Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 331: Raising Gods 11

Now it is probably because his and Qing Wan's souls have returned to the past, which has flapped the butterfly's wings and caused the current situation.

Once changed, it means more unknowns and greater costs.

Hongyu himself doesn't care, but he needs to consider Qingwan, so he must ensure that things are within the controllable range and move forward on the established track.

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At dawn, when Qing Wan woke up again, he found himself outside a temple. He seemed to have been sleeping soundly against the wall.

She was stunned for a moment, her eyes fell on the huge, ancient and magnificent temple in front of her, and she frowned in confusion.

How did she get here?

My foggy thoughts seemed to be stuck, and it took me a while to come back to my senses and remember what happened before.

Gu Zhuo died, and she saved his soul, brought it to this temple, and secretly hid it in the statue.

The statue was tens of meters tall, had no face, only a rough outline of a body. Qing Wan had heard from others that this was the only god in the divine world, and was the Heavenly Dao that governed the rules of all things.

They also talked about how great He was, and how he had saved lives time and again, and how He would definitely be able to turn the tide and protect the world in this catastrophe of spiritual power exhaustion.

It was then that Qing Wan hid Gu Zhuo's soul. Because there were so many people coming to worship, she had to curl up in the corner at the hem of the statue and was forced to listen to many prayers.

Those people said that the world is not at peace now. A few days ago, during the Qishan Sword Sect's disciple-recruiting ceremony, the detained Lingxu Sect suddenly fell into demonic hands and slaughtered nearly 100,000 cultivators in the secret realm.

Even the eldest disciple of Qishan Sword Sect, a brilliant genius, also died in this catastrophe.

Moreover, it so happened that the Demon Lord appeared in the world, and the already disastrous disciple-recruiting ceremony became even worse. All the tribes gathered in the Qishan Sword Sect were greatly implicated, with countless casualties and blood flowing everywhere.

In the end, it was the Grand Elder of the Qishan Sword Sect who came out of seclusion and quelled the disaster.

Qing Wan only listened to a few brief outlines and secretly left there when she found a chance. However, perhaps because she was too tired from helping Gu Zhuo stabilize his soul and body, she just found a random place to stay for the night.

There is nothing wrong with the memory, and the memories are even very real, but...

She frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable, as if she had forgotten something.

After thinking for a while and finding no clue, she stood up from the grass. As she moved, she suddenly smelled a faint scent of frost and snow, which was sharp and cold and disappeared in an instant.

Qing Wan paused slightly, and before his thoughts could continue, a soft laugh suddenly fell into his ears.

“So it’s here.”

The teasing murmurs revealed a hint of danger. Qing Wan opened her eyes and looked over, meeting the gaze of Mo Jingchun who was not far away.

The other person still had a smiling expression on his face, but his pair of strange and narrow fox eyes were covered with a thin layer of shadow. His dark robe was stained with blood, and his cold and white jade neck was also splashed with blood, extending all the way to his jaw.

Seeing Qing Wan looking at him, the curve of his lips became more and more strange, and he appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Where did you and Gu Zhuo go?"

He was so tall that he had to lean forward slightly when talking to Qing Wan, which made him look even more intimidating.

But in stark contrast to his ferocious appearance, the pink mist on his chest was flourishing and eager to try.

Mo Jingchun couldn't see it, but his eyes became darker and darker, and the look he cast on Qing Wan was filled with greed that he himself didn't even notice.

He searched for her for two days and two nights, and even nearly missed his carefully planned sacrifice.

This shouldn't be the case.

But whenever Mo Jingchun thought of her being alone with Gu Zhuo, she felt anxious and had trouble breathing.

For the first time in his life he felt jealous.

But this shouldn't be!

He had contrived every means to deceive Qiu Yueming and take Qing Wan away, just to observe what the strange attraction on her was.

As a result, the three guys led by Wu Shu died, Gu Zhuo died, and even Tian Heng who was chasing them was killed by him.

Anyone who has met her will have no good results.

Mo Jingchun was clearly aware of this, but he could not control himself at all. Not only did he watch himself fall, but the secret desire and jealousy in his heart also visibly grew.

want to……

Take it back, hide it, and lock it on the bed.

Mo Jingchun's dark thoughts became more and more obscene, while Qing Wan, who was being forced by him, kept her eyes on his heart.

She was assessing the person's suitability as food.

The color is beautiful, the taste is sweet, and the portion is large and filling, making it a perfect new food for her.

Gu Zhuo told her that if she needed someone to support her, she had to establish a relationship with that person.

So Qing Wan thought about it for a while, and not long after Mo Jingchun finished speaking, she raised her eyes and said to him: "Will you marry me?"

Just a few words, hitting Mo Jingchun's ears, whose mind was in a mess, made his originally overwhelming desire come to a halt.

"……What did you say?"

Qing Wan was about to explain to him when she saw Mo Jingchun suddenly straighten up, slightly tilted his head and suddenly called out, "Xuan An."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crow suddenly flapped its wings and appeared, then landed on the ground and quickly transformed into a human form.

He knelt on one knee, bowed his head and replied respectfully: "I will be here."

Mo Jingchun: "Go back and prepare for the wedding ceremony with the highest standards, tomorrow. Do you understand?"

Xuan An: “…Yes.”

Xuan An was horrified, as if he had seen a ghost, but he suppressed his surprise and left.

As he turned around, a gentle breeze blew, bringing a faint scent of peony across his nose.

His heart was slightly moved, and he couldn't help but glance sideways secretly.

Unfortunately, the girl was mostly blocked by Mo Jingchun. Compared with the demons, she was too petite and delicate. I'm afraid one could pinch her waist with one hand...

When Xuan An realized what he was thinking, he was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't dare to delay any longer and left quickly.

At the same time, at the entrance of Songxue Secret Realm, Qiu Yueming lowered his eyes expressionlessly, looking at Tian Heng who died miserably. The dark emotions in his long eyes were as terrifying as the abyss.

There was still blood on his robe, and wisps of black air lingered on the Lianshuang sword, which was anxiously and violently strangling all living beings.

A month ago, due to long-term lack of sufficient food, his soul became unstable and he could hardly maintain his human form. Therefore, he had to leave in a hurry to go to the Ninth Realm of the Netherworld, a place as cruel and evil as it is, to devour evil thoughts.

He carefully placed Qing Wan on Wuwang Mountain, added several barriers, and confirmed it repeatedly before leaving with a sense of relief.

But unexpectedly, when he came back, he found that the barrier was fine, but the person was gone.

Following clues all the way to this place, Qiu Yueming felt extremely bad when he saw the evil aura lingering on Tian Heng's body.