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

Chapter 981 Final Chapter: The Taste of God
Rong Yu's footsteps stopped suddenly, his clothes were lingering in the wind, the breeze was shining brightly, as if the bright moon on the green hills couldn't stay, how could it be heard in the world.

He held a sword in one hand, his wrist bones were faintly white: "She didn't do anything evil, why did I kill her?"

"Everyone says that demons can be eradicated from birth." Qi An was puzzled.

"That's the world."

Xiao House.

Old Mr. Xiao clasped his hands: "My child possessed by evil spirits, thank you, Daoist Priest."

Behind Mr. Xiao is a young man in his twenties, with a gentle and handsome appearance, star-like eyes, looking at them with a smile, and thanking his father.

"You don't need to say thank you." Rong Yu nodded slightly, her back straightened.

"Punishing rape and eradicating evil is what my master should do." The girl behind the boy said with a smile, with a lively expression and a crisp voice.

Old Mr. Xiao shook his hand into a fist, put it on the corner of his mouth, coughed, pushed Xiao Changsheng in front of Rong Yu, and said sincerely.

"My son has been weak and sick since he was a child. I don't know if he can practice a spell or two with the Taoist priest? It would be a great fortune for me to be your apprentice, and the Xiao family will reward me with a lot of money."

Xiao Changsheng's eyes moved away from Qi An in a hurry, his ears were still a little red, he cupped his hands to Rong Yu seriously: "I have met the Taoist priest."

Qi An: "..."

It turns out that this is what you guys came up with!
He actually wanted to rob her of Master! !
"I don't accept apprentices." Rong Yu flatly refused, with one hand behind his back, dressed in white, a gentleman, as pine as bamboo.

His temperament is light and empty, his expression is calm, but there is a divinity in his bones, and the sense of oppression that makes the world feel breathless is undeniable.

Xiao Changsheng was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it. After learning that they would stay in Lincheng for a while, they invited them warmly and entertained them. If there is any need, they can come to Xiao's mansion to find him.

"Goodbye." Qi An waved to him.

Xiao Changsheng's fair face slowly turned red: "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

"Me? My name is Qi'an, next time—"

Before he could finish speaking, Rong Yu grabbed his wrist and took him away.

He said coldly, "So many words."

"It's just to say hello." Qi An was innocent, "Master, don't you think that he looks like the jade-faced scholar mentioned in the script?"

"Many scholars are matched with vixen!"

The young man frowned, Qingjuan lowered his eyebrows: "It's fake."

Qi An didn't argue with him about this.

Before they left, they lived in a nearby inn. Unfortunately, there was only one room.

In the storybook, this is probably the most lively and fragrant plot, what is the blurred night and ambiguity.

Qi An was dreaming, until a voice as sweet as ice sounded in his ear.

"What's wrong with you, have you finished copying the scriptures?"

"...No, not yet."

She hates Rong Yu! !
The most common way for the two of them to get along at night is always that she turns into a prototype, curled up in a snow-white ball and sleeps in the corner of the bed.

He always copied books at night, leaned over the desk, and lit an oil lamp.

Sometimes when Qi An wakes up in a daze, he can still see the back of the god in the dim candlelight.

The side face is as quiet as an ancient painting.

The white clothes were a little slack in private, with loose belts and elegant hem.

I don't know if it's really to calm down, or to avoid suspicion.

Qi'an sometimes looks crazy, he really has a good bone, the gods are stunning, far surpassing the world, and he will be mistaken at first sight for life.

She sometimes quarrels with his master and makes trouble, but he is not angry.

Qi An still likes to see him loosen his neckline and take off his belt, the more pure-hearted and ascetic, the more lustful he is.

It coincides with the Lantern Festival, the fifteenth day of the first month of the lunar calendar, and on the night of the full moon, many temples have lighting activities to pray for blessings, which is really lively.

She pestered him to the temple to worship Buddha, secretly tugged on Rong Yu's sleeve, and said to him: "I should worship you."

The young god lowered his eyes to listen to her, his brows and eyes were covered with a rich and unpredictable background color in the blue lantern ancient Buddha, using mountains and rivers as his paintings.

The temple is quiet, and people who come and go can't help but look back, only to feel that he is more tainted with a sense of worldliness than Buddha.

On that day, there was a constant stream of lantern viewing, lantern riddle guessing, and fireworks.

They passed each other in the bustling crowd, and the lights illuminated half of the god's face.

"Miss Qi'an, Taoist priest."

A warm and pleasant voice sounded.

Xiao Changsheng walked towards her, holding a lantern in his hand: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

The girl stood beside the young man prettyly, with raised eyebrows, she greeted him.

Xiao Changsheng's throat rolled, and he handed out the lantern with a little nervousness, and said softly: "I just won it, it's fate, I give it to you."

Qi An was surprised, before he had time to speak, he flatly refused in a cold voice.

"She doesn't need it."

Qi An turned to look at Rong Yu, stared at him with a pair of amber eyes full of autumn water, and said anxiously: "Master, I want it, I don't have a lantern."

Xiao Changsheng stopped his movements, and met Rong Yu's eyes.

The young man looked deserted, and when he raised his eyes and looked back, there were clear rules and regulations engraved in his bones, like a god who controlled everything.

It's just that when looking at him at this moment, the indifference and emptiness in his eyes makes people afraid.

This pair of master and apprentice...how unusual.

Xiao Changsheng was suspicious in his heart, his back felt cold, and finally he slowly withdrew his hand.

Qi An was very angry, she shook off Rong Yu and walked forward, accusing him: "You don't want lanterns yourself, and you haven't allowed me to."

"I give you."

"I do not want it!"

Later that night, he gave her three thousand long-burning lanterns all over the city, and peach blossoms bloomed overnight.

Wherever the law goes, everything is bright and peach blossoms are in full bloom.

In the lights, in the crimson colors, the sky is a terrestrial firework of bright moon and stars. He stands in the light and shadow, with his white clothes flowing with his reflection. There are only four words.

"I give it to you."

In the world, all living beings are amazed by this and let out endless exclamations. How can peach blossoms bloom all over the city overnight and hang eternal lights? !
On the long bridge, Qi An stared at him blankly and asked clearly.

"Aren't you afraid of being punished by the gods for abusing spells like this?"

"Coax you."

With the light behind her back, Qi An smiled brightly, fragile and perishable: "I don't believe it."

Afterwards, there was a turbulent crowd, and the girl in the skirt shuttled forward lightly, followed by the figure in white clothes not far or near behind her.

She put on a fox mask to cover half of her face, so taking advantage of the dim lights, she raised her head and kissed Rong Yu's lips boldly.

Very cold light fragrance.

It was like the quiet breath that could only be smelled in the church when she worshiped the gods and Buddhas when she was young.

At such a close distance, his lips are so thin that they are a little unreasonable.

Affectionate but cold.

Standing in the dim and brilliant lights, the young Lord God rarely lost his mind.

Run away by her.

It turns out that the taste of God is like this... No wonder everyone wants to blaspheme God.

Thinking of this, Qi An's heart beat like a rabbit, it kept hitting his heart, and his figure quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

There is still a cool and seductive breath in the corner of the mouth, silently bewitching, a little bitter, a little sinking.

Qi An exhaled, wrapped his hands behind his back, raised the corners of his lips, as if he could see nine fox tails: "Master..."

She hadn't noticed.

Shadows gradually began to spread behind him, and the ink-like shadows began to split into ghost hands like dead branches.

Reached out to her.

(End of this chapter)