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

Chapter 763 The final chapter of the return of the gods 52
Quan Jiu: "Don't worry, you won't die, even if you die, I will bring you back from the underworld."

He wanted to die, but she didn't live enough.

"Cough...you are worried about my death, why?"

Feng Zui pressed his fist against his chin and coughed lightly, his black eyes stared sharply at hers, as if he wanted to see something in her eyes.

Of course it's because I can't live if you die.

He couldn't tell the truth, he would expose the lies, so Quan Jiu simply changed the subject.

"What's the solution, tell me quickly."

Afraid that he would not say anything, she specifically added a threat.

"If you die, I will send your body to the temple, and let He Qingsui make a specimen of you, day and night, to be admired by immortal cultivators from generation to generation."

Paying respect to the word, she emphasized the tone.

Feng Zui imagined a large group of immortal cultivators in fluttering white clothes punching, kicking and spitting at his specimen, strangely, he didn't feel angry, but laughed strangely.

He also believed that she would definitely do such a wicked thing.

"I don't tell you, because the solution is almost equal to nothing."

Most of Fengzui's chest was wet with bright red blood, and he didn't even look at it.

"If there is a person who can take over the devilish energy in my body, reduce the devilish energy in my body, and give me time to refine and breathe, maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

But the problem is, the innate demonic qi can kill someone with just a little bit of contamination, not to mention the intrusion of the demonic qi into the body.

Feng Zui has been exposed to the evil spirit since he was a child, and he can understand the pain of the evil spirit entering the body better than anyone else. No one will suffer for him for no reason. Death.

Unless it's that person.

Quan Jiu frowned and thought carefully, choosing the right candidate.

He Qingsui is strong enough, but the other party has a bad relationship with Feng Zui, the possibility of He Qingsui sacrificing himself for others is almost zero...

"Can He Qing Sui?" She still decided to give it a try.

Apart from Feng Zui, he is the strongest person in the entire Sky Continent, and he has the greatest possibility of success.

"Don't even think about it."

Surprisingly, the man who was so talkative just now suddenly darkened, as if she had said something unforgivable.

Quan Jiu: "Is he the same as you, a true god?"

Wake up quickly!

Is it bad to live?
"impossible."

Feng Zui's tone was firmer than ever before.

Quan Jiu felt that he was doing: "Why?"

It's not good for a man to do too much.

Can't get used to it.

Feng Zui bumped into her confused eyes with puzzled eyes, pinched her chin with his slender five fingers, his black eyes were sharp, and he said with all his strength:

"Do you know what to do to share the evil spirit in my body?"

Quan Jiu: "??"

I suddenly had a bad feeling.

Feng Zui: "Spiritual friendship."

Quan Jiu: "..."

I am sorry.

She was wrong.

She is the one who did it.

The word "spiritual friendship" was originally passed down from the Acacia sect. Men and women who became Taoist couples would open up the sea of ​​spiritual knowledge to each other and practice immersively together.

For an immortal cultivator, the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness is more sensitive than body parts. After a spiritual relationship, the consciousness of men and women communicates with each other, and they have a complete and deeper understanding of each other's bodies.

Let Feng Zui and He Qing make friends with God...

"cough!"

Quan Jiu lowered his head, pretending nothing happened, and touched the tip of his nose.

"I'll think of another way."

Feng Zui: "There is no other way."

It is impossible for him to lie about this, the way forward that Quan Jiu finally found out was blocked.

As a dying person, Feng Zui was calmer than her. The little orange cat hiding under the bed boldly poked its head out, staring vigilantly and curiously at the two uninvited guests in the house.

Feng Zui stretched out a finger and flicked it on the forehead, the orange cat protested in dissatisfaction, and its fur stood on end.

"Like a cat like this."

Quan Jiu couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out five fingers to scratch the little orange cat's chin. The little orange cat changed its guard just now, squinted its eyes comfortably, and made a soft "gurgle" sound in its throat, and rubbed its furry head against the back of Quan Jiu's hand .

Fengzui's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly in dissatisfaction: "Something that doesn't wink."

The little orange cat pointed its butt at him, without looking back, and wagged its tail perfunctorily.

Naturally, Feng Zui would not stick his face to a cold butt, he sat on the bedside, looking at the person and the cat indifferently.

After Quan Jiu found some food to feed the cat, when he returned to the room, he saw the unconscious Feng Zui.

"Smelly monk?"

She raised her hand and patted his cheek hard, but with such a great effort, he didn't wake up.

Holding his wrist and poking it, Quan Jiu's eyes darkened slightly.

The power of the gods and Buddhas in Fengzui's body kept draining away, and he seemed to realize that the host was about to die. The battle between Tianlei and evil spirit became more and more fierce, and it was bound to be a winner after Fengzui's death.

After this fight, Feng Zui's physical condition deteriorated visibly to the naked eye, he is now a balloon with a hole in it, and when the gas in the ball is exhausted, his death is approaching.

"System, is there a way?"

Tongzi expressed his grievance: "Master Zero and Master 001 can't do anything about it. I'm a new system, so don't embarrass me."

After finishing speaking, it hesitated for a moment, and hesitated.

"There is no way, but there is a crooked way..."

"Say."

"Host, anyway, if Fengzui dies, you will die too. Instead of doing this, why not give it a go."

Quan JiuMiao understood its meaning.

Staring at the unconscious man on the bed, the corner of her mouth twitched.

"When he wakes up, I'm afraid he will strangle me to death."

.........

Between "death" and "might die", Quan Jiu decisively chose the latter.

She was inexperienced, drunk and unconscious, so she could only explore and explore alone.

Her consciousness is like a snail's tentacles, cautiously probing towards Fengzui's sea of ​​spiritual knowledge, even if she fell into a coma, Fengzui's sea of ​​spiritual knowledge is still majestic and majestic, with a strong pressure.

Quan Jiu felt a huge threat, but he didn't stop his movements. The result of facing the difficulties was that when she accidentally touched the membrane of Fengzui's sea of ​​consciousness, the man lying on the bed suddenly trembled lightly, slender and slender. Eyelashes flutter.

Quan Jiu also trembled violently, his body was completely out of control.

A subtle and comfortable feeling mixed with inexplicable emotions spread throughout the whole body.

Enduring the discomfort, she passed through Fengzui's defensive film and formally entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

It smells like him everywhere.

Cold, faint, all-pervasive surrounding her.

Quan Jiu's legs went limp, and his breathing suddenly accelerated.

She pinched her palm with her fingertips to calm herself down and get down to business.

The wind-drunk sea of ​​consciousness is experiencing violent storms and lightning. The originally calm sea was turbulent, and the huge waves rolled out were tens of meters high. Standing on the shore, she was almost killed by the huge waves being swept into the sea.

Quan Jiu's expression was solemn: "His current situation cannot be delayed any longer..."

The more you drag it the worse it gets.

(End of this chapter)