Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Cheng Yan pursed his lips tightly as he watched these things pass by, unable to believe that he was a straighter man than he was in his first world.

He was convinced that the Cheng Yan whom He Qu met last time had no memory at all.

At this time, a warm hand slipped into the palm of his hand. He looked back, and He Qu's eyes were red, with faint tears.

"Just see this." He didn't want to relive the subsequent memories.

"Okay." Cheng Yan returned to hold his hand.

Deep down in his heart, he asked 009 to copy those memories and stuff them all into his brain.

In just one second, he received all subsequent memories.

Cheng Yan was shocked all over and was stunned for a long time before his strength gradually returned to his body.

He pulled He Qu into his arms and tightened his strength, as if he wanted to rub him into his bones.

That day, in the underworld where there had never been a sun, sunlight shone through the earth, covering every corner and obliterating the darkness.

At that time, He Qu had not seen Cheng Yan for more than a month, but he noticed that the Sansheng silk was so hot that it almost burned him, so he returned to the Ghost King's Mansion overnight.

Xu Zeyang used all existing props to exchange a formation into the system.

This formation is called the Sky Exposure Formation, which is specially designed to defeat ghosts. The temperature of the Yang Qi caused by the formation is infinitely close to that of the sun, burning and annihilating everything in the formation.

Yang Qi, the nemesis of all evil spirits and ghosts.

Xu Zeyang and King Yama joined forces to make the Ghost King die without a burial place.

Outside the Ghost King's Mansion.

He Qu held a mahogany sword and pointed it at the ghost wearing a green-faced fang mask in front of him.

"Step aside."

The green-faced fang tilted his head slightly and said jokingly, "There is a dead end ahead."

He Qu breathed a sigh of relief, filled his mahogany sword with Qi, and quickly attacked.

The green-faced fang turned sideways and looked back, secretly surprised that the opponent's sword move actually gave him the illusion of seeing the Ghost King.

He Qu's steps were strange and unpredictable, and the opponent quickly noticed that he was about to set up a formation, and quickly used the Nether Fire.

The flames swept through He Qu, but the latter did not dodge and took the extremely cold Netherworld Fire with both hands.

He Qu stamped his foot, stepping on the door of death. In an instant, the green-faced fangs were wrapped in flames and entangled tightly.

Nether Fire is Yin Fire, so the fire of this formation is Yang Fire. Green-faced Fangs used Nether Fire, but it was absorbed and consumed by Yang Fire, and it was impossible to escape for a while.

He Qu jumped out of the formation and entered the Ghost King's Mansion.

Stepping into the Ghost King's Mansion, the scorching heat hit my face, and the Sansheng silk on my wrist became even hotter, almost roasting the skin.

With the help of Sanshengsi's induction, He Qu quickly found Cheng Yan's location.

Cheng Yan can still maintain his condition for a while, and the top priority is to find Xu Zeyang first.

Xu Zeyang used himself as the center of the formation, and by setting up this formation, he would only injure the enemy by one thousand and himself and lose eight hundred. He was very confident that he could kill the Ghost King.

The moment He Qu stepped into the sky-exposure array, Xu Zeyang noticed it and couldn't help but curse, saying that King Yama was tricking him again.

Before Xu Zeyang could move his position, the door of the death cell was kicked open.

Immediately he was knocked to the ground by a sharp blade!

Xu Zeyang raised his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the person in front of him was walking heavily, his skin was burning red, and the murderous aura in his eyes was almost solidified.

Xu Zeyang quickly got up, patted the dust on his body, and stared at He Qu with sinister eyes.

The words mocked Laman, "I didn't expect you to actually come. Why, you can't bear to leave your lover?"

He Qu arrived in front of him in a flash and started fighting without saying any nonsense.

Holding a sharp blade in his hand, the sword moves were like streams of light, the blade flashed, and the runes engraved in the seal overflowed with cold murderous intent, besieging Xu Zeyang heavily.

Some time ago, he pondered for a long time about the sword moves he and Cheng Yan were sparring with, so much so that now they all bear a bit of the opponent's shadow.

