Quick Transmigration Goblin: Don't tease, the villain is turning black

Chapter 713 The final chapter of the return of the gods 2
"I always feel that this temple is full of weirdness. Such a big temple, if you say you abandon it, you will abandon it. I really hate the gods. Why don't you tear down this temple and leave it in the vast ice field, it's weird..."

Shen San touched the goose bumps on his arms.

Quan Jiu listened to the reminder from the proprietress of the inn, and had always been wary of the temple, and even had a dislike for the enshrined god, but now seeing the golden body of the god, she subconsciously did not feel the danger.

She searched around in the temple, not to mention the channel enchantment, she didn't even find a dog hole.

001 reminded: "Behind the statue."

Quan Jiu looked at the statue, its back was pressed against the wall, perfectly fitting.

"Got to move it out of the way."

But here comes the problem, this statue is so tall, it is still made of gold, and it weighs at least a dozen tons, how can she move the statue away?

Quan Jiu pondered for a moment: "I'll look for a mechanism first."

There are two ways, either to destroy the statue, or to find tens of thousands of people to carry it, no matter which method is very troublesome.

She was feeling a little irritable, and she didn't even know that her smooth forehead was wrinkled. A touch of warmth fell between her brows, and her fingertips wiped her smooth skin.

"Don't frown."

It's Shen Lang.

Quan Jiu raised his eyes to meet his dark and deep eyes.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes were as vast and calm as the deep sea.

A normal person would doubt her motives after traveling thousands of miles just to find a ruined temple. A smart person like Shen Lang must have already guessed that something was wrong with her, but he never asked a word from the beginning to the end.

Quan Jiu's eyebrows relaxed: "I'm fine."

Because of Shen Lang's episode, she calmed down again. Even if she found the passage, she would not leave today. She didn't think about what to do with Shen Lang.

"Let's go back first."

.........

There was something unusual about Quanjiu this night.

After everything was over, Shen Lang held her in his arms, and it was rare that he didn't take the initiative to talk to her.

Quan Jiu sighed slightly in his heart.

Obviously he minded, otherwise he wouldn't have ignored her, but even at this point, he still hugged her tightly and wouldn't let go when he was arguing.

Sensing his contradictory psychology, Quan Jiu turned over and met his eyes.

"Shen Lang, I may... have to leave for a while."

Just now, Quan Jiu made a decision, instead of making up a lie that cannot be concealed from him, it is better to tell him the truth directly.

The woman's red lips were bright, a thin layer of sweat hung on her nose, her cheeks and exposed arms were covered with a light layer of powder, and the corners of her eyes had not faded. He used to like her appearance the most, but at this moment, Shen But Lang couldn't feel the slightest joy.

The body temperature in his arms was hot, but he felt a little cold for no reason, and the chill spread down and spread in his chest.

Seeing his distraught appearance, Quan Jiu held his face in his hands, his phoenix eyes shining black:
"Do you believe me?"

Shen Lang stared at the woman who just said she was going to leave him, stared straight at it for a long time, then spoke slowly without hesitation.

"letter."

If he didn't believe it, he wouldn't abandon everything in Meng country and follow her to this ice and snow wasteland.

It is precisely because he understands his pride that Quan Jiu knows how hard it is for the word "letter" to come.

With mixed feelings for a moment, she paused for a moment:

"Then you believe me, we will meet again in the future."

Sooner or later, she will collect all his fragments.

There was a big stone on Shen Lang's chest, which made him breathless and his hands and feet were cold.

The corners of his eyes were red, and his tone was so soft that it was hard to hear.

"...can you not leave?"

Just a while ago, the crazy idea of ​​imprisoning her even appeared in his mind.

But in an instant, he was completely rejected again.

He grew up in a deep palace. A palace wall cut off all his freedom. Those who have lost their freedom can better understand the value of freedom.

How could she be really happy when she was so proud of being alone in a cage with his broken wings?
Shen Lang thought of all the ways to keep her, but it was useless. In the end, he could only let go of his posture, and asked the sentence to keep her in the most primitive and sincere way.

"...can you not leave?"

Quan Jiu didn't look at him, and didn't make a sound.

It is impossible for milk dumplings not to grow up forever.

Being a parent, letting children go through so much alone, they have already failed their duty. If he knew the identity and cause of the milk dumpling, she believed that he would make the same choice as her.

Shen Lang heard her silent refusal, and the big hand on her waist finally couldn't let go.

Quan Jiu raised his neck and wanted to kiss him, but Shen Lang avoided him.

For the first time, he was not interested in her initiative.

"Go to sleep, I'll go out for a walk."

Shen Lang stood at the door all night.

At noon, it was finally dawn in Jier Town. The proprietress came downstairs with a basin of dirty clothes, and greeted him with a mysterious face and nodded.

As if Shen Lang hadn't heard of it, he turned his head and glanced at the room behind him, and finally made up his mind to step into the room.

The house was quiet and deserted.

The bed was empty.

Last night's messy quilt is now neatly folded and placed at the end of the bed.

Shen Lang suddenly panicked, a big bottomless hole was pierced in his chest, and the wind kept pouring into it.

"Changxi!! Changxi!! Changxi?!!"

He searched the house all over, and after confirming that there was no one in the house, he frantically ran to the first floor of the inn.

Shen San watched him rush downstairs, stood up from the dining table, and looked at him worriedly:
"Sir, what's wrong?"

Shen Lang stared at him with a pair of black eyes, as if a drowning man caught a life-saving straw:
"Have you seen Mrs.?"

Shen San was shocked when he saw his pale face, Shen Lang's hair was disheveled now, the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained, his face was bloodless, but those black eyes full of hope were frighteningly bright.

"........."

Without waiting for Shen San's answer, Shen Lang's eyes sank, and he raised his legs to rush towards the temple. Shen San hurriedly said, "My lord, it's snowing outside, you didn't bring a cloak..."

Shen Lang's footsteps didn't stop, but before he walked out of the inn, a clear and doubtful female voice came from behind:
"What's going on here?"

Quan Jiu went out with a bowl of porridge and met Shen Lang's eyes.

His rushing out of the door stopped, as if a patient who was about to suffocate breathed a mouthful of fresh oxygen, he suddenly turned around and strode towards her.

Her waist tightened, and Quan Jiu fell into his tight embrace. She was still holding a bowl of hot porridge in her hand, so she was careful not to burn him.

Shen Lang buried his chin into her shoulder, his arms kept tightening, and his fingertips were still trembling.

Quan Jiu guessed what was going on in an instant, she said softly with a sore chest.

"Don't worry, I won't leave without saying goodbye. I saw that you haven't eaten all morning, so you went to the kitchen to bring you a bowl of porridge..."

Shen Lang didn't speak, and kept holding her quietly, as if she would disappear if he let go.

(End of this chapter)