Deep in the dark starry sky, Gu Que felt extremely warm.
He reached out his hand and took the worn white cloth, stroking its texture.
The blood stains on it were already hazy and the words were not very clear. Gu Que whispered: "Do you understand this poem?"
Han Qiu frowned, his expression seemed unhappy, and he said coldly: "Do I look stupid?"
Okay, you can continue to be arrogant.
Gu Que smiled bitterly and shook his head, looked at Han Qiu's face, and said slowly: "It's true that I gave you this letter, but these pair of blue eyes that break delusion belong to you. I just want to return them to their original state."
It’s just the Lord.”
Han Qiu nodded, and suddenly his figure trembled. When he looked down, he saw a big hand holding his hand and touching it non-stop.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and couldn't help but said: "Are you taking advantage of me?"
Gu Que said: "No."
Han Qiu said: "Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Gu Que said helplessly: "I just want to feel your temperature."
Han Qiu suddenly felt inexplicably upset. He shook Gu Que's hand away, turned around and walked away, saying: "My body has no temperature, and I have no flesh. You don't have to feel it."
Gu Que knew that he had stimulated the pain deep in Han Qiu's heart. He quickly chased after her, grabbed her, and said loudly: "So what?"
Han Qiu stopped moving.
Gu Que said: "Do you care about your body that much? You are you, what does it have to do with your body?"
Han Qiu said: "You don't understand."
Fart, how can I not understand? I was the one who enjoyed all the pleasure from you before.
He pulled Han Qiu and said seriously: "There is nothing you don't understand. Your soul is the most important thing."
Han Qiu glanced back at Gu Que, his eyes a little unfamiliar. After a long silence, he slowly said: "Actually, I don't remember who you are at all. I just think you are kind."
"To me, all life in this world is no different from stone. I couldn't feel any kindness until I saw you today."
For some reason, Gu Que felt a little sour in his heart. He knew that Han Qiu had a cold personality, but to this extent, was it really just due to his personality? Or was it the result of the metalization of the body? Or the result of the death of the soul.
?
Does she have to be willing to be so indifferent? How lonely must this be?
For a moment, Gu Que was so heartbroken that he was almost speechless.
Han Qiu broke away from Gu Que and said quietly: "I don't know why I care so much about my body. Maybe, I really hope that I am a normal woman."
As she spoke, she turned around and strode away.
Looking at her back, Gu Que's heartache was indescribable. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists loudly.
Han Qiu, don't worry, I will definitely let you return to the way you want, I will definitely do it.
Your soul remains kind to me, and my gray hair is my sorrow for you.
When did we meet each other, and when did my white hair turn into black hair?
Gu Que blinked hard to calm down his emotions, and then followed him.
Han Qiu seemed to have a tacit understanding, but his speed was not very fast.
Gu Que was no longer frivolous, but stood side by side with her, walking slowly towards Ceres.
Neither of them spoke, they could both feel each other's presence.
That's enough.
Ceres, Tianyan Yuanqi and Peony Flower have already caused a commotion in the sky.
An old man said loudly: "That woman must have won. She is too strong. The pressure makes me breathless."
A young female cultivator said: "Old bastard, don't talk nonsense. It must be the white-haired Wuming who won. Oh my God, why doesn't he take off his mask? I really want to see if he is a handsome guy."
"You bastard, stop being so horny. Does handsome guy have anything to do with strength?"
"The old bastard doesn't know how to be charming. Even if I'm in love, I won't look down on you."
Everyone was noisy, and soon, they all looked to the sky.
Two figures came side by side and landed steadily on the competition stage. The scene was so harmonious that everyone could hardly believe their eyes...
Does this look like after a big war? Who won?
Lan Meisheng murmured: "Goddess, are they really husband and wife?"
Lan Yue rolled her eyes at him and said, "I told you I have no interest in lying to you. These two are both perverts. If you don't admit defeat, you will be finished."
Lan Meisheng swallowed her saliva and stopped talking.
The person guarding the ranking smiled and said: "I wonder who wins and who loses? Everyone must also want to know."
Everyone around also started shouting.
Gu Que smiled bitterly and shook his head. He was no match for Han Qiu. He was about to admit defeat, but Han Qiu already said: "I lost."
Three words silenced the world.
Everyone around stared at Gu Que, and started to quarrel again.
Di Xuanzhe's eyes widened and he murmured in his heart: "It's impossible, it's impossible!"
Gu Que looked at Han Qiu and saw that her face was expressionless, so she had to give up.
Then the person guarding the list flew towards the sky and said loudly: "Dear heroes, fellow cultivators, and people from all over the world, under the joint witness of everyone, I declare that the Youth Martial Arts Competition of all over the world has been successfully concluded."
"Sacrifice to the list of heroes of the heavens!"
He roared loudly, waved his right hand, and a golden divine list comparable to the size of a star appeared in the sky above Tianyan Yuanqi.
The list of gods is a horizontal square, with the left as the highest honor, and the first person on the left is the number one young man in the world.
The sacred aura spread, and everyone felt endless pressure. It turned out that the list of heroes of the heavens was also a Tianyan element.
The guardian of the list took out a magic pen and said loudly: "The number one on the list of heroes in the world is nameless!"
The two big characters were written on it, shining brightly, but Gu Que knew that this was given to him by Han Qiu.
Just as the guard was about to write again, he suddenly frowned, looked at Han Qiu, and said with a wry smile: "Girl, you never mentioned your name."
Han Qiu did not speak, but looked at Gu Que.
Only then did Gu Que realize that Han Qiu had even forgotten her name and that she was indeed too lonely.
Gu Que said: "She calls Kudeng."
Han Qiu nodded, and then the person who protected the list wrote his name.
And Gu Que sent a message to Han Qiu and said softly: "Your name is Han Qiu. It is not appropriate to announce this name for the time being. Kudeng is the Buddhist name you used."
Han Qiu's eyes were slightly curious, and he seemed a little happy, but he still didn't speak and nodded dully.
The third place is undoubtedly Emperor Xuanzhe, the fourteenth prince of Kuluo. His powerful dominance is undisputed.
The fourth place is Lan Meisheng who has never been defeated. After all, he was forced to admit defeat by Lan Yue.
The fifth person is Chongguang, the prince of Shenting who forced Emperor Xuanzhe to take six steps back. He has already left.
The magic sword Jingchuan is dead, and the sixth place goes to Ye Rulie, who fought Gu Que for more than ten breaths.
The seventh place went to the young master of the blood-worshiping civilization, Baiwu, who was defeated by Gu Que.
After the eighth place, Gu Que didn't care anymore because it wasn't important anymore.
The important thing is that the Chaohuang Secret Realm is finally about to be opened. (To be continued)