Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Looking at Shao Hua lying on the ground chewing grass, Gu Jin grabbed his hair and pulled him over, "You can't eat it, you can't eat that."

Can Shaohua endure it?

Definitely intolerable.

He grabbed Gu Jin's legs and brought him to the ground.

Qi Jinglin was holding Gu Jin with his hand, but Shao Hua bumped into him and he staggered and fell on Gu Jin.

The warm sunlight fell on the two people. The moment their eyes intertwined, it seemed as if time stood still. Qi Jinglin's eyes were tender, rippling like spring water.

The panic in Gu Jin's eyes had not yet faded. She grabbed Qi Jinglin's collar with both hands, and her whole body was thrust into his deep pupils. She could only see her own reflection.

In this brief eye contact, they seemed to have blurred everything around them, and only each other was left in their hearts and eyes. Only the heartbeat sounded in their ears, but they couldn't tell whose heart was beating.

Qi Jinglin climbed up swiftly, looked at Gu Jin awkwardly, and reached out to pull him up.

Perhaps Qi Jinglin's palm was too hot, and the hot temperature rested on his cheek. Gu Jin only felt his face burning without any coolness.

Qi Jinglin cleared his throat and touched the tip of his nose, his voice trembling slightly, "I... I'll take Shaohua to rest first. His... his soul is injured. I'll heal him. Yes, he needs to be healed."

Gu Jin nodded vigorously, not daring to look at Qi Jinglin, "Take him to rest first, I'll take a rest for a while too. I shouldn't have gotten up just now, and I'm still a little dizzy now."

His heartbeat made him feel his breathing was unstable, his head felt empty, and he felt suffocated and dizzy.

It can be considered as... dizzy.

Qi Jinglin nodded hurriedly, grabbed Shao Hua's collar and lifted him up, smiled at Gu Jin, and half-dragged him to another room.

He threw Shaohua onto the bed. Shaohua's body collapsed limply on the soft bed. There was a hint of confusion in his eyes, which were clear and a little bit stupid. He had no idea what he had done.

Tilting his head to look at Shao Hua, Qi Jinglin's temples were throbbing.

It’s really a headache. How can he hand the person over to Shaohua’s master?

The man came out fine, but turned into a big fool when he went back.

Shaohua is also a leader among the younger generation.

The bedding on the bed was slightly dented because of Shaohua's fall, and Shaohua, lying on the bed, fell into an inexplicable silence again.

The child is quiet, he must be doing something naughty.

Qi Jinglin wanted to see what Shao Hua was up to, so he raised his eyes and met Shao Hua's face that was approaching. His breathing was steady and his eyes were clear.

Qi Jinglin's eyes suddenly widened, an expression of astonishment appeared on his face, and his heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

Subconsciously wanting to step back, Shao Hua's warm and cool fingers pressed on the back of Qi Jinglin's neck, and a sly smile appeared in his deep and cold pupils.

Shao Hua couldn't help laughing when she saw Qi Jinglin's reaction. Her laughter should have been crisp, but it was squeezed out from her hoarse throat. She gently patted Qi Jinglin's shoulder and said with a smile, "Did I scare you?"

Qi Jinglin calmed down and shook his head. His thoughts were racing quickly and he managed a smile with difficulty.

What a fate this is for Shaohua, it’s been taken away again.

Who is it this time?

Qingxuan?

Qi Jinglin looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Shaohua in front of him, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Doubts almost overwhelmed his thoughts.

Why could Qingxuan easily take over Shaohua's body again? Was it because of the residual soul power?

But the person trapped in Shao Hua's body was Gu Jin.

Yes, how is Gu Jin?

Qi Jinglin's eyes revealed pain and anger as his thoughts progressed, and the rage in his heart was burning.

The repeated provocations made him want to grab Qingxuan and strangle him to death.

Dashachun, what are you doing!

Unfortunately, the one whose throat is being strangled is Qi Jinglin.

The room was quiet. Shaohua was controlled by Qingxuan, and Gu Jin had no idea what was happening in the room.

After much calculation, Qi Jinglin found that no one could save him.

The two looked at each other and the atmosphere became tense, or perhaps it was the nerves in Qi Jinglin's brain that were tightly stretched and he dared not relax.

