Chapter 744 The Return of the Gods 28
Feng Zui leaned against the dark mountain wall, facing the cold pond, sitting cross-legged on the ice, looking at her coldly, without any compassion of a monk in his eyes.
"I want to kill you more than I want to get out."
Quanjiu was too far away from him, so she could only shout to speak. The empty valley was filled with her echoes:
"Aren't you a monk? How can you achieve enlightenment and become a Buddha if you have such a strong desire to kill?"
Feng Zui: “…” Haha.
"Stinky monk, what's your name?" Quan Jiu asked knowingly and threw a stone in his direction.
Feng Zui closed his eyes and remained silent. Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows and looked at him intently.
Although the man had shaved his head and had scars from his monk's vows, he had a deep face, thin eyelid folds, and slightly drooping eyes. When he raised his eyes to look at you, he always gave people a sense of contempt and frivolity, completely different from the kind-hearted Buddhist disciples.
Quan Jiu: "Hello."
Seeing that he remained silent, she threw a stone the size of a ping-pong ball at his chest. When the stone hit his full and strong pectoral muscles, it was instantly bounced away. His chest muscles trembled, and his eight abdominal muscles were sunken into an attractive curve.
Looks pretty solid.
I just don't know what it feels like.
Feng Zui opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing across his face: "Come here."
Quan Jiu's lips curled slightly: "You miss me already?"
"Oh."
Another sneer, Quan Jiu could even see the sarcastic curve of his mouth.
"Yes, I miss you." Feng Zui's eyes were cold.
I miss you so much.
Quan Jiu looked very frightened:
"Think positively. There's not a single ghost in this Black Wind Valley. At least I'm still alive to talk to you."
Feng Zui: “…”
He still prefers the dead to the living.
Quan Jiu: "How long have you been imprisoned?"
Feng Zui: “I don’t remember.”
The seal was too strong in the early years, and he had been sleeping in a daze, not knowing how much time had passed in the human world.
Quan Jiu: "Then why did you become a monk?"
Monks don’t sleep well.
Feng Zui: “…”
Quan Jiu: "Why doesn't the Pantheon Chain work on you?"
Feng Zui: “…”
"Does this Pantheon Chain still hurt to wear now?"
“………”
"Are you dumb? You can't say a word?"
“………”
"Your clothes smell nice."
“………”
Quan Jiu asked a bunch of questions, but Feng Zui didn't answer any of them, and she understood why.
What do dead people know so much?
"Okay, enough teasing. Let's get down to business. I'll help you break the seal, and then we'll write off everything that happened today. How about that?"
Quan Jiu threw out the bait and took the initiative to seek peace.
She was only in the Nascent Soul stage and did not have his abnormal physique to survive in the Black Wind Valley for thousands of years.
Feng Zui finally looked at her straight in the eye.
The woman was like a little fox, with a faint smile always on the corner of her mouth, but there was no smile in her eyes. The curve of her mouth corners added a lot of charm to her cold eyebrows and eyes.
The clothes she was wearing were still wet, and the climate in the valley was humid, so they probably wouldn't dry out anymore.
She sat on a stone by the roadside wearing her undergarments and monk's robes that smelled of him, like a child stealing adult clothes. The sleeves were empty, the waist was loose, and the long hem revealed her slender white ankles.
Because there was no underwear, two long, dangling snow-white legs occasionally appeared from the side of the robe, and the feet wet by the snow water crossed restlessly.
Feng Zui watched this scene coldly, and said with his thin lips: "You are not qualified."
The spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage is a drop in the bucket for Jie Feng, and he never expected to rely on her to leave the valley.
Quan Jiu stretched lazily and took out a bag of melon seeds from the space:
"Okay, you have the final say."
Just grind it slowly.
………
She had already prepared herself to spend a long time with Fengzui, but unexpectedly, a turning point came the next day, catching her off guard.
As usual, Quan Jiu first "said hello" to his old friend the tentacle monster, sat beside the stone tablet and watched it "stretch out its tentacles and dance wildly in a friendly manner", watched it "excitedly" smash through the mountain wall, and finally, in front of its scarlet and crazy eyes, he threw a delicious duck neck to it, ending a day of "friendly communication" between "friends".
Just as she was about to return to the cold pond, a creepy pressure suddenly spread across the entire valley. The transparent cover above her head fluctuated violently, like a twisted soap bubble that was about to burst.
Under this pressure, the tentacle monster and Quan Jiu looked at each other and fainted at the same time.
When Quan Jiu woke up again, the terrifying pressure had dissipated, but the tentacle monster was still unconscious. She walked towards the cold pond and saw the man turning around.
The man's long, dark eyelashes fluttered, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, as calm as the vast ocean. When their eyes met, Quan Jiu saw the compassion of the ancient Qingdeng in his eyes.
She frowned and asked, "Were you the one attacking the seal just now?"
"That's right."
The man's voice was like a clear spring, bright and clean.
There was no tit-for-tat like yesterday. His brows were relaxed and his dark eyes were calm.
Quan Jiu felt an even stronger sense of weirdness all over his body. The person in front of him felt extremely disconnected from the cold and sharp man from yesterday.
She looked wary: "Is this your new trick?"
A gentle trap, let her lower her guard, trick her into it, and then kill her with a sharp knife?
Feng Zui looked at her gently: "I am not him."
Quan Jiu: “…”
She stared at the identical face. The small black mole below their collarbones was perfectly positioned. It was impossible for two bodies in the world to be exactly the same...
"Who are you?"
"Wind drunk."
Quan Jiu: "..."
The names are all the same.
She frowned and thought deeply, could it be schizophrenia?
Is this a second personality?
The man seemed to see what she was thinking and shook his head:
"I am him, and he is me. We were once both part of Fengzui. People have three souls and six spirits. I have one soul and three spirits, and he has two souls and three spirits."
Quan Jiu: "So now he's asleep, and you're the one who came out?"
"That's right."
Quan Jiu remained vigilant, believing it in his heart: "Why separate the three souls and six spirits?"
The same eyebrows and eyes, but the Fengzui in front of me has a bit more warmth and distance:
"For one person."
Quan Jiu was stunned: "Who is it?"
Feng Zui smiled but said nothing:
"He fell into a deep sleep because breaking the seal consumed too much of his energy. The seal of the Black Wind Valley won't hold him for long. At most, he'll be able to break free in two months."
"Are you telling me this because you want me to help him?" Quan Jiu raised the corners of his eyes.
"No, I want you to stop him."
His words were shocking.
Quan Jiu was puzzled: "Why, don't you want to go out?"
Feng Zui's expression was calm: "The hatred in his heart is hard to let go. Now is not a good time to leave."
"He wants to seek revenge on the people in the temple and the hidden family?" Quan Jiu grasped the key point.
Feng Zui didn't know what he remembered, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"No."
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