Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Qi Jinglin did not take Gu Jin back to the academy. He was not a fool who would rush to face the pressure from Qing Ming and others.

Carrying Gu Jin on his back and holding up one of Shao Hua's legs, Qi Jinglin prepared to find a yard to stay first.

Qi Jinglin guessed that one of the reasons why Qingming and his group kept their eyes on him was because Xiaoyao Town was trapped by a barrier and they wanted to get out.

However, facing the barrier, Qi Jinglin had no idea what to do and could only hide.

Qi Jinglin brought Gu Jin and Shao Hua with him and actually found a suitable yard. The houses around it had collapsed and it looked uninhabited and relatively quiet.

"Where is this..." Qi Jinglin had just put the person on the bed when Gu Jin slowly opened his eyes. The demonic energy in his body also stabilized, but he still looked a little weak.

"Don't talk." Qi Jinglin said softly, helping Gu Jin, who was trying to get up, to lie down, "You need to rest."

He took a step and stepped on something soft yet hard. He looked down and saw it was Shaohua's arm.

Qi Jinglin kicked his arm to stop him from taking up space, and reached out to touch Gu Jin's forehead, "Are you feeling better?"

Gu Jin looked at Qi Jinglin without feeling anything strange.

He had just opened his eyes and had not learned many twists and turns. In addition, Qi Jinglin was willing to take care of him, so his thoughts were extremely simple.

Before, Qi Jinglin asked her to be his wife. Although Gu Jin did not agree, she accepted Qi Jinglin's statement in her heart.

Granny Wang said that her husband should take care of her.

It's Qi Jinglin's duty to take care of him, treat him well, and even hug him.

Qi Jinglin looked at Gu Jin. He knew what Gu Jin was thinking and chuckled softly, "You too, you are still stupid after studying for so long."

"No one is stupid." Gu Jin pursed his lips and hummed reluctantly, "I was very good at fighting that day."

What's stupid about that?

That is to say, he was ambushed by Qingxuan.

Qingxuan lived for so many years and still attacked him. How shameless.

"Okay, okay, you're not stupid." Qi Jinglin said, rubbing Gu Jin's head and smiling, "Have a good rest, your injury is not healed yet."

Gu Jin grabbed Qi Jinglin's wrist and looked at him with burning eyes, "Don't leave, stay with me, okay."

His eyes moved, and Gu Jin rubbed his cheek against Qi Jinglin's arm. He said in a small, pleading voice, "I'm scared."

His feet went soft and Qi Jinglin stepped on Shao Hua's shoulder again. He took the medicine bottle, poured a pill out, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shaking the last pill in the medicine bottle, Qi Jinglin nodded hurriedly, "I'll take care of Shaohua and come to accompany you."

As he spoke, he took out the God-Slaying Sword and placed it next to Gu Jin, and earnestly instructed, "You should cultivate a relationship with it and try to make it your natal sword in the future."

Now that it has become the natal sword, it shouldn’t kill its owner.

However, this ancient thing is really different. The Sword of God-Slaying can actually stimulate the immortal power in his body to break through the restrictions.

Fortunately, Qingxuan ran fast, otherwise he would be the one who was killed.

Qingxuan should have escaped, and we don’t know how serious his injuries are.

He certainly would not die, but the Sword of God-Slaying was born to defeat him. Qingxuan was seriously injured, especially since his soul and consciousness were incomplete, so he could only return to Bu Suifeng.

He wanted to break away from Bu Suifeng's control, but he didn't expect to lose both the wife and the army.

Suifeng returned to Bu Suifeng's Demon King Hall in a fluttering manner. Qingxuan couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had managed to leave a wisp of his spiritual consciousness hidden in the demon world.

The demon world was filled with yellow sand, and the Demon King's palace was shrouded in darkness. Only a few weak demon fires were jumping on the walls, illuminating the surroundings.

The floor of the hall was paved with bricks and stones, flashing a cold light, and the towering dome was carved with distorted patterns, which made people shudder.

Bu Suifeng sat on the throne in the center of the hall. The huge obsidian throne almost completely surrounded him. His figure was looming in the flickering light and shadow of the demonic fire, exuding a terrifying aura.

