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

But in the blink of an eye, Hongyu disappeared from his sight. Qingwan's eyes fell lazily back, as if thinking about something.

The trouble must be quite big if Hongyu has to go out and solve it personally.

Her thoughts moved slightly, and after she tidied herself up, she released Chu Mucheng from the secret realm.

Because the infancy of the heir of God is extremely long, after 1,300 years, this little guy only looks like he is one or two years old.

Moreover, He was asleep most of the time, and every time He woke up, He would stick to Qing Wan, so Hongyu secretly disliked Him and always looked for opportunities to throw Him into the small secret realm he had built before.

This time when he woke up and got close to Qing Wan again, and they were alone together, he was so happy that he jumped all the way, with his eyes and eyebrows curved in a cute and bright way.

Qing Wan's attention was half on Him, and the other half on his surroundings.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. She has not yet avenged the sword attack. How could she get away with it just by Hongyu's few words of apology?

She pressed her eyelids, the light in her eyes was dim and difficult to discern, she slightly raised her nose, sniffing the increasingly strong smell of emotions.

Jealousy, hatred, regret... extreme and diverse negative emotions mixed together, so spicy that Qingwan frowned slightly.

She grabbed Chu Muqing who was holding the kite, stood in front of Him, and looked up vigilantly.

Deep in the jungle, there stood a cluster of black air. It had no facial features, but was wearing a black robe and a hood, staring at Qing Wan strangely and intently.

"Mom, I will protect you!"

Chu Mucheng stood out from behind Qing Wan, bravely clenched his fists, and stared fiercely at the black air.

But his appearance seemed to have severely stimulated the black energy. He suddenly twisted for a moment, let out a strange gasp, and the black blade full of murderous energy attacked Chu Mucheng directly in the face.

He was going to kill Him!

The overwhelming force almost changed the color of the entire world in an instant. Qing Wan was so shocked that his pupils shrank slightly. He quickly stuffed Chu Mucheng, who was about to fight back, back into the small secret realm.

Although as the heir of God, his power should not be underestimated, but the overwhelming force just now was not something Chu Mucheng could withstand at all.

With a loud "bang", the black blade that brushed past the end of Qing's hair flattened the dense forest behind her for hundreds of meters, causing dust to fly and debris to splash everywhere.

But Qing Wan, who was standing in front of the ruins, was unharmed.

It wasn't because she had the power to change the world, because before she even made a move, the black blade had deviated from its angle, so that she only cut off a few strands of hair.

"You and Hongyu have a child?"

The hoarse and indistinguishable sound was extremely strange and did not sound like something a human could make.

Oh, yes, He was not originally a human.

Qing Wan's eyes were solemn, alert and vigilant, and he answered irrelevantly: "Do you want to kill Hong Yu?"

The man in black robe laughed strangely, and the sound was eerie as if it contained blood.

"I want to kill that bitch even in my dreams!"

Qing Wan suddenly curled her lips and smiled, "What a coincidence."

She stared at the black-robed man who dared not approach her with a playful and cold gaze, and said bluntly: "You deliberately led Him away, didn't you want to cooperate with me? What are you hesitating about now?"

"You are as smart as ever." And as thoughtful as ever.

Qiu Yueming's "eyes" were greedy, and the longing in his heart made him extremely eager for Qing Wan's attention.

But time is running out, and Hongyu can’t be delayed for long.

Qiu Yueming had no choice but to give up. He threw out a bone blade from his sleeve and stabbed it straight in front of Qingwan's toes.

"This is the rib of the former God of Creation. It is the only thing that can kill a God."

Qiu Yueming spent a full 1,300 years searching non-stop before finally finding this bone blade.

The moon-white color is holy and beautiful. It does not look sharp, and even the handle is extremely ordinary.

In fact, this bone blade is indeed unremarkable in the hands of ordinary people, and it can't even pierce through clothes, but for the gods, it is extremely deadly.

Qiu Yueming looked at Qing Wan with tenderness and love. This was the godsister he raised, and also his lover and wife whom he would love until his death.

They will be together.

No one can stop it!

The black filth was hideous and twisted. When Qing Wan used her spiritual power to roll up the bone blade and just held it in her hand, Qiu Yueming suddenly attacked her.

But when he was three steps away from her, he was suddenly killed by the overwhelming sword intent. The black mist torn apart by the hurricane crossed the ends of her green hair, like a decisive and passionate kiss.

Qing Wan, who had hidden the bone blade, was stunned for a moment. Just as he was about to turn his head to look over, Hong Yu, who had rushed over, suddenly pressed him into his arms.

He seemed to be extremely frightened. His breathing was disordered and rapid, his fingertips were cold and trembling, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"Are you stupid?! Why don't you get out of the way?!!"

This was the first time He yelled at Qing Wan, but due to extreme fear He forced out tears.

He thought that it was because Qing Wan had been imprisoned by him for too long that even her desire to live was almost worn out, but the truth was completely different. Qing Wan did not dodge simply because she did not sense the murderous intent.

Even the black-robed man's emotions were sad and full of pity as he came towards her.

It feels inexplicably familiar.

Qingwan's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She forced herself to stop thinking, lowered her head and buried it in Hongyu's arms without saying a word.

This depressed look instantly silenced Hongyu. He lowered his eyes and looked at Qingwan who was silent in his arms. His originally tense emotions instantly became weak.

"Sorry, baby."

He hugged her tightly with love, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, sighed softly, "I was just scared. The scene just now-"

Before Hongyu could finish his words, he heard a "puff" sound.

It was the sound of flesh being pierced by a sharp blade.

He was a little stunned, and lowered his eyes slightly, seeing the tip of the moon-white bone blade protruding from his heart, as clean and beautiful as the finest white porcelain.

The bone-biting pain came like a tide, so severe that Hongyu's mind went blank for a moment.

The blood color on his face faded away in the blink of an eye, and the blood with golden spots dyed most of his robe red.

Qing Wan, who was watching all this, had an extremely cold expression on her face from beginning to end. When Hongyu wanted to reach out and touch the corners of her eyes that were stained with blood, her breathing trembled for a moment and she staggered back a step.

The god without support fell to the ground like a stray dog ​​with its spine pulled out. Big tears fell from the corners of his scarlet eyes as he stared at Qing Wan in despair and pain.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but the golden threads that broke apart from his heart seemed to be tearing his flesh and blood into pieces, gradually covering his entire body.

The sky and the earth collapsed, and the towering Kunlun Temple lost its owner and collapsed with a tremor.