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

Chapter 328: Raising Gods 8

Wu Shu and Ning Wusi, who had been fighting endlessly, stopped for a moment at the same time. When they saw Zhao Yihan's miserable condition, their scarlet eyes were only slightly surprised, and then they looked at Gu Zhuo with hostility.

He seemed to be terribly frightened, his face was pale, his pupils shrank and trembled strangely, he hugged Qing Wan tightly in his arms, and nervously comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Wan Wan, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

It was hard to tell whether the fearful murmur was meant to comfort the person in his arms or to calm his own collapse.

Qing Wan withdrew her gaze from Zhao Yihan's body, and when she looked up again, two wisps of pink mist were wrapped around her little finger.

It belongs to Wu Shu and Ning Wusi.

She shrugged her nose and pinched off the two wisps of mist without much interest.

The prey, who was already very jealous, was now rejected and was almost going crazy with anxiety.

Wu Shu could still restrain himself, but Ning Wusi, who had always been reckless and had no idea what forbearance was, was already ready to strike.

His eyes pierced through Gu Zhuo's hand that was wrapped around Qing Wan's waist. His voice was tense as he spoke word by word, "Gu Zhuo, slaughtered his fellow disciples with cruel methods. He has already fallen into the devil's trap."

Ning Wusi's eyes were bloodshot, and his sword turned slightly. The murderous aura and hostility surged, making his robe rustle.

He hung in the air under the moon and made the judgment in a hoarse voice.

"Ning Wusi, the second disciple of Qishan Sword Sect, will clear the evil obstacles for the sect and restore the integrity of his fellow disciples!"

As the dull ending tone suddenly fell to the ground, the sword energy carrying overwhelming pressure went straight towards Gu Zhuo.

The latter lifted his eyes from Qingwan's neck, and before his breath had calmed down, he raised his sword and easily blocked the attack.

The roaring spiritual power swept around the attic, instantly shattering countless railings and rubble. When the disciples stationed outside the hall saw this scene, they were shocked and puzzled, and hurried to report to Tian Heng.

During this period of time, the two people in the attic had already fought back and forth for more than ten times.

The spread of bloody smell made both of them blood-thirsty, especially Gu Zhuo. His dark pupils were deep and dead, and he glanced coldly at Ning Wusi who was retreating step by step.

They tried to snatch Qingwan.

This realization pierced Gu Zhuo's nerves like a needle. He thought calmly that he must kill everyone who had seen her.

A trace of black air lingered above Gu Zhuo's sword.

This is a sign of falling into the devil. Only when desires are extremely strong, evil, and irreversible will the spiritual power become so polluted.

Ning Wusi, whose long eyelashes were stuck with blood, suddenly noticed the dark color when he opened his eyelids in the ruins. Before he could say anything, Gu Zhuo, who fell from the sky, stabbed his heart with a sword.

At the same time, Wu Shu, who got the chance to get close to Qing Wan, looked fanatical and excited to the point of looking a little ferocious.

He tried every possible means to break Gu Zhuo's barrier, but ended up suffering backlash from the formation. His internal organs were shattered, and he fell straight to the ground with a large amount of blood gushing out of his mouth.

But he seemed not to feel any pain, his eyes were fixed on Qing Wan, as fanatical as the most devout believer.

He seemed to want to say something, but there was a blood clot stuck in his throat, and when he opened his mouth hard, he could only let out a few chaotic and fragmented gasps.

Qing Wan was standing right in front of him, watching the scene calmly with her eyes lowered.

She didn't think there was anything wrong, but her nostrils twitched slightly again, and she smelled a hint of cool sea salt in the pungent smell of blood.

It would take her a very long time to realize that the emotion she smelled today was what humans called sadness.

Qing Wan didn't like it very much, so she took a step back.

Wu Shu’s face was pale, his blood-stained hands trembled as he tried to crawl forward, and his broken breaths were filled with despair and fear.

However, the next second, his outstretched wrist was instantly cut off by the long sword mixed with blood and murderous aura.

The painful groan was creepy, but the expression of Gu Zhuo, who did it, was so calm that it was almost weird.

He lowered his eyelids and glared at his former fellow disciples as if he were looking at some ants that overestimated their own capabilities, with hostility and hatred.

Mo Jingchun, who was watching this scene secretly, chuckled with an ambiguous tone, "Qiu Yueming, Qiu Yueming, do you know what kind of monster you have released..."

The light whispers were blown away by the wind.

Qing Wan tilted her head slightly as if she sensed something. In the frosty moonlight, the hustle and bustle and voices in the distance seemed lively yet distant.

She was still standing on the terrace of the high-rise building, surrounded by blood and ruins, her dress and long hair rustling in the wind, her face calm, like a merciful god.

An unknown love from afar floated over, slowly and shallowly, swaying, and finally reluctantly entangled around the ends of her hair.

Qingwan recognized the smell.

She smelled it in Qiu Yueming's yard when she came out of the bath that day.

That person seemed to be Qiu Yueming's friend.

Does he know why Qiu Yueming is unwilling to support her?

Gu Zhuo said that only those with connections can be supported as a matter of course. He also said that there can only be one husband and one wife.

Then can she find a husband and another wife and have two portions of food?

Qing Wan was somewhat dazed as she thought about these meaningless things. Even though she was held in Gu Zhuo's arms and they were running away amid Tian Heng's surprise and scolding, she was still out of control.

She thought that she still felt that Qiuyueming was delicious, and the little wisp that just floated over also smelled fragrant.

As his thoughts gradually drifted away, a sharp sword energy attacked Gu Zhuo from behind with devastating force. Even though he gritted his teeth and tried his best to avoid it, he was still inevitably affected.

There were several deep wounds on his back that were visible to the bone, his clothes were soaked with blood, and his face was pale as a ghost, but even so, he still didn't let Qing Wan go.

Tian Heng, who caught up from behind, was furious, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

His disciple is so talented that he may even surpass his master soon. He is still so young and has plenty of time to reach a level that he cannot reach.

When he thought of this, Tian Heng couldn't sleep all night.

That kind of immoral, dark jealousy corroded his heart and lungs like poison. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

The predecessors called this the inner demon.

And now, the favored son of heaven had fallen into evil so unexpectedly for a woman. The knife was handed to Tian Heng, and he thought that this was probably God's will.

The heavens are helping him to overcome his inner demons, so why should he hesitate?

Tian Heng pressed his lips together, pretending to be heartbroken and repeatedly scolded: "Evil disciple!"

With this, his killing move became more ferocious and he directly forced Gu Zhuo to death.

A drop of warm liquid suddenly fell on the back of Qingwan's hand. She gathered her wandering thoughts, opened her eyes, and saw the drop of blood on the back of her hand.

It belongs to Gu Zhuo.

Blood was oozing out of his nose and the corners of his mouth. When Qing Wan raised her eyes to look over, she saw a lot more blood dripping out, staining a large area of ​​her dress.