Chapter 803 The Return of the Gods 87
Quan Jiu had a lazy and comfortable smile on his face, and one finger was wrapped around the end of Fengzui's black hair, slowly spinning it in circles.
The next second, she saw the man's pupils expanding and shrinking, shrinking and shrinking again, like needles. Her current appearance was reflected in his eyes, familiar yet a little strange.
Feng Zui's breathing stopped, he forgot how to move, and his limbs became stiff.
This familiar face, which he hadn't seen for more than three thousand years, suddenly appeared enlarged in front of him, making him feel at a loss.
Although they have the same facial features, the person in front of him is different from his former master. His master was always indifferent and cold, like a cloud hanging in the sky, out of reach.
But the person before me is like a poisonous red poppy, its leaves entwined with my limbs, making me linger and willing to sink into depravity...
After a long time, after making sure that this was not a dream that could be blown away with a breath, Feng Zui dared to breathe normally. He raised his hand slightly, and then realized that their posture was too ambiguous.
Under the same bed, the woman lay half-lying on his chest. He lowered his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of his firm chest...
The protruding Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and all of it fell into Quan Jiu's eyes. Interest flashed in her eyes, and she deliberately remained silent, forcing Feng Zui to speak first to deal with the current situation.
"Get up and get dressed first."
The man's voice was unusually hoarse.
Quan Jiu changed from lying down to half sitting, and stood up without hesitation. Feng Zui looked at her, his Adam's apple rolling unnaturally again. He gripped the bed sheet with his ten fingers and looked away.
Quan Jiu buttoned the last button before throwing the men's robe on the ground to him.
"I'll wait for you outside."
He left right after saying it, decisively and efficiently.
Feng Zui held the messy clothes in his hands and leaned against the head of the bed, with the quilt only reaching his upper body.
Looking at the empty room and the tightly closed door, he inexplicably had the illusion of a concubine being favored by the emperor. His fingertips gathered his robe tightly, Feng Zui closed his eyes, and sank into his spiritual realm...
The entire spiritual palace was overpowered by her aura. Unlike the last time when she just did some minor things, this time she did not let go of any corner of the spiritual palace. She was tough, domineering, and eroded wantonly.
It took a lot of effort for Feng Zui to calm his restless mind and come to his soul.
He split one half of his soul to nourish the Red Lotus Soul. Now only one half of his soul was left lying in his spirit palace. When he was unconscious, he could clearly feel the signs of his soul splitting, but just when it was about to split, a powerful force bound his soul that was about to disperse.
In the spiritual palace where the blue sea of thunder intersects, a bright red light dances in the air. The red color wraps the blue thunder and imprisons it in its own barrier.
It is the life-limitation that she left behind.
It was precisely because of this restraint that he was able to prevent his soul from dissipating.
Adjusting his mindset, Feng Zui put on his clothes and pushed the door open. The outside was empty and there was no sign of anyone.
His expression changed slightly as he pushed open the door to the room where 001 and Lord Zero were, only to find that it was empty.
Hearing laughter coming from downstairs, Feng Zui's expression relaxed a little, and he adjusted his direction and went downstairs.
Quan Jiu sat at the wooden table, her crimson dress making her stand out in the crowd. The inn, which had been doing average business before, was packed today. Looking around, ninety-nine percent of the people were men.
Everyone thought they were hiding it well, but they took a bite of food, drank a sip of wine, and pretended to be serious. They inadvertently glanced at Quan Jiu's little movements out of the corner of their eyes, and Feng Zui saw it clearly.
The man's face was slightly cold as he walked over and sat down in the only empty seat.
Quan Jiu's aura changed completely. Even though she deliberately restrained her imposing aura, she still caused an uneasy feeling of oppression to the ordinary little demons around her. This was why everyone was ready to make a move, but no one took action and approached her to talk to her.
001 was still sizing up Quanjiu's face:
"Are you really not considering going back to the 21st century to be a vase?"
With this face that brings disaster to the country and the people, it is destined that no matter how good her acting skills are, there will be a lot of marketing accounts saying that she is a useless vase.
Quan Jiu lightly tapped the wall of the cup with his fingertips, and a cup of ordinary Pu'er tea immediately became fragrant and full of spiritual energy.
"Not interested."
She doesn't like the feeling of being restricted. Once she entered the entertainment industry, she would be secretly photographed by a bunch of paparazzi wherever she went.
001 thought carefully about the scene where she acted on her own:
"Yeah, it would be bad if paparazzi caught you flying with a sword."
The two did not avoid Feng Zui in their conversation. 001 observed his reaction and found that he just pursed his lips and did not react much. 001 raised his eyebrows and was surprised.
He's not even excited when his wife was kidnapped?
Quan Jiu's long sleeves moved slightly, and Lingcha was pushed in front of Feng Zui.
"You have lost half of your soul. You need to rest well in the future. This spiritual tea, one cup a day."
Her familiar tone made Feng Zui dazed for a moment.
She was like Quan Jiu, and also like her master from more than three thousand years ago. More than three thousand years ago, he was still a cultivator in the Qi training stage, unable to control the evil spirit in his body. Every time she found a good medicine to suppress the evil spirit for him, she would instruct him in such a light but unquestionable tone.
"Um."
He held the teacup, and the warmth passed through the wall of the cup to his slightly cold palm. This was also the sequelae of his soul being torn apart. Even on a hot day, his whole body was cold.
Master Ling listened quietly to the bickering. When everyone stopped, he interrupted. His soothing and calm tone made people calm down involuntarily:
"I heard that people from the Temple and the Demon Realm went to the Scarlet Scar to fight for the Red Lotus Soul."
I'm afraid only Quan Jiu knows the truth of what happened back then.
Quan Jiu's dark eyes were filled with uncertainty: "Tian Zhihen does have a part of my soul, but it's not complete, probably only one tenth."
Feng Zui's eyes were as dark as ink, bottomless, and gradually filled with murderous intent.
What on earth did she go through back then that caused her soul to be shattered into pieces?
"I will take back what belongs to me."
Quan Jiu's tone was calm, but it concealed his confidence.
Those who owed her back then should pay back their debts.
………
Scar of the Sky.
It is rumored that this is the missing part when Nuwa repaired the sky, connecting the human world and the world of gods.
Before the gods fell, many demon kings and generals secretly attacked the divine realm through this crack, causing extremely heavy losses to the divine realm.
The Emperor was furious and began to send immortal soldiers and generals to guard the Scar in the Sky. However, because all the materials used to repair the sky were used up, the crack could not be completely blocked, causing the God Realm to be disturbed from time to time by the demons and monsters.
This situation continued until the great war between immortals and demons tens of thousands of years ago. In this war between immortals and demons, none of the six realms could remain immune. In the end, it turned into an extreme scene of the three realms of demons and ghosts fighting against the three realms of humans, immortals and gods.
"The gods fell, and with their divine bodies they repaired the cracks in the Scar of Heaven, bringing peace to the human world for a hundred generations... Four thousand years later, a Red Lotus Divine Venerable, born from the laws of heaven and earth, appeared in the six realms. It is rumored that this Red Lotus Divine Venerable was so stunningly beautiful that his appearance shocked the six realms, causing the Demon King and the Demon King to fight fiercely..."
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