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

Chapter 327: Raising Gods 7

The cool moon is in the sky, and the tiny stars are embedded in the deep blue sky like diamonds. The majestic attic is beautiful and quaint.

Qingwan was on the top floor, sitting on the edge and swinging her feet leisurely. Her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows and eyes were delicate and charming, and the skirt she wore outlined her figure to perfection. She had a mature look, but her expression was pure and clean to the extreme.

Without exception, all cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, and can easily see the girl in the attic.

Moreover, they could feel that Qing Wan did not have a trace of spiritual power, which meant that she was just an ordinary person with mortal body.

But the attic is more than ten stories high, and except for the top floor, everything below is sealed by a barrier, so ordinary people cannot leave at all.

She was like a princess hidden by a dragon. In the dead of night, she didn't know if someone would make her cry...

The three of them looked up, each with different thoughts in their mind, but at the same time their breathing lightened up.

Wu Shu and Ning Wusi could not see the large patch of pink mist spreading from their hearts, but their eyes became more and more dazed.

But Zhao Yihan, the jealousy hidden deep in her heart was like cotton soaked with water, weighing heavily on her heart.

No wonder Senior Brother is so obsessed.

She is really beautiful. No one would not envy her face.

The evil desire in Zhao Yihan's heart grew stronger and stronger, his fingertips sunk into his palms, and he endured it again and again to make his disgust less obvious.

Turning around and seeing Wu Shu and Ning Wusi with infatuated eyes, she suddenly paused, and a lot of malicious thoughts came to her mind, but she looked suspicious and said, "She lives so high up, and the only way to go downstairs is blocked. How come this looks a bit like imprisonment?"

When these words fell into the ears of the two people nearby, it was like a flood that suddenly broke through the dam of rationality.

Ning Wusi swallowed his dry throat, his heart beating fast and hard, he heard his own hypocritical worry: "She is so pitiful."

Wu Shu's eyes were burning with light, his gaze was glued to Qing Wan, and he responded with a hoarse voice: "Yes, so pitiful."

"She must have been forced by the senior brother. She is so pitiful. She is still sitting on the edge of the terrace. She must be in so much pain that she can't relieve herself."

"She's so pitiful, we should go and save her."

Wu Shu kept muttering to himself, but there was no logic in his words. However, they tore a rift in the desires of the others.

Ning Wusi was the first to take action. He said righteously: "It's too dangerous to sit on the terrace. We should rescue her."

As soon as the last word fell, he stood in the air, eager to rush to Qing Wan.

It would be best to steal her away, hide her, and only see her by myself...

But when he was about to reach her, Wu Shu suddenly got there first.

Qing Wan looked at the young man who suddenly came in front of her. He had delicate features and was very elegant, but the look he gave her was sticky and hot, and filled with the most obscene desire.

But perhaps because he didn't dare to be rude, he was a little timid in her sight and asked in a hoarse voice: "My name is Wu Shu, what's your name?"

Before Qing Wan could answer, Ning Wusi pushed him away, frowning and scolding: "What are you doing?!"

Wu Shu staggered and nearly fell off the terrace. After he stood firm, he turned back with dark eyes, and it was obvious that he was angry.

Qing Wan still sat there without moving, her mood calm to the point of being almost indifferent, because in her eyes, these enthusiastic cultivators who came over were no different from the birds that gave her feathers every day for the past two days.

She seems to be easily liked by others.

The ignorant succubus was a little confused. As she listened to Wu Shu and Ning Wusi's bickering and quarreling, the smell lingering at her nose also changed accordingly.

It had a sweet fragrance before, but now it has become pungent and even smelly.

Qing Wan frowned slightly, and in the long breeze, she suddenly missed Qiu Yueming.

He doesn't have such a bad smell, he always smells sweet and can satisfy her at any time.

But the little goldfish spirit said that Qiu Yueming didn't want to raise her anymore.

Gu Zhuo also told her that cultivators would go into seclusion for hundreds of years, and if he really cared about her, he would definitely arrange a place for her to go.

But Qiu Yueming didn't.

That day Qingwan opened his eyes and found himself thrown into a peach blossom forest. After asking various peach blossom spirits along the way and rejecting their pollen, he finally found the way back.

He happened to see Gu Zhuo and the others at the entrance of the palace, and inadvertently heard the word "retreat".

She didn't quite understand at that time, but seeing that Gu Zhuo and the others didn't go in to disturb Qiu Yueming, she hesitated for a moment and walked back the same way.

Later, when Gu Zhuo proposed marriage to her, she realized that cultivators would not raise things for no reason, there must be some kind of relationship between them.

Just like Gu Zhuo wanted her to be his wife because her husband could take care of the family, and those poor children who came here from thousands of miles away to participate in the disciple-taking ceremony also wanted to become someone's disciple to gain protection.

So, in order to get food, do you have to become someone's wife or apprentice?

Qing Wan looked up in confusion, only to find that Wu Shu and Ning Wusi had actually started fighting. It wasn't the kind of fight where they punched and kicked each other, but a fight filled with hatred and intent on killing each other.

"You're not ordinary, are you?"

A solemn and cold female voice fell into her ears. Qing Wan turned her head and saw the girl standing next to her.

She looked delicate and cute, with a look of cold disgust, and her whole body was tense, as if she was trying hard to restrain something.

"You don't have any demonic aura, but you can easily stir up and amplify other people's emotions, and even completely bewitched them when they are unaware. What on earth are you?"

Restraining the murderous intent and jealousy in his heart, Zhao Yihan finished speaking with difficulty, his eyes filled with extreme and crazy hostility.

"Big Brother must have been bewitched by you, so he acted like this."

"You deserve to die!"

"You are an evil spirit and you should be eradicated. If you are released, I wonder how many innocent people will be persecuted by you!"

Having found a moral foothold, Zhao Yihan finally had a reason to vent the malice that he had struggled to suppress.

She suddenly pulled out her own natal sword from her sea of ​​consciousness. The corners of her eyes were red with hatred. As she swung the sword over, she cursed fiercely like a demon: "Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

Qing Wan looked at her calmly, seemingly not caring about the devastating murderous intent.

When the wind blade was only inches away from her, an even sharper sword intent shattered the wind blade with overwhelming force, and there was even enough strength left to attack Zhao Yihan.

With a "bang", Zhao Yihan, who was cut into two halves by the sword, fell directly to the ground. There was still a twisted look of jealousy on his face, and the large amount of blood that quickly spread was like a gorgeous rose blooming.