman looked out of place in his loose monk's robe, revealing her delicate, snow-white ankles.
Quan Jiu bent down and took off his shoes.
Before leaving, she patted Feng Zui's handsome face with the sole of her shoe.
"I'm not stupid. When you can move again, the first thing you'll do is definitely not to open the space ring, but to kill me and silence me."
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