Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 978 Final Chapter: Fairy Hero Conference
In the depths of the peach blossom grove, a girl is copying a book with a light behind her back, the rice paper is spread all over the floor, and the pen and ink are still wet.

She bit her pen, puffing her cheeks in distress. She was dressed in sky blue clothes like clear water, with long hair reaching her waist, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

Qi An asked him, what is that lamp?
Rong Yu glanced at her lightly, then asked her what did she see?
What can Qi An say.

Do you want to say that you saw him being violated?

"It's scary to have a severed tail!" Qi An held his chin in an exaggerated tone, "There are nine of them!"

Qingqiu Fox has practiced for a lifetime and may not necessarily grow nine tails. Cutting off a tail is like cutting off a life. The pain is heart-piercing and bone-piercing, which no outsider can understand.

The young master god hit her head with a book, his face was slightly sideways, his lines were cold and smooth: "Copy your book."

Qi An snorted softly, then suddenly said after a while: "I'll call you Master from now on, okay?"

She feels kind.

To her, Rong Yu was a life-saving grace, and also a gift of respect.

It is only right and proper to call out Master.

The other party seemed to be caught by her question and didn't answer for a long time. Her shadow was reflected in those extremely empty eyes, adding a touch of coldness.

half an hour.

He said yes.

"Master!" Qi An raised her brows and eyes, heartless, carefree, and felt fresh. She repeated several times, crisply, surrounding the young man, "Master, Master, Rong Yu..."

Hearing her call, Rong Yu seemed to have returned to the past.

The past that can never go back.

That scene is so familiar, it is a certain picture in the old things, reappearing again, is it repeating the same mistakes?

Accidentally, she tripped over the corner of the table, and the girl staggered and fell into the arms of the god.

The breath is cold and the fragrance is lingering.

Qi An was stunned, looking at him who was so close, her heart beat faster and became dull.

He always scolded her, but this time, with his eyes facing each other, the high bridge of his nose cast a cold light, and he said flatly, "Be more lively."

That piece of peach blossom forest carried too many memories and spent quite a long period of peaceful time.

He was the first person she met in her life with blank memory.

"Where is Qingqiu? Why no one said, I heard that Hongyue, the disciple of God Lord Lianhua, is the fox of Qingqiu. I want to visit Qingqiu."

"Wait until you recover."

The little girl was a little frustrated, touched the back of her round head, and sat on a tree trunk in the back mountain forest. Her white clothes were like a sea of ​​clouds and flowers, and her skirt was light and fluttering in the wind.

She jumped down from the tree, and would go down the mountain quietly a few times occasionally, only daring to walk nearby, not far away.

She was too bored on the mountain, and when she came back sometimes, I don't know if the master didn't notice it, or he silently agreed.

It's all right if it's not far, he'll find her.

Qi'an would sometimes go to Hongyue, and would meet Hongyue's master, God Lord Lianhua.

She didn't know how this man became a god, it was hard to explain.

Drinking like life.

If Rong Yu is pure and disciplined, then he is probably corrupt and indulgent. He is so romantic that he really can't see the bones of the gods. He is both good and evil, but like a demon.

The mountain is very lively today, Qi An didn't know why, so after some inquiring, I found out that it was the Immortal Sword Contest, where the disciples of the gods competed with each other, and the elders would all be present. The elders are interested.

I wonder if Rong Yu will go?Forget it, he likes to be quiet.

Thinking of the eternal silence on Jiuchong Mountain, even the gods of the Immortal Sword Competition subconsciously avoided Jiuchong Mountain.

She sighed.

How can someone live so alone?

If this is the price of becoming a god, don't worry about it.

Qi An can't stand the three thousand rules!

Seeing her, God Lord Lian Hua propped his chin and laughed suddenly, lazily leaning on the white jade railing, the evildoer in red: "Little Nine Tails is here again."

"Don't call me that." Qi An was puzzled, he had never shown his nine tails in front of him, how did he know that?

"Okay, little nine-tailed fox." Lian Hua held the jug, his peach eyes flamboyantly flamboyant, and his nose bridge was straight, reflecting the flashy white jade palace behind him, "Nine-tailed foxes are rare in the world, but they are not very smart just looking at you. "

"Looking at the way you look at the fox, you probably do the same." Qi An replied politely and sincerely.

"Smart teeth." Lian Hua thought thoughtfully, "How dare you talk to Rong Yu like that?"

Qi An fell silent.

"If you want to watch the game, let Hongyue take you there." He bewitched her, "It's just one time, just join in the fun, Rong Yu won't say anything."

Hong Yue raised her sword and came over, seeing Lian Hua and Qi An, her face changed slightly, and she called out in a low voice: "Master."

Qi'an found out that both of them like to be dressed in red, so they deserve to be masters and apprentices?

One is romantic and unrestrained, the other is proud and bright, and they are quite worthy.

It's a pity that the relationship between master and apprentice will be punished by God, and no one should be stupid enough to do this.

Lian Hua nodded, the smile slipped from the corner of his mouth, his peach blossom eyes swept over Hongyue drunkenly, and stopped on the sword in her hand, quite self-deprecating and teasing: "You are so hardworking, I feel guilty for my teacher. "

Hongyue pursed her lips and said, "Today's Immortal Sword Competition, I will win No.1 for you."

"How long with me, I don't care about that." Lian Hua was not interested, waved his hand, turned and left, before leaving, greeted Qi An with a smile, let her play with him next time, and said to Hong Yue.

"By the way, you take her to watch the game, hide her well, the Nine-Tailed Fox won't show up, don't cause trouble."

Qi An hurriedly proved his innocence, dressed in neat white clothes, with a fairy air, two soft and fluffy fox ears protruding from his black hair, shaking the tips of his ears, his voice was soft and serious: "I won't cause trouble .”

Hongyue quietly clenched her hands.

She was unwilling to admit her fear, but she was still afraid that Qi An would take her things away again and again.

"Aren't you going?"

Lian Hua tilted his head: "Let's talk when we wake up."

Hongyue was a little disappointed, her eyeshadow swept down, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes were covered with light dust.

After Lian Hua left, Hongyue pretended to mention it casually, "Do you always wear the sachet I gave you?"

"Wear it."

"That's good." Hongyue raised the corners of her lips vaguely, and slid across the girl's face with bright eyes and white teeth. This kind of purity and gentleness is very different from the bloody appearance when the demonic nature broke out, and I still have lingering fears when I recall it.

If the world sees her demonic outburst, who can tolerate her?

This sachet would silently penetrate into her bone marrow, causing damage to her soul.

This is what Qi An owes her!
On the other side, God Lord Lian Hua left hundreds of miles away, soaring through the clouds and mists, he overlooked the mountains and rivers, lost in thought, and finally sighed.

At the Immortal Sword Conference, the green hills towered into the clouds.

The gathering of immortals should be a grand event.

The white mist is shadowy and shadowy, all kinds of fairy arts are dazzling, and a hundred flowers bloom.

The Ninth Heaven of God's Domain should be looked up to by all living beings.

In the Immortal Sword Contest, two duel, when Hong Yue came on stage, Qi An was hiding in her sleeve, when the two confronted, she was almost knocked out, but for some reason, there was a faint sense of familiarity.

(End of this chapter)