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

Chapter 739 The final chapter of the return of the gods 28
Feng Zui leaned against the deep black mountain wall, facing the cold pool, sitting cross-legged on the ice, looking at her coldly, without the slightest bit of compassion from a monk.

"I want to kill you more than go out."

Quan Jiu is too far away from him, so he can only speak by roaring, the empty valley is full of her echo:

"Aren't you a monk, with such a strong desire to kill, how can you become a Buddha?"

Feng Zui: "..." Heh.

"Smelly Monk, what's your name?" Quan Jiu asked knowingly, and threw a stone in his direction.

Feng Zui closed his eyes and remained silent, while Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows, looking wantonly.

Although the man has shaved his head and got ring scars, he has deep looks, thin eyelid folds, and slightly drooping eye tails. When he lifts his eyes to look at you, he always gives people a contemptuous and frivolous look, completely different from the kind-hearted Buddhist disciples. different.

Quan Jiu: "Hello."

Seeing that he remained silent, she directly threw a stone the size of a ping-pong ball on his chest. When it touched the plump and strong chest muscles, the small stone was instantly bounced away, and the muscles in his chest trembled. The abdominal muscles are sunken into a seductive arc.

Looks pretty solid.

Just don't know how it feels.

Feng Zui opened his eyes, and a cold light flashed: "Come here."

The corner of Quan Jiu's mouth curled slightly: "So you miss me?"

"Ah."

There was another sneer, and Quan Jiu could even see the sarcasm rising from the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, I miss you." Feng Zui's eyes were cold.

miss you dead.

Quan Jiu had a frightened look on his face:

"Think about the good things. There is no ghost in Black Wind Valley. At least I can talk to you while I'm alive."

Fengzui: "..."

He still prefers the dead to the living.

Quan Jiu: "How long have you been imprisoned?"

Feng Zui: "I don't remember."

In the early years, the sealing power was too strong, and he had been sleeping all the time, in a daze, not knowing how many years had passed in the human world.

Quan Jiu: "Then why do you want to become a monk?"

Monks don't sleep well.

Fengzui: "..."

Quan Jiu: "Why doesn't the Pantheon chain work for you?"

Fengzui: "..."

"Does this Wanshen chain still hurt to wear now?"

"........."

"Are you dumb and don't say a word?"

"........."

"Your clothes smell nice."

"........."

Quan Jiu asked a bunch of questions, Feng Zui didn't answer any of them, she understood why.

What do the dead know so much? ?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, let's talk about serious business, I will help you unlock the seal, and then write off today's affairs, how about it?"

Quan Jiu throws out the bait and asks for peace.

She is only in the Nascent Soul Stage, without his perverted physique, she can live in the Black Wind Valley for thousands of years.

Feng Zui finally looked at her.

The woman is like a little fox, with a vague smile on the corner of her mouth, but there is no smile in her eyes. The curvature of her mouth adds a lot of charm to her cold eyebrows and eyes.

The clothes she was wearing hadn't dried yet, and the climate at the bottom of the valley was humid, so she probably wouldn't be able to dry them in the future.

She was sitting on the stone by the roadside wearing obscene clothes and monk robes that smelled of him, like a child stealing an adult's clothes, with empty sleeves, loose waist, and slender white ankles exposed under the long hem.

Because there were no underpants, two dangling snow-white long legs were exposed from the side of the robe from time to time, and the feet wetted by snow were restlessly overlapping.

Feng Zui looked at this scene with cold eyes, and said with thin lips: "You are not qualified."

The spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage is not enough for unblocking, and he never expected to rely on her to get out of the valley.

Quan Jiu stretched his waist, and took out a bag of melon seeds from the space:
"Okay, you have the final say."

Just grind it slowly.

.........

She was ready to spend a long time with Fengzui, but she didn't expect that the turning point would come the next day, which caught people off guard.

Quan Jiu, as always, first "greeted" with his old friend the tentacle monster, sat by the stele and watched it "friendly dance with its tentacles", watched it smash through the mountain wall with "excitement", and finally, in its scarlet and crazy In his eyes, he threw a Juewei duck neck over, ending the day's "friendly exchange" between "friends".

Just when she was about to return to the cold pool, a creepy coercion suddenly spread from the bottom of the valley, and the transparent cover above her head fluctuated violently, like distorted soap bubbles, which almost burst open.

Under this coercion, the tentacle monster and Quan Jiu looked at each other, and couldn't take it anymore and passed out.

When Quan Jiu woke up again, the terror had dissipated and the tentacle monster was still in a coma. She walked towards the cold pool and saw the man who turned back.

His dark and slender eyelashes fluttered, and the man's eyes were neither sad nor happy, as calm as the vast sea, and his eyes met each other. Quan Jiu could see the compassionate look of the simple green lanterns in his eyes.

She frowned: "You were the one who hit the seal just now?"

"Yes."

The man's voice is like a clear spring, clear and clean.

Without the tit-for-tat yesterday, his brows and eyes are soothing, and his black eyes are peaceful.

Quan Jiu's whole body felt even more weird, and there was a strong sense of separation between the person in front of him and the cold and sharp man from yesterday.

She looked wary: "Is this your new trick?"

A gentle trap, let her relax her defenses, trick her in the past, and then throw a knife in her hand and die?
Feng Zui looked at her tenderly: "I'm not him."

Quan Jiu: "..."

She stared at the exact same face, and the position of the small mole under the joint bones of the two was perfectly reproduced. It is impossible for two identical bodies to exist in the world...

"who are you?"

"Wind drunk."

Quan Jiu: "..."

The names are all the same.

She frowned and thought, could it be schizophrenia?

This is the second personality?
The man seemed to see what she was thinking, and shook his head:

"I am him, and he is also me. We used to be a part of Fengzui. People have three souls and six souls. I have one soul and three souls, and he has two souls and three souls."

Quan Jiu: "So now he is asleep, and you are the one who came out?"

"Yes."

Quan Jiu still maintained his vigilance, and he believed most of it in his heart: "The three souls and six souls are good, why should they be separated?"

With the same eyebrows and eyes, Fengzui in front of him is a little more warm and distant:
"For one person."

Quan Jiu was stunned: "Who?"

Fengzui smiled and said nothing:
"The reason why he fell into a deep sleep was because it took him too much energy to hit the seal. The seal of Black Wind Valley can't trap him for long. At most two months, he can break the seal."

"You told me this because you want me to help him?" Quan Jiu raised his eyes.

"No, I want you to stop him."

He spoke amazingly.

Quan Jiu was puzzled: "Why, don't you want to go out?"

Feng Zui looked calm: "The hatred in his heart is hard to get rid of, now is not a good time to go out."

"He wants to seek revenge from the Temple and the Hidden Family?" Quan Jiu grasped the point.

Feng Zui didn't know what to think of, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Do not."

(End of this chapter)