Rebirth: The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Strikes Back to Become a God

With the blessing of the power of merit, Long Miaomiao was pleasantly surprised to find that the immortal power that had been drained away was recovering at an astonishing speed, and was even on the rise.

What made her even more excited was that she vaguely felt a chance to break through to the Immortal Emperor realm.

However, this opportunity made her feel a little improper.

After careful consideration, Long Miaomiao finally decided to give up this method and planned to ask Han Qing for the proper way to break through later.

After all, she still prefers to find other breakthrough opportunities through experience. Perhaps on the verge of life and death, she can gain more insights.

Of course, these are just Long Miaomiao’s inner thoughts.

When the system detected her thoughts, it immediately expressed its objection: "Host, since there is such a good opportunity for dual cultivation now, why do you still want to work hard to gain experience? You should know that experience does not necessarily bring definite opportunities!"

Seeing that the five great artifacts have all been gathered, the system's long-awaited return home is just around the corner, but it is stuck at the host's cultivation level, so the heart is filled with a sense of urgency.

However, Long Miaomiao didn't know the inside story. When she thought about this dual cultivation, her cheeks suddenly flushed.

She refuted shyly: "System, this dual cultivation is different from the spiritual dual cultivation that Han Qing and I had before. It requires real physical contact. I am not mentally prepared for this."

The system was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly: "Well, since the host has made a decision, I can only support you. However, I hope you don't regret missing this rare opportunity."

"I don't regret it. I'd better wait until Han Qing holds a grand dual cultivation ceremony for me before fighting with that demon." After making up her mind, Long Miaomiao's words were filled with a hint of relief and a hint of longing.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes.

For some unknown reason, the backlash force in Han Qing's body suddenly began to wreak havoc everywhere, and at the same time his strength also became somewhat turbulent.

When Long Miaomiao was about to go find Han Qing, the system had already shouted in her sea of ​​consciousness: "Host, it's not good, it's not good."

Long Miaomiao was so upset that she interrupted the system and said calmly, "I'm fine, your host. You should just tell me what's going on."

Suddenly sensing the aura of destruction, the system shuddered uncontrollably and quickly said to Long Miaomiao: "Host, something happened to your Taoist partner, go and check it out."

"What?" Long Miaomiao was shocked. Without even asking, she ran to Han Qing's dormitory next door.

At this time, she had long forgotten that Han Qing was the god of this world. Even if something really happened, what could she, a little cultivator who had not yet broken through to the Immortal Emperor level, do? But worry and anxiety filled her heart, making her unable to think rationally.

next door.

Han Qing exuded an oppressive chill all over his body, and that icy breath seemed to be able to freeze everything around him into ice sculptures.

His eyes flashed with sharp light, like two burning flames, containing monstrous rage that seemed ready to erupt at any time and burn everything in front of him to ashes.

"Impossible! Meow Meow is my bottom line, I will never allow you to do this!" Han Qing's voice was as cold as ice, with unshakable firmness and determination, resounding through the sky in the Heavenly Dao space.

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing the sky and shocking people's hearts.

"Your Majesty, this is the only way at the moment. By sacrificing one person, the entire world can be saved." Another voice sounded.

The Taoist who was transformed by the Heavenly Dao frowned slightly and looked at Han Qing with confusion, as if he didn't understand why Han Qing would so resolutely reject his suggestion.

He believed that this was clearly the most appropriate method, which could achieve the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.

"This world is not my Meow Meow's responsibility, and she has no obligation to sacrifice herself. Stop dreaming!"

In the void, Han Qing stared closely at the Taoist transformed by the Heavenly Dao, and the cold light in his eyes became more and more intense, almost bursting out. He knew the other party's intentions very well, but he would never allow the other party to hurt Miaomiao in the slightest.

However, the Taoist who was transformed by the Heavenly Dao did not listen to Han Qing's words at all. He only wanted to solve the problems of the Immortal Spirit Realm as soon as possible, fill in the loopholes, and prevent the invasion of foreign enemies.

He felt that this was a matter of great importance to the safety of the entire world, and any personal emotions should be placed in a secondary position, even that of the God of Creation.

But now, the God who created the world is trying to stop himself, which makes the Heavenly Dao, who has no human emotions at all, very confused.

He continued to persuade her without giving up, "Your Majesty, you clearly would not indulge in love affairs before, and if you are lonely, you can have any Taoist partner you want, so why bother hanging on to an outsider?"

Han Qing was not prepared to say anything more to Tian Dao's stubbornness, and directly said coldly: "I will only say this once. If you dare to touch my meow in private, I can create this world, and I can also directly destroy this world."

Tiandao heard the threat in Han Qing's words, but he still didn't give up his idea. He still needed to think about how to proceed.

The most important thing right now is not to let Han Qing destroy the fairy world by himself, because if he does that, he will really cease to exist.

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Long Miaomiao stood anxiously at the door of Han Qing's bedroom. She felt a strong and terrifying aura coming from the bedroom.

She was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, worried whether Han Qing had suffered some terrible attack.

Without hesitation, she pushed the door open and rushed into the room.

The moment Long Miaomiao pushed open the door, she was so shocked that her eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and she was speechless.

She had never seen Han Qing so fragile.

Han Qing was lying on the bed at this moment, his body rolling over and over, his brows furrowed, and his face covered with sweat.

His eyes were full of pain, as if he was enduring great torture.

What was even more surprising was that there was a destructive aura emanating from around him, which seemed to tear the entire space apart.

Long Miaomiao's heart sank suddenly. When her eyes met Han Qing's, she found that Han Qing was trying hard to force a smile, but it looked so bitter and helpless.

"Meow meow, you're here... Alas, you still saw me." Han Qing's voice was weak and hoarse, revealing endless fatigue and pain.

Long Miaomiao's eyes suddenly became moist and tears almost rolled down.

She was heartbroken and wished she could relieve Han Qing's pain immediately.

She hurried to the bed, squatted down, stretched out her trembling hands, and gently wiped the sweat from Han Qing's forehead.

She asked softly with a crying tone:

"Han Qing, what's wrong with you? Is it useful for me to help you transfer your immortal power? What do you need me to do? What is that gray power in your body? What can destroy it?"

At this time, Long Miaomiao was a little incoherent, because she had become somewhat dependent on Han Qing. In her heart, Han Qing had always been very powerful and omnipotent.

"Meow meow, don't worry. But you asked so many questions at once, what should I answer you first?" Han Qing wanted to raise his hand to touch Long Miaomiao's head with heartache, and at the same time he also wanted to ease Long Miaomiao's tension, so he said jokingly.

"Let me tell you how to cure you first, or how to help you relieve the pain." After a moment of panic, Long Miaomiao had regained her senses and asked quickly.

Speaking of this, Han Qing kept silent again.