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

Chapter 319 The Queen of the Slums 31

Qing Wan had previously quietly explored the town and finally found the weakest point.

After recuperating in several worlds, her spirit body has recovered and her spiritual power is no longer as weak as before. If she strikes with all her might, there is still a chance that she can escape.

Although Qing Wan can accept Chu Jiuxiao's captivity, the prerequisite is that she has to sort out her own affairs.

For example, her master, and those old guys in the Void Realm who wanted to dig out her spirit by any means necessary.

So after choosing a good place, she took the opportunity to escape. Chu Mucheng, whom she met on the way, insisted on sticking to her no matter what. Qing Wan had no choice but to bring him here on the pretext of taking a walk.

While the children were picking flowers everywhere, she was quietly drawing the array talisman, but when she was just one step away from completion, she suddenly became sensitive to the fluctuation of external spiritual power.

Strong and furious, with the irrational confusion of a trapped beast.

Qing Wan hesitated instinctively, and it was this moment of hesitation that made Chu Jiuxiao chase after him, and then Qiu Yueming descended from the sky.

The elder who had died in front of her in the past now stood in front of her again, as ethereal as he had been back then.

His eyes were fixed on Qing Wan tenderly, but the smile on his lips was tinged with a strange madness.

"Xiaobao, Master is here to take you home."

Qiu Yueming sighed and murmured softly, but just as he took a step towards Qing Wan, he was suddenly pierced through the shoulder by Chu Jiuxiao who had regrouped and swept over.

The blood splattered, causing Qing Wan's pupils to shrink suddenly. The nightmare of the Demon Slaughter Day was like an invisible big hand shackled her throat.

She held her breath and without thinking, she instinctively pulled out Fen Ji and cut off the tentacle that pierced Chu Jiuxiao's shoulder.

Chu Mucheng had long since left his mother's arms. He stood in front of Qing Wan like a small ball of anger, staring at the sudden intruder in front of him.

Seeing Qing Wan suddenly protecting this stranger, Chu Mucheng's expression was blank for a second, and then he suddenly saw that the strange uncle standing behind his mother pulled the corner of his mouth strangely, and while the person in front of him had his back to him, he deliberately pulled the wound even worse.

When Qing Wan turned his head, he gasped again with a pale face, his eyes filled with tenderness and affection, and he looked at the little disciple in front of him with lovingly and longing.

"I'm fine." He raised the corner of his lips with difficulty. The blood from the wound had dyed half of his clothes red. He didn't look like he was fine at all.

Chu Mucheng knew this trick of self-torture. His father always pretended to do this to coax his mother!

The child was so anxious that he rushed between the two of them and pushed Qiu Yueming angrily.

"Mom, this bad guy is pretending! I saw him smiling!!"

Qiu Yueming raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes fell on Chu Muqing, as if he was seeing him for the first time, and asked with a little surprise: "Wanwan... this, is your child?"

"Yes, but it's not mine."

Facing Qiu Yueming's puzzled gaze, Qing Wan didn't even have time to explain, and was embraced by Chu Jiuxiao who suddenly appeared behind her.

"…Baby is always so partial."

The low and hoarse murmurs carried a hint of obvious grievance, but the movements of his hands were extremely ferocious. When he pulled Qing into his arms, countless tentacles shot out from the ground and strangled Qiu Yueming with the force of thunder.

Qing Wan frowned more and more, turned around and said coldly: "Stop, that's my master."

"I know."

Chu Jiuxiao held Qing Wan and retreated directly to a distance of a hundred meters, his hoarse voice sounding somewhat helpless.

"What a silly baby." The sweet and coquettish voice was ambiguous and sticky, but the next second, his tone suddenly took on a hint of playful danger.

"He followed you twice, how come you haven't found any clues yet?"

The familiar tone made Qing Wan's eyes pause, "Hongyu?"

When did He come?

As if seeing her confusion, Hongyu kissed the tip of her ear lovingly and chuckled, "Silly baby."

"Chu Jiuxiao is originally one of my souls. He is me and I am He. Moreover, after so many worlds, the fragments of my soul that were scattered everywhere have been reunited because of you."

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiu Yueming, who was temporarily trapped, with a sneer in his eyes. The coldness in his eyes was bottomless. He clung to Qing Wan tightly and said with a smile: "Now we only need two soul fragments. After we collect them, we will return to Kunlun Temple."

“As for Qiu Yueming…” He paused for a moment, the corners of his lips widened, and he excitedly suggested: “How about I kill him for you?”

Qing Wan frowned upon hearing that, and with a twist of his wrist, in the blink of an eye Fen Ji was on Hong Yu's neck.

"Don't touch him!"

Almost at the same time as her voice fell to the ground, the ground in the distance suddenly collapsed.

All the tentacles that swarmed up were strangled to death. Qiu Yueming, who stood on the ruins, frowned slightly, his eyes were cold, and his lips were slightly curved. He said gently: "Wanwan, come here to Master."

Before Qing Wan turned around, Hong Yu suddenly grabbed his waist. The sharp blade drew a bloody line on his neck. If Qing Wan had not quickly retracted Fen Ji, his entire head would have been chopped off.

A fearless madman.

"Don't you want to know why your master was resurrected?"

Hong Yu's hoarse voice pressed against her ear, with a smile on his face, "Wen Shixu before, Shen Tingsi now, oh, he went through a lot of trouble."

The cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, and can easily hear things thousands of miles away, and whispers dozens of meters away are naturally no problem.

But Qiu Yueming seemed not to understand what Hongyu meant. There was some confusion on his face. He looked at Qing Wan as if he was looking at a disobedient child, and said sternly: "Wan Wan, come here, don't make Master angry."

He frowned slightly, looked at Hongyu warily and displeasedly, and said to Qingwan: "I will explain to you later. As for those people he mentioned, I don't know them."

As soon as these words were spoken, Hongyu laughed as if he had heard a joke, and his shoulders trembled slightly. He lazily leaned half of his body on Qingwan, his long, upward eyes were cruel and cold, with a chill that penetrated his bones.

Qiu Yueming's breathing became tense, and he held Lianshuang's hand so tightly that veins popped out. The disguise on his face almost collapsed, revealing the hideous jealousy within.

Hongyu knew everything. If he told it all, even if Qingwan didn't believe it, it would plant the seeds of doubt in her heart.

No!

Absolutely not! !

Qiu Yueming's breath smelled of blood, and suddenly, he attacked with a sword in hand.

Before Qingwan's memory was erased, he couldn't give Hongyu the chance to tell the truth.