Chapter 750 The Return of the Gods 34
She assumed that more than three thousand years ago, she died after sealing Fengzui, and her soul was captured by the system to do a quick-travel mission. Then, is her previous body still there?
Also, what happened more than three thousand years ago? Why did she seal Feng Zui? How did their "reluctant" master-disciple relationship come about?
It's not that she can't feel that He Qingsui is avoiding the topic of Fengzui and seems unwilling to talk about it.
"What a mess..."
She closed her eyes, emptied her mind, stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the spiritual spring in the present moment.
She changed into the red three-piece silk dress with silver butterflies that He Qingsui had prepared for her. It was neither too long nor too short, just right.
She wore only a thin layer of gauze over a red camisole embroidered with peony flowers, and a skirt of the same color underneath, which made her look cool and comfortable.
Quan Jiu wiped her hair with a towel until it was half dry before she walked from the yard to the inner room.
The room was pitch black, with no lights on, and only the shadows cast by the moonlight swaying on the ground.
She almost immediately looked towards the square mahogany table on her left. A tall black shadow had appeared on the empty bench. Although she had seen him, the room was completely silent without a sound of breathing.
Quan Jiu showed his vigilance, his tone changed, and a dagger appeared in his hand:
"What are you doing here?"
The man who was sitting with his back to her turned around, revealing a pair of eyes darker than the night, staring quietly at the red lotus mark between her eyebrows.
The oil lamp was lit, and the light in the room came on. The man's deep facial features flickered with the flickering candlelight. Beside him, a red long sword took off its scabbard and circled around Quan Jiu excitedly.
Quan Jiu: “…”
Does this bastard think she didn't die quickly enough?
Long Xiao's abnormal behavior was like a sharp blade, cutting through the layer of window paper between the two of them, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.
"It likes you very much."
Feng Zui looked at her, as if judging her.
Quan Jiu was still blocking the door: "It's normal. I'm so good-looking, everyone loves me."
She tried hard to be clear-headed and not feel guilty, to distance herself from Long Xiao, and not to reveal any flaws until she was sure of Feng Zui's attitude towards "her".
Feng Zui didn't say anything, just stared at her. Quan Jiu was neither humble nor arrogant, and met her gaze, like a silent contest.
Neither of them had the upper hand. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was large. A cool breeze blew away the heat from the skin. Quan Jiu was wearing cool clothes and couldn't help sneezing.
Feng Zui turned around and sat with his back to her: "Aren't you going to come in and wait to be fed to the wolves?"
"It's not like we can't beat him."
Quan Jiu muttered softly, took the initiative to move closer to the table and poured herself a cup of hot tea. She was not wearing any makeup, and her face was white and rosy after soaking in the spiritual spring, and not even a tiny pore could be seen.
Feng Zui lowered his black eyes slightly. He suddenly attacked her with a surprise attack. He thought she would be scared, but she was quite calm. This was beyond his expectation. After all, he almost killed her twice.
Quanjiu was also estimating Fengzui's condition.
He Qingsui clearly said that he would go to the Elf Paradise in the Western Continent, but why did Feng Zui suddenly appear here?
He had changed his tattered monk's robe and was wearing a white silk robe with a gradient of sky blue mountains and streams on it, which looked like a landscape painting full of charm.
"Would you like some?"
She raised her chin towards the teapot, her red lips shining and her black eyes moist. This simple action made her look lively and cute.
Feng Zui didn't say anything, and Quan Jiu was too lazy to serve this old man. She lowered her eyes and drank her tea. The fragrance of tea filled her nose, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a breath.
Suddenly, there was a hand under my eyelids.
Feng Zui stood up at some point and was very close to her. When she raised her eyes, she met the man's deep eyes. His pupils were very dark, often obscuring his emotions. Whenever she wanted to see deeply into his eyes, she would have the illusion of being sucked into his eyes.
Such a pair of magical eyes were now staring at her intently.
The man bent down and moved closer, his thin lips touching the side of her face, his cool breath almost imperceptible. Quan Jiu suspected that if she just turned her head, Feng Zui would kiss her directly.
Feng Zui raised his hand and brushed it across her eyes and nose. Her eyes went dark and a touch of warmth fell on her brow.
The man's fingertips were burning hot, in stark contrast to his cold appearance, as if they were going to burn a hole between Quan Jiu's eyebrows.
He moved his fingertips slightly, and his fingertips rubbed her skin back and forth. It didn't hurt, but it felt a little itchy for some reason.
Quan Jiu was the first to lose patience and grabbed his wrist while stirring up trouble:
"Don't touch it. It's not painted. I carved it on purpose. It can't be wiped off."
Just don't admit it.
Feng Zui had his wrist grabbed by her, but he didn't struggle. His arm paused in the air, and his gaze drooped from his eyebrows to the bottom of her eyes.
“Why do you want to carve this pattern?”
Quan Jiu: "You don't understand this. I'm called a professional stand-in. He Qingsui liked Honglian, so I carved her."
Feng Zui withdrew his hand, distanced himself from her, and looked down at her condescendingly:
"Do you like him?"
Quan Jiu: "I don't like it, but he is the boss of the temple. As the saint of the temple, I want to move up, so it's only natural for me to please him."
If she said that she carved the red lotus randomly, Feng Zui would definitely not believe it. How could such a coincidence happen in the world?
Feng Zui really stopped talking and just sat there with a cold face.
Quan Jiu: "Are you not leaving yet?"
He was seriously injured, but he ran straight to the enemy base camp. He was really brave.
"Let's go together."
Quan Jiu: “???”
Ahaha?
She looked confused: "Where are you going?"
………
Feng Zui waved his hand and opened a space-time portal. Quan Jiu entered the portal and went from the easternmost part of the Cangkong Continent to the westernmost part.
The green vegetation that can be seen everywhere is no longer there. The Gobi Desert looks desolate under the moonlight. When the north wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky.
Her wrists were clasped together and tied with a rope, the other end of which was held in Feng Zui's hand.
The man had long legs and took big steps, and he walked so fast that Quan Jiu couldn't keep up for a moment. He stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"You stinky monk, you are kidnapping!"
She didn't know what kind of rope he used, but it was extremely tough and she couldn't break free no matter how hard she tried.
The most infuriating thing was that Feng Zui found a camel from somewhere, rode the camel across the yellow sand, and asked her to follow behind on foot.
I don’t know if He Qingsui discovered that she was missing.
Feng Zui looked contented: "Then I will be your prisoner."
There was no way Quan Jiu could stay still. She walked for half an hour and suddenly fell to the ground.
Feng Zui frowned and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"
Quan Jiu's hands were tied, and she couldn't lift the hem of her skirt. She could only stretch out her legs, like a delicate little girl who had been wronged:
"Stinky monk, my knee is bleeding."
Feng Zui’s brows furrowed even tighter.
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