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

Chapter 745 The final chapter of the return of the gods 34
She assumed that more than 3000 years ago, she died after sealing the wind and getting drunk, and her soul was captured by the system to do a fast-traveling task, so is her previous body still there?
Also, what happened more than 3000 years ago, why did she seal Fengzui, and where did the "reluctant" master-student relationship between the two start?
It's not that she can't feel it, He Qingsui is avoiding the topic of Fengzui, and seems unwilling to talk about it.

"What a mess..."

She closed her eyes, simply let go of her thoughts, stopped thinking about it, and enjoyed the current spiritual spring.

Putting on the three-piece red silver butterfly skirt that He Qingsui had prepared for her, it was neither too long nor too short, just right.

Outside the small red sling embroidered with peonies, there is only a thin layer of gauze, and the lower body is a half skirt of the same color, which is cool and comfortable to wear.

Quan Jiu wiped her hair with a towel until it was half dry before she walked from the yard to the inner room.

The room was pitch black, with no lights on, only the projection of the moonlight swaying on the ground.

She almost immediately looked at the square mahogany table on the left. On the originally empty strip bench, a slender black shadow appeared at some point. She had clearly seen him, but the room was silent without any breathing sound.

Quan Jiu showed vigilance, his tone changed, and there was an extra dagger in his hand:
"What are you here for?"

The man sitting with his back to her turned his head, revealing a pair of eyes darker than the night, quietly staring at the red lotus mark between her brows.

Lighting the oil lamp, the light in the room came on, and the man's deep facial features flickered with the light of the candle. Beside him, a long red sword was unsheathed actively, circling around Quan Jiu excitedly.

Quan Jiu: "..."

Does this bastard think she didn't die fast enough?

Long Xiao's anomaly was like a sharp blade, cutting through the layer of window paper between the two of them, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

"It likes you very much."

Feng Zui looked at her, as if making judgments.

Quan Jiu was still blocking the door: "It's normal, I'm so good-looking, everyone loves me."

She tried her best to be upright and not guilty, to put aside her relationship with Long Xiao, and until she was uncertain about Feng Zui's attitude towards "her", she would not reveal her flaws.

Feng Zui didn't speak, just stared straight at her, Quan Jiu was neither humble nor overbearing, his eyes met her, like a silent contest.

Neither of the two had the upper hand. The temperature difference between day and night in the mountains was huge, and a gust of cool wind blew away the heat from the skin. Quan's wine and clothes were cool, and he sneezed uncontrollably.

Feng Zui turned around and sat with his back to her: "Aren't you going to come in and wait to feed the wolves?"

"It's not that I can't beat it."

Quan Jiu muttered in a low voice, approached the table proactively, and poured herself a cup of hot tea. She didn't wear makeup, her face was upright, her face was rosy after soaking in the Lingquan, and she couldn't even see a tiny pore.

Feng Zui's black eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly shot back. He thought she would be scared, but she was quite calm, which was beyond his expectation, after all, he almost killed her twice.

Quan Jiu is also predicting the state of wind drunk.

He Qingsui clearly said that he would go to the Fairy Paradise in the Western Continent, but why did Feng Zui suddenly appear here?
The tattered monk's robe on his body has been changed, and he is wearing a white robe made of silk, which is gradually dyed with sky blue mountains and streams, like a landscape painting full of charm.

"Do you want a drink?"

She lifted her chin towards the teapot, her red lips were shiny, her black eyes were moist, and she made a simple movement that was smart and cute.

Feng Zui didn't speak, and Quan Jiu didn't bother to serve the old man, she lowered her eyes and drank tea by herself, the fragrance of tea overflowed into her nostrils, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a breath.

Suddenly, an extra hand appeared on the eyelid.

Feng Zui didn't know when she got up, she was very close to her, when she raised her eyes, she met the man's deep eyes, his pupils were very dark, often covering his emotions, whenever she wanted to see deeply what was in his eyes, she would Create an illusion of being sucked into his eyes.

Such a pair of magical eyes were staring at her intently at the moment.

The man bent down to get closer, his thin lips pressed against her side face, his cold breath seemed to be there, Quan Jiu suspected that now she only needs to turn her head, and Feng Zui can kiss her directly.

Feng Zui raised his hand to brush her eyes and nose, her eyes went dark, and a touch of warmth fell between her brows.

The man's fingertips were hot, contrary to his cold appearance, as if he wanted to burn a hole between Quan Jiu's brows.

He moved his fingertips slightly, and his fingertips scratched her skin back and forth. It didn't hurt, but it was inexplicably itchy.

Quan Jiu couldn't bear it at first, and grabbed his troublesome wrist:
"Don't touch it, it's not painted with paint, I carved it on purpose, it can't be wiped off."

Anyway, it's right not to admit it.

Feng Zui was grabbed by her wrist, without struggling, his arm paused in the air, his eyes slid down, moving from the center of his eyebrows to the bottom of her eyes.

"Why do you want to carve this pattern?"

Quan Jiu: "You don't understand that. I'm called a professional substitute. He Qingsui likes Honglian, so I'll engrave it."

Feng Zui withdrew his hand, distanced himself from her, and looked down at her:
"you like him?"

Quan Jiu: "I don't like it, but who made him the boss of the temple. As the saint of the temple, I want to go up, and I should please him."

If she said that she carved the red lotus randomly, Feng Zui would not believe it, how could there be such a coincidence in the world?

As expected, Feng Zui stopped talking, and sat with a cold face.

Quan Jiu: "Are you still leaving?"

He was seriously injured and ran directly to the enemy's base camp. He was really brave.

"Walk together."

Quan Jiu: "???"

aha? ?
She looked confused: "Where are you going?"

.........

With a wave of Feng Zui's big hand, a time-space portal was opened, and Quan Jiu entered the gate, from the easternmost to the westernmost of Sky Continent.

No longer the green vegetation that can be seen everywhere, the Gobi Desert is desolate under the moonlight. When the north wind blows, the sky is full of yellow sand.

Her wrists were clasped together and tied together by a rope, and the other end of the rope was held in Feng Zui's hand.

The man's legs were long, his steps were long, and he walked fast. Quan Jiu didn't keep up for a moment, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Stinky monk, you are kidnapping!"

I don't know what kind of rope he used, but it was so tough that she couldn't break free with all her efforts.

The most irritating thing is that Feng Zui found a camel somewhere, and he rode the camel across the yellow sand, but let her walk behind.

I don't know if He Qingsui found out that she was missing.

Feng Zui felt at ease: "Then be your prisoner."

It's a ghost if Quan Jiu can keep his peace of mind. She walked for half an hour and suddenly fell to the ground.

Feng Zui frowned and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"

Quan Jiu's hands were bound, unable to lift the hem of the skirt, he could only stretch out his legs, like a wronged and delicate girl:
"Smelly monk, my knees are bleeding."

Feng Zui's brows furrowed even tighter.

(End of this chapter)