Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

Hong Ling: Who in the family understands?

Hong Ling, who didn't know how to explain it, simply broke the jar and said, "I don't know."

Lou Qi narrowed his eyes, retreated back, and opened his lips with a calm expression: "It's useless."

Hong Ling:?

He suddenly raised his head, and there was no sign of a god anywhere else!

I couldn't help but bared my teeth.

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The candle was lit and instantly illuminated a small area, reflecting the old photo frames hanging on the wall.

The photo in the frame is of a beautiful and charming woman who looks young. She is in her 30s and is wearing a cheongsam from the Republic of China period.

The man in a tuxedo holding a candle in his hand looked at the photo frame with a sad look on his face.

She reached out and touched the side of the photo frame with nostalgia, and murmured a name: "Qingwan..."

With a snap of his fingers, the narrow corridor was suddenly brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Every inch of the ground that the black leather shoes stepped on was cracked and fine lines appeared.

The man in the tuxedo came back to his senses in an instant, dropped his hand with a bit of defeat, turned around, and said with a tired expression: "Brother, you are here."

Lou Qi's eyes swept over the photo frame, as coldly as if the person standing in front of him was not his brother.

"It's been 200 years. Lou Ji, aren't you still giving up?"

As if being poked into something, Lou Ji trembled his lips, and the candle in his hand kept swaying like his mind at the moment.

Finally, there was a "pop" sound, and the candle exploded with sparks and was instantly annihilated.

Lou Ji dropped his hands feebly and retorted unwillingly: "Brother, have you met the woman who helped you collect soul fragments today?"

When Bai Nuannuan was mentioned coldly, Lou Qi's amber eyes narrowed slightly, and his calm voice contained a hint of warning: "What do you want to say."

"Brother, do you know what that woman did to collect your soul fragments?"

Lou Qi asked, "So what if I know?"

As if he had grasped something important, Lou Ji excitedly stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve: "Since brother knows, you should also understand me and Qingwan!"

"Brother, I beg you, please help me one more time! As long as you help me find Qingwan, I can promise you anything!"

As if he heard some joke, Lou Qi slowly let go of the wrist he was holding tightly.

Every word that fell into Lou Ji's ears was full of ruthlessness.

"I've already helped you once, Lou Ji."

As a god from thousands of planes, Lou Qi helped him find Shen Qingwan without permission and forcibly interfered in Shen Qingwan's life. Even a god would be punished.

But his younger brother was unwilling to look at Shen Qingwan who didn't love him and killed him directly.

Lou Qi frowned slightly and reminded him: "You are already obsessed with Shen Qingwan."

Or maybe he shouldn't have let Lou Ji sneak out to play in the first place.

So far, all that remains is trouble.

Lou Qi turned around and left.

"elder brother!"

This urgent sound did not make Lou Qi stop.

Lou Ji shouted eagerly: "What if that Bai Nuannuan leaves you?"

He begged: "Are you anxious, brother? If you can understand, can you..."

"Lou Ji," Lou Qi turned around calmly and interrupted the ridiculous words he was going to say, "gods don't have feelings."