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

Chapter 736 The final chapter of the return of the gods 25
Since luck is not enough to drive out the cold, there is only the most primitive method left. Quan Jiu rummaged through the main god space, and finally found the fish that slipped through the net in the corner——

three matches.

There were no combustibles around, so Quan Jiu found the explosives, took out the powder inside, found a bunch of cardboard boxes for goods, and tore them into long strips.

She moved wildly here, but the man on the opposite side didn't even move his eyelids. Quan Jiu left the cold pool, found a mountain wall that could accommodate two people, and bent down to get in.

A layer of crystal clear ice formed on her eyebrows, and her limbs became stiff, as she struck the first match.

The pile of paper was ignited, the flame rose, and the thin ice layer on the mountain wall near the fire gradually melted.

There was a tinge of warmth in Quan Jiu's palm, but it was not enough, she wished she could put her hand into the burning fire.

So she lit a second match.

The fire was finally burning normally, but the number of cartons was limited, so it couldn't last for too long.

Quan Jiu glanced at the man in the distance, the cave she was in was obliquely behind him, as long as he didn't come over, he couldn't see what she was doing.

She took off her clothes three times and five times, and put them aside to dry. At this time, it is faster to wear wet clothes than dead ones.

She curled up, her smooth back facing the man not far away.

Hearing the sound of clothes rubbing behind him, Feng Zui pursed his thin lips tightly, and a look of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Ants destined to die, why bother to struggle?
The pile of paper was burned out, and only one sleeve of the clothes was dry. Quan Jiu dismantled a chair, shook out the cotton wool inside, and lit a third match...

The weak flame approached the cotton wool, and when the flame was about to touch the cotton wool, an unnatural cold wind suddenly blew in the cave, and the lit match was extinguished in an instant.

The redness in Quan Jiu's eyes suddenly increased, she raised her eyes to look at the man not far away, her tone was frighteningly cold.

"Is this interesting?"

The last match went out, which meant that she completely lost the tool to start the fire. Without the fire, she was doomed to die in the Black Wind Valley.

She observed it specially, maybe because of the seal, there was no mountain wind in the Black Wind Valley, the wind just now could only be man-made, and in this Black Wind Valley, apart from her, only the monk in front of her was left.

Feng Zui frowned slightly, wanted to say something, but finally changed his words:
"Sooner or later, he's going to die anyway."

Even if the last match is lit, she still cannot escape the fate of death if there is not enough combustible material.

Anyway, sooner or later he was going to die? !

A word without warmth completely ignited the anger buried in Quan Jiu's heart, the woman's eyes were scarlet, and she walked straight towards Feng Zui.

"Wearing a monk's robe, sympathetic to the world, and looking like a dog, I have never seen such a rubbish and hypocritical thing like you. Do you think that an ant in the Nascent Soul stage like me is pathetic, and I can't escape the fate of death? Struggling in vain?"

Feng Zui didn't pay attention to her at all, so when someone grabbed the skirt of his clothes, he frowned and opened his closed eyes.

The whiteness in front of his eyes was inexplicably hot, and he looked sideways calmly, his tone became colder and colder.

"Go away."

The spiritual power running for a week is not over, if he moves forcibly, it will cause spiritual power backlash.

Quan Jiu's eyes are red and frightening, she has an unyielding temperament, even if she wants to die, she must first gnaw off a layer of the enemy's skin, and at first she tolerated him everywhere, but because Feng Zui did not endanger her life, the two Keeping the state where the well water does not interfere with the river water, she can survive with a life, and everyone is happy.

Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, overflowing with a sharp cold light, her red lips poured out, every word:
"Monk dog, aren't you a real god? You can kill me with a single finger, but you don't want to see me struggling, give me hope, and then completely destroy it. Do you think it's very interesting to watch people collapse? ?!"

If Feng Zui had killed her from the very beginning, drowned her in the cold pool, or had blown out the match when she lit the first match, Quan Jiu would not have been so angry.

The third match was her only hope, and it was undoubtedly more maddening to have hope destroyed than to have no hope.

She was like a dog in captivity. She was about to escape from the cage, but the person behind him gently pulled the dog's leash and pulled her back again. All the efforts to escape were in vain.

Feng Zui looked at the woman whose eyes were scarlet from anger, and pursed her thin lips tightly.

"Again, get off me."

"Definitely, no."

He was doing exercises cross-legged, Quan Jiu knelt on his lap, grabbed his collar with both hands, and had a nasty smile on the corners of his mouth, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.

She was so provocative, Feng Zui still didn't move, Quan Jiu immediately guessed something.

"You are high above, watching me struggle like an ant, don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?"

Except for the moment when she was irrational when she rushed to Fengzui, her rationality was always online.

The man's body was as warm as spring, and from the moment he got close to Fengzui, a steady stream of heat hit her.

Sitting in Feng Zui's arms, she patted his face: "You monks, you should be very concerned about breaking the precepts, right?"

Feng Zui frowned, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

Quan Jiu blew lightly by his ear, and his red lips moved slightly:
"Holy Monk, have you ever broken the lust ring?"

Feng Zui's forehead twitched, his face darkened and frightening: "How dare you."

"I'm going to die, why the hell am I afraid?" Quan Jiu curled his lips into a cold smile, mockingly counterattacked.

She suddenly approached Fengzui's earlobe, bit it lightly, and said in an ambiguous tone:
"...Do you want to try it?"

The ear canals were numb, Feng Zui thin lips pressed into a straight line, and looked at her coldly, although he didn't speak, Quan Jiu could read the meaning in his eyes——

court death?

Quan Jiu raised her thin lips slightly, and the warming of her body made her anger subside a lot.

She patted Fengzui's chest, making no secret of her disgust:
"Don't worry, I don't even want a despicable man like you to come to my door."

Feng Zui: "Get off me."

"That won't work." Quan Jiu retorted without thinking, "You're gone, who will keep me warm?"

Fengzui: "..."

When his luck is over, she will definitely die.

The ice flakes on his body melted, his limbs regained consciousness, Quan Jiu reckoned that it was almost done, and then got off Feng Zui's body.

"Your clothes are nice."

She happened to have no clothes on.

Feng Zui clenched his back teeth: "...I have a lot of clothes in my space ring."

"I want this on you."

Quan Jiu began to pick it up, and finally only left him a pair of underpants.

The woman put on his loose and nondescript monk robe, revealing her delicate white ankles.

Quan Jiu bent down and directly took off his shoes.

Before leaving, she patted Fengzui's handsome face with the sole of her shoe.

"I'm not stupid. When you can move, the first thing to do is definitely not to open the space ring, but to kill me."

(End of this chapter)