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

Chapter 716 The final chapter of the return of the gods 5
She is Meng Changxi, but she is not Meng Changxi.

So she had a face exactly like Meng Changxi's, but she learned many things that Meng Changxi could not learn.

There was a turbulent wave in Shen Lang's heart, and the successive news was like thunder, blasting his mind to a blank.

He had many questions that he couldn't figure out, and wanted to ask her, but staring at the disappearing body under his chest, he lowered his eyes and asked the one he cared about the most.

"What's your name?"

your real name.

The woman curled her lips into a smile, shining brightly:

"Quanjiu."

"The power over the world is the power to drink wine."

"Quanjiu..."

Shen Lang whispered, repeating her name carefully.

A thin layer of smile appeared in his eyes, the smile was like flowers all over the mountains in spring, quickly covering the entire hill, just when it spread to the deepest part of his eyes, a blue light flashed in front of Quan Jiu's eyes, and the tall man disappeared completely. in place.

"Wine..."

.........

"Pull off her little finger cap too."

Just as Quan Jiu became conscious, a cool female voice came from above his head.

Instinctively, when she opened her eyes, her two arms were drawn towards her chest.

"what?"

The torturer seemed to have seen something new.

"Empress Dowager, this little bastard still dares to hide?"

After hearing these words, Quan Jiu was dazed, and there was a huge pain from the inside and outside of her body, and her consciousness became blurred. It was reorganized again, especially the ten fingers, each one seemed to have been scorched by flames, the ten fingers connected to the heart, and the heartache...

A bad premonition rose in Quan Jiu's heart.

"001?"

The air was quiet and there was no sound.

Quan Jiu's heart sank.

really.

The moment the pain was not blocked, she predicted something was wrong.

The connection with the system has not been broken, she hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you still there?"

"……exist."

As always, the mechanical sound, the temporary system spoke softly.

Quan Jiu let out a small mouthful of air to ease the pain in his body:
"What about 001?"

The system was a little frustrated: "I can't contact Mr. 001."

It needs permission to activate pain shielding. Without 001's approval, it can't make its own claim at all, but Master 001 seems to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter how many times it sends messages, it will disappear.

"People can still move, Madam Liang, you haven't moved your hand for a long time, it seems that your hand is raw."

The woman sitting in the hall is about 40 years old, with a dragon and phoenix emerald jade crown on her head, a black-brown embroidered robe with complicated and thick necklines, and a belt of the same color around her waist. woman.

With a cold and heartless face, Nanny Liang picked up the pliers with one hand, and grabbed Quan Jiu's right hand with the other. With a flick of her wrist, the thin blood-stained nails flew out.

After drinking, Quan gritted his molars tightly, and looked up at her, his eyes were cold and dark.

"Well... still so stubborn."

The woman on the main seat came down from the steps and squatted slowly beside Quan Jiu, the steps above her head made a crisp collision sound with her movements, the woman with her little finger with long nails lifted Quan Jiu's chin, Force her to look at his face.

"Shen Luan, after being a saint for ten years, have you forgotten what your original surname is?"

She had a smile in her eyes and a gentle tone, but Quan Jiu felt inexplicably that a snake was spitting red letters at her.

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and forced out a voice with his dry voice:

"...I haven't forgotten."

His throat seemed to have been scalded, and it became very hoarse as soon as he opened his mouth. There was a burning pain at the base of his tongue, and the sound he made was like an old organ, harsh and dry.

"It's fine if you don't forget."

The woman's eyes showed kindness, and she raised her hand to gently stroke her head, lovingly, as if she was petting a dying dog.

"You are the most beloved child of the Ai family. The Ai family doesn't want to do anything to you unless it is absolutely necessary. It's just that the people in the temple are too good at deceiving people. If the Ai family doesn't do this, you won't have a long memory."

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes and did not speak.

The woman stroked her head one after another, as if a mother was pampering her child.

"Shen Luan, can you forgive Ai's family for being helpless?"

Quan Jiu lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered the world-shattering hatred in his eyes.

"can."

"Good boy."

The middle-aged woman's tone became more gentle, looking at her with watery eyes, she grabbed Quan Jiu's right hand, put it in her palm, and accidentally touched her flesh and blood congealed fingers, Quan Jiu's fingertips trembled slightly , wanting to retract, but the woman firmly grasped her hand.

"Can I still participate in the parade ceremony in three days' time?"

Quan Jiu remained motionless, as if numb: "Yes."

"What a good boy from Aijia... Come and send the saint back to the temple."

.........

Quan Jiu looked at the person in the mirror, the woman had creamy skin, cold brows and eyes, and a pair of small but full red lips under her delicate and exquisite nose.

In the blurred bronze mirror, the appearance of a woman who is overwhelmed by the country and the city looms indistinctly.

"Saint, this is the medicine that the Empress Dowager sent you."

The servant put the pill on the tray to Quan Jiu's hand.

Quan Jiu: "Yes."

All the wounds on her body had been bandaged by the imperial doctor, and it was only when they were bandaged that she realized how utterly tortured the original body was.

The fingernails of ten fingers were all pulled out, because they were soaked in salt water for too long, the fingertips turned white, and the flesh became wrinkled.

His body was covered with pinholes, his mouth was poured with boiling hot water, and his kneecaps were soaked in water for too long, and he felt a bone-eating chill when he walked.

For an ordinary person, she might have died long ago, but with her powerful recovery ability, new flesh can grow from the bloody wound in less than a day, and then the new punishment repeats itself...

The sound-transmitting stone in his arms emitted a flashing blue dark light, which looked extremely abrupt in the dimly lit hall.

With a thought of Quan Jiu, a huge illusory projection suddenly appeared in the huge palace.

She nodded lightly: "Master."

The old man in the picture is wearing a white robe, pale face and white hair, riding a white crane and wandering in the clouds, with a fairy demeanor.

Seeing Quan Jiu's pale face, he frowned:
"Luan'er, are you sick?"

Quan Jiu's expression did not change: "When I was practicing just now, something went wrong."

"Bullshit!"

The old man's face darkened, and his white beard shook.

"In the journey of cultivating immortals, the most taboo is to be eager for success. You are already the most talented saint in the Sky Continent, why rush for a while?!"

"I know I was wrong." Quan Jiu lowered his eyes.

The original world is very strange.

There are ordinary people who belong to the feudal dynasty, and there are immortal cultivators who belong to the temple. Further up, it is said that there are gods who are immortal, but the gods are too noble, and only the high-level figures of the temple have the opportunity to contact.

(End of this chapter)