Chapter 745 Final Chapter The Gods Return to the Territory 34

She assumed that she died after sealing Feng Zui more than 3,000 years ago, and her soul was captured by the system to do a quick-travel task. Then is her body still there?

Also, what happened more than three thousand years ago, why did she seal Fengzui, and how could the "barrassing" relationship between the two men and their "supervised" master-apprentice relationship begin?

It’s not that she couldn’t feel it. He Qing was following the topic of avoiding Feng Zui, and seemed to be unhappy to talk about it.

"It's such a mess..."

She closed her eyes, simply empty her thoughts, stopped thinking, and enjoyed the current spiritual spring.

I changed into the three-piece red silver butterfly skirt set prepared by He Qingsui, which was neither long nor short, just right.

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

Quanjiu 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 and there was no light, only the projection of the moonlight shook on the ground.

Almost immediately she looked at the square mahogany table on her left. There was a long black shadow on the originally empty strip bench. She had clearly seen him, but there was no sound of breathing in the room.

Quan Jiu showed vigilance, his tone also changed, and there was a dagger in his hand:

"What are you doing?"

The man sitting down with his back to her turned around and showed his eyes that were darker than the night, staring at the red lotus mark between her eyebrows.

When the oil lamp was lit, the light in the house lit up. The man's deep facial features flickered with the jumping of the candlelight. Aside him, a long red sword in the whole body took the initiative to abandon the scabbard and excitedly circled around Quanjiu.

Quanjiu: “………”

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

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

“It likes you very much.”

Feng Zui looked at her, as if she was judging.

Quanjiu was still blocking the door: "Normal, I am so beautiful, everyone loves you."

She tried to be justified and not guilty, she was clear about her relationship with Long Xiao, and could not tell her about Feng Zui's attitude towards "her".

Feng Zui didn't say anything, staring at her, Quan Jiu was neither humble nor arrogant, and his eyes met him, like a silent contest.

Neither of them had the upper hand. The temperature difference between the mountains and the nights was large. A cool breeze blew away and took away the heat from the skin. Quanjiu was wearing cool clothes and couldn't help but sneeze.

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

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

Quan Jiu murmured in a low voice, took the initiative to approach the table and poured herself a cup of hot tea. She did not apply makeup, but faced her face was white and red, and she could not even see a small pore.

Feng Zui's black eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly shot him back. He thought she would be scared, but he didn't expect that she was quite calm. This was beyond his expectations. After all, he almost killed her twice.

Quanjiu is also estimating the state of wind and intoxication.

He Qingsui said that he would go to the Elf Paradise in the Western Continent, but why did Feng Zui suddenly appear here?

The ragged monk robe on his body had been changed, and he was wearing a white robe made of silk, which was gradually dyed with sky blue mountains and streams, like a landscape painting full of charm.

"Do you want to drink?"

She raised her chin to the teapot, her red lips were shiny, and her black eyes were moist. She was a simple movement and cute.

Feng Zui didn't speak, Quan Jiu was too lazy to serve this old man. He lowered his eyes and drank tea on his own. The fragrance of tea spread into his nose. Her long eyelashes trembled and she took a breath.

Suddenly, there was a hand on my eyelids.

Feng Zui stood up at some point and was very close to her. When she raised her eyes, she met the man's deep eyes. His pupils were very dark and often blocked his emotions. Whenever she wanted to see what was in his eyes, she would have the illusion that he would suck it into his eyes.

Such magical eyes are now staring at her attentively.

The man bent down and leaned closer, with his thin lips pressed against her side face, and his cold breathing seemed to be gone. Quan Jiu suspected that now she could just turn her head and Feng Zui could kiss her directly.

Feng Zui raised his hand and flew over her eyes and nose. Her eyes turned black and a touch of warmth fell on her eyebrows.

The man's fingertips were hot, which was completely opposite to his cold appearance, as if he wanted to burn a hole in Quan Jiu's eyebrows.

His fingertips moved slightly, and his fingertips scratched her skin back and forth, without any pain, and inexplicably itchy.

Quan Jiu couldn't stand it first, so he grabbed his wrists of stirring up trouble:

"Stop touching, it's not painted with paint. I deliberately carved it on and can't erase it."

Anyway, it would be right not to admit it.

Feng Zui was grabbed by her wrist and did not struggle. Her arms stopped in the air, her eyes slid down, moving from her eyebrows to the foundation of her eyes.

"Why do you need to engrave this pattern?"

Quan Jiu: "You don't understand this. I am called a professional substitute. He Qingsui likes Honglian, so I carved it."

Feng Zui withdrew his hand, distanced himself from her, and looked down at her condescendingly:

"Do you like him?"

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

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

Feng Zui really stopped talking and sat with a cold face.

Quanjiu: "You are not leaving yet?"

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

"Go together."

Quanjiu: "???"

Ahh??

She looked confused: "Where to go?"

………

Feng Zui waved his hand and opened a space-time portal. When Quanjiu entered the door, he went from the easternmost part of the Cangqiu Continent to the westernmost part.

There is no longer the green vegetation that can be seen everywhere. The Gobi beach is filled with desolation under the moonlight. When the north wind blows, yellow sand fills the sky.

She clasped her wrists and tied them together by a rope. The other end of the rope was held in her hand by Feng Zui.

The man had long legs and big steps, and was walking very fast, so Quan Jiu couldn't keep up for a while, and staggered a little and almost fell to the ground.

"Stinky monk, you are kidnapping!"

I don’t know what rope he used, it was extremely tough, so she couldn’t break free even if she tried her best.

The most annoying thing is that Feng Zui found a camel from somewhere. He rode the camel through the yellow sand, but asked her to walk behind.

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

Feng Zui looked at him with peace of mind: "Then be your prisoner."

Only when Quanjiu can be at peace can there be a ghost. 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 was tied up with both hands, unable to lift the hem of her skirt, and could only stretch out her legs, like a delicate little girl who was wronged:

"Stinky monk, my knees are bleeding."

Feng Zui's eyebrows are locked tighter.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!