Feeling a familiar breath, he slowly opened his eyes and followed the breath to look at the magical instruments on the table not far away.

The smoke rising from the almost silent incense burner was as light as a gauze, slowly spreading in the air, like a flowing painting.

There was a trace of demonic energy entangled in the smoke, greedily sucking on the blood that seeped through the patterns on the incense burner. As the breeze blew, the smoke swayed gently, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, as if it had life.

The illusory figure was looming in the diffuse smoke, and Qingxuan's figure slowly appeared next to the incense burner and other ritual instruments. He sat on the table, shaking his calves.

"It looks like a failure." Bu Suifeng stood up, the tassels on his robe drooped down, and the complicated robe brought an inexplicable majesty.

Qing Xuan, however, could not sense that Bu Suifeng's aura was not something he could take seriously. He glanced at Bu Suifeng and said, "You also did not tell me that the God-Slaying Sword, known as the Ancient Blade, has been recast and is still in Qi Jinglin's hands."

Bu Suifeng walked quickly forward, his wide robe fluttering in the wind like bat wings. The dark red patterns on the robe flashed with every step, burning like flames.

He stared at Qingxuan and frowned. Bu Suifeng spoke uncertainly, "You mean the Zhushen Sword that killed you!"

"What else?" Qing Xuan snorted coldly, "Is there another sword in the world that can hurt me?"

There will never be another sword that can kill gods in the world.

It is impossible to refine it.

Because the most important thing in refining the God-Slaying Sword is to sacrifice the sword with the bodies of gods and demons.

Now that these two tribes are gone, how can we find the second sword?

"How is this possible?" Bu Suifeng took a step back in disbelief, shaking his head. The gems on his body collided with each other, making crisp sounds that were creepy in the silent hall.

"I've been looking for it for years and couldn't find it. He clearly said that he didn't know and didn't see it." Bu Suifeng murmured in a low voice, his palms tightening his robes little by little, his wrists trembling from the force, "He actually lied to me."

He suddenly loosened his grip, causing several wrinkles on his gorgeous robe. Bu Suifeng suddenly laughed out loud and shook his head gently as if to convince himself, "Then I don't have to worry about him. Since my junior brother is so unkind and unjust, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"What do you want to do?" Qingxuan frowned.

He really didn't want to associate with this madman, but this madman was useful to him.

"Kill Gu Jin." Bu Suifeng said gritting his teeth.

Qing Xuan frowned and jumped down from the table, "You are crazy. If you kill Gu Jin, will Su Yue let you go?"

Don't let these two guys fight with each other and make him have a mouth full of hair.

Bu Suifeng turned around and faced away from Qingxuan, which made it impossible for Qingxuan to see his expression. However, he could tell from his back and hair that he was mad.

Bu Suifeng was indeed crazy.

His eyes revealed a kind of crazy obsession, his pupils flashed with strange light, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a chilling smile.

He raised his hand and murmured, his muscles tense and veins bulging on his forehead, all depicting his excitement, "Su Yue... Hahahaha, Su Yue, he's a fool. I kept him just to create a demon god for me."

Bu Suifeng turned around and tilted his head to look at Qingxuan with bloodshot eyes and gnashing teeth. "Now that I have the Demon God, I can finally revive him."

Everyone has their own agenda.

Qingxuan really saw what it meant to have ulterior motives.

He ignored Bu Suifeng and yawned with his chin in his hand.

"Do Qi Jinglin and the others think I'm such a lunatic?" Qing Xuan curled his lips and sighed, "It's very difficult for them to endure it."

It was indeed very difficult for Qi Jinglin to endure because Shao Hua seemed to be "crazy".

"Stop it, Shaohua, you're going too far. If you have the guts to take off my clothes, don't take off Gu Jin's clothes." Qi Jinglin caught up with Shaohua and grabbed his evil hand that was reaching towards Gu Jin.

Gu Jin dodged repeatedly, and the things in his hands fell to the ground because he couldn't hold them firmly.

Shao Hua's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands vigorously, "Great, great, do it again."

Gu Jin looked at Qi Jinglin tentatively and asked with a wry smile, "This is..."

"Alas..." Qi Jinglin sighed and shook his head weakly, "It should be that the soul was damaged. It should be fine after it recovers."