Qingxuan's fingers tightly pinched Qi Jinglin's throat, and he continued to exert force with a smile. Qi Jinglin's face gradually turned pale due to lack of oxygen, but his eyes were still firm, without any retreat. He mobilized his spiritual power to fight against Qingxuan's power, trying to break free from the other party's restraints.

Qingxuan smiled, his eyes were indeed cold, looking down at Qi Jinglin without any emotion.

It was the look that a supreme god gives to ants, without disdain or ridicule, he simply did not take people seriously.

The spiritual power of the two people surged between them, forming an invisible aura. The air around them seemed to be distorted by this powerful spiritual power, as if a thrilling wave could burst out at any time.

Qi Jinglin gritted his teeth and held on. He didn't want to release the restrictions in his body. The restrictions had been settled with great difficulty. If they were released again, he would have to take the last pill.

"Your cultivation level fluctuates." Qingxuan came closer, tilted his head and considered carefully, blinked his eyes and smiled charmingly, "I guess it's because you don't dare to remove the restrictions, you are smart enough to delay the growth of your cultivation level, you think about it for a longer time."

"Don't you want to live...live...live longer?" Qi Jinglin twisted Qingxuan's fingers with his fingers, and his voice was intermittent. "If you don't want to live, how can you live like a ghost? It must be very uncomfortable to have an incomplete soul."

"court death!"

Qingxuan swung Qi Jinglin violently and he fell heavily to the ground. His forehead hit the hard ground and a bloody wound appeared instantly. Blood flowed out, staining his cheeks red. He lowered his head and coughed hard, and the red mark on his neck revealed a hideous color.

Qi Jinglin's lips were pale and bloodless, and his originally bright eyes became dull and lifeless. He tried to support himself with his hands, but his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and he fell down weakly again.

Damn it! Qingxuan actually absorbed his spiritual power.

No wonder he wanted to free himself from the restrictions.

The power of immortals would be of great use to his broken soul.

Every breath brought severe pain, as if all the bones in his body had been broken, but Qi Jinglin clenched his teeth, looked up at Qingxuan, and wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, "Are you angry because of shame? Let me guess, you can't live on your own. The heaven will not give you such power. Whose lackey are you now? Su Yue or Bu Suifeng."

Thinking about the tragic situation in Xiaoyao Town, Qi Jinglin's thoughts became a string. He originally thought that Su Yue was the smartest, but he didn't expect that the biggest mastermind behind the scenes was Bu Suifeng.

He guided Su Yue to refine the demon god, used the sect's spiritual veins to awaken the demon pill's consciousness, and played with the immortal sect and the ancient gods at his fingertips. He was really smart.

Lying on the floor, Qi Jinglin looked up at the eaves. The spiritual power he was using made him feel particularly tired. Seeing Qingxuan approaching him, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Have you heard of this saying?" Qing Xuan half-knelt beside Qi Jinglin, "Too smart is easy to die young."

With his fingertips lightly touching Qi Jinglin's brow, Qingxuan smiled softly and moved closer to Qi Jinglin, "I'll make sure you have someone to accompany you on your journey to the underworld."

A wisp of spiritual power flowed from the fingertips into Qi Jinglin's brow, and slowly spread throughout his body. The impact of the spiritual power caused Qi Jinglin to fall into a deep sleep.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly closed her eyes.

Late at night, everything is silent, the moonlight sprinkles on the earth like water, the fog is hazy, and the dreamy night is like the moonlight sprinkled in a dream.

Qi Jinglin walked towards Gu Jin's bedside with light steps, as if afraid of waking him up. His eyes were dull and his movements were slightly stiff. When he came to the bedside, he stared at Gu Jin's sleeping face quietly, his eyes falling on the Sword of God-Slaying beside him.

He took a deep breath, gently stretched out his hand, and carefully picked up the Sword of God-Slaying. The cold light of the Sword of God-Slaying flickered in the moonlight, reflecting Qi Jinglin's nervous face.

His fingers tightly grasped the sword, and he lowered his eyes to meet Gu Jin's calm eyes. He didn't know when Gu Jin had woken up.

Qi Jinglin shook his wrist but still tightly grasped the sword. He wanted to withdraw his hand but Gu Jin held his wrist tightly.

"Who are you?" Gu Jin's eyes were dark, with a hint of murderous intent, "Qing Xuan!"