Xu Zeyang couldn't resist, so he had to introduce the flames into the death row.

"You dare to die in my formation." Xu Zeyang knelt on one knee to support himself. Even though he had multiple sword wounds on his body, he still spoke unforgivingly.

He raised his eyelids and raised a hint of disdain on his blood-stained lips, "Your blood is about to dry up."

He Qu was terribly red, and the hand holding the peach wood sword kept shaking.

The flames were isolated from his body by Qi, but the high temperature penetrated everywhere. The picture in front of him began to distort, and he almost couldn't stand still.

There is insufficient oxygen, and the heart cannot get blood supply. Even if it is not burned to death, it is almost dried out.

He Qu held on and used his last bit of strength to put his sword on Xu Zeyang's neck.

"Kill me?" Xu Zeyang sneered, "You should know that you can't kill me."

"laugh--"

The flaming peach wood sword scratched the fresh skin, blood burst out, and was quickly dried by the high temperature.

Xu Zeyang's smile froze and his eyes lost focus.

"Bam—"

The two figures fell to the ground together. He Qu struggled to open his eyes, and his eyes were filled with fire. Xu Zeyang spontaneously combusted.

The flames burned along the peach wood sword to his hand, but he could no longer feel the pain.

He Qu weakly bent his five fingers. The formation's holes were broken, but the power of the formation was getting stronger.

He didn't break the formation, but accidentally hit it, allowing Xu Zeyang to sacrifice the formation.

King Yama who was outside the formation was probably laughing so hard that his face would break.

When his consciousness disappeared, a chill suddenly swept through his body, reorganizing He Qu's consciousness that was on the verge of fragmentation and bringing it back to his brain.

He Qu struggled to raise his eyelids, and the fire in the sky stung his eyes. He immediately covered his eyes with a hand.

Suddenly there was liquid dripping on the face, and the high temperature that was about to turn the person into a mummy disappeared instantly.

The man was in a very embarrassed state, with soot all over his face. His usually calm eyes were replaced by anxious worry, which spread like a web across his body.

He Qu raised his hand and wiped away the tears hanging from the eyes of the person in front of him.

Suddenly I wanted to laugh.

But the corners of her lips twitched, and her smile was uglier than crying.

Cheng Yan held his hand, lifted him up, and took him into his arms. He moved gently, as if with a little weight, the people under him would disperse.

Smelling the familiar scent of grass and trees, He Qu moved his head and buried it into the crook of the other person's neck.

I always feel that these pictures are familiar, but I can't remember why they are familiar.

"Do you regret it?" Cheng Yan held his back with his big hands, trembling faintly, and his voice was low, as if he was trying to hide his emotional instability.

He Qu tightened his grip on Cheng Yan's back. How long had it been since he had said this before?

She broke away from his arms slightly, held his face and kissed him.

He Qu was not a good kisser, and he only used his reluctance before death to plunder every inch of his mouth.

Cheng Yan was startled, then responded immediately.

Lips and tongues intertwined, all the cells in the body were awakened, and the love that had been suppressed in the heart suddenly broke through the restraints, reaching all the limbs and bones, dancing with the heart.

Cheng Yan never imagined that his bride, whose origin was unknown, would risk everything and break into this road to death.

Even if they had swords against each other and he did such unforgivable things to him, he could still step into the land of death for him.

He Qu was out of breath, with a blush from lack of oxygen on his face. "It was too rushed this time. I will find you first next time."

Cheng Yan blinked, with undisguised distress in his eyes, and he chuckled, "Okay."

The two hugged each other for a while, Cheng Yan rubbed He Qu's hair with his fingertips, his eyes full of regret.

He Qu was waiting for death when he suddenly heard:

"It's time for you to go back."

He Qu's pupils dilated, and a huge panic surged in his heart. Before he could react, the light and shadow in front of him quickly retreated.

In just an instant, my eyes were replaced by a steady stream of people.

He Qu froze on the spot, with the crowd around him bustling. It wasn't until a whistle blew that he regained consciousness.

He Qu raised his hand stiffly. The Sansheng silk in his hand was so weak that it was almost invisible.