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

The pitch-black clouds rolled and raged like waves, and the whole world seemed like it was the end of the world, with the sky shaking and the earth collapsing.

But Qing Wan's gaze remained motionless, and she watched with red eyes as Hongyu's soul dissipated.

Too easy.

How could it be so simple?

Her move was full of loopholes, how could Hongyu not notice it?

The blood on Qing Wan's hands was sticky and warm, burning her skin. When her fingertips trembled slightly, a golden light condensed on the ground and rushed into her brow at lightning speed like a fish's tail.

The spell that was originally sealed on the spirit was suddenly broken, and in an instant, countless memories poured out like a tidal wave.

Qing Wan's breathing suddenly stagnated in his chest, his pupils shrank sharply, and he did not notice that the black sky twisted and collapsed, creating a huge hole.

With her as the center, space was distorted, time was mixed, sand and rocks were flying, the sky was roaring and the earth was howling, and the two collapsed time and space were finally merged together.

Where the cause begins, there it will end.

Qing Wan fled to various small worlds because she "killed" Hong Yu, which eventually led to the dimensionality collapse of the last high-dimensional small world. All those who entered the space tunnel were sucked into it before anything even began.

But Hongyu was so powerful that even the rules could not suppress him, so he retained his memory in the form of Chu Jiuxiao. Even though he suppressed it as an inner demon, he was still secretly influencing the whole process.

As a result, Qing Wan's progress in conquering Hong Yu and killing Him were infinitely simplified.

In the original memory, Qing Wandan almost died three times when he got close to Hongyu. Later, when he killed Hongyu, he even dismantled the entire Elders' Council including the Quick Travel Headquarters. His farewell to Hongyu was grand and ridiculous.

After struggling to digest the complicated memories, Qing Wan, standing in the dim world, raised her long eyelashes soaked with sweat, and her deep gaze fell on the figure in the distance that was as holy as the white moon.

She recovered her memory, and so did Qiu Yueming.

Only then did she force herself to look directly at all the strange things.

When he was in Wuwang Mountain, he said that he was lazy and did not like reading, so he had not read most of the rare ancient books in the library.

But the spells and stories he casually picked up could be traced back to the depths of the library. If that was the case, how could he not know that she was a succubus? !

After all, she herself found the records from the library.

All the strange things that happened afterwards were explained in this way.

Because they knew that she was a succubus, they let her go to Yecheng alone on the day of the card-opening ceremony when many powerful masters gathered, causing chaos and attracting the covetousness of various forces.

After that, the game went smoothly according to plan.

Qing Wan's heart seemed to be forcibly squeezed into the deep sea. All his breath was suffocated in his chest. The corners of his eyes were red. He stared at his master whom he regarded as a relative. His voice was trembling as he asked him word by word: "Why?"

However, the moment these three words fell, Qing Wan suddenly thought of Ya Yin who had whipped her thirty times on the pretext of Hong Yu's order.

Afterwards, Yaying played a trick on her, making her climb three thousand long stairs while dragging her dying body, and then at the last moment, he arranged a formation to lower the pagoda tower, and deliberately asked for instructions from Hongyu who was passing by in front of her, causing her to be killed by Hongyu by mistake.

If you connect all of this together, Qiu Yueming's purpose becomes obvious.

He is using her to kill gods.

Qing Wan held Fen Ji's hand so hard that it trembled, and with a slight cry, she asked hoarsely, "So, from my birth to my final death, everything was planned by you, right?"

Qiu Yueming, who was being questioned, took a startled breath, looked away, and his finger bones twitched strangely for a moment.

"……Yes."

This tiny and hoarse word, like a weight of gold, completely shattered Qing Wan's only remaining hope.

The little bit of light in her eyes quickly condensed, and was made to look like tears of blood by the bloodshot in her eyes.

"Qiu Yueming."

Qing Wan called out his full name for the first time, which sent chills down Qiu Yueming's spine.

He heard his former disciple, who was full of admiration, say with a trembling voice, full of hatred and disappointment: "I once regarded you as my only family, elder. I used you as a benchmark, abandoned my nature, and honed myself into what you expected."

"But starting today, all of this is over."

Qiu Yueming's head buzzed and he looked up suddenly, only to see Qing Wan turning the sword around, pulling off the red tassel on the hilt and throwing it to the ground without hesitation.

He had knitted it for her himself, and she had always kept it with great care for fear of damaging it.

Now, it is discarded like a worn-out shoe, as if it is indicating some obvious meaning.

Qiu Yueming's pupils shrank and trembled, his face was pale, and his voice was hoarse and difficult.

"Do not……"

"You can't do this."

He seemed to be possessed by a demon, the corners of his eyes were bloodshot, his long pupils were covered with watery light, and he repeated in a low voice: "My dear, I can't abandon my master..."

The hoarse and strange murmur had just fallen to the ground when Qiu Yueming's figure suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared in front of Qing Wan in an instant, with a hot and obsessed look in his eyes with a morbid depression.

"My good little cat was just led astray by the bitch outside. It's okay. Master can teach you well again."

With a strange tenderness on his face, he stretched out his hand, wanting to hold the girl in front of him in his arms like he did before.

But before he could touch her, Qing Wan swung his knife and cut off her wrist, and blood splattered on both of them.

Qiu Yueming was stunned for a moment, with blood spots on his face. He looked at Qing Wan, who was pale as he retreated away from him. His breathing was disordered, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

She hesitated.

Ah.

Qiu Yueming pulled the corner of his lips, his eyes became more tender and affectionate, and the broken wrist was shrouded in black air, but in an instant, the slender, cold white hand returned to its original state.

Qing Wan was not surprised when he saw this scene. He clenched Fen Ji in his hand and suddenly rushed forward.

The crushing force shattered the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly. The force was enough to tear everything apart, but when it came to Qiu Yueming, he waved it away lightly like a piece of paper.

Qing Wan's expression changed slightly, he turned over to avoid the wind blade that was shaken by the residual power, then raised his sword and attacked again.

But Qiu Yueming obviously didn't intend to waste any more time with her. Lianshuang, who was surrounded by black air, kept approaching. In just one hour, Qing Wan was almost exhausted and could hardly hold Fen Ji in her hand.

When Lianshuang swung down, she subconsciously stretched out her hand to block.

With a buzzing sound, the harsh sound waves made Qing Wan's ears bleed, and the Fen Ji in his hand was cracked into pieces.

Qing Wan groaned, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked disheveled and gray, like a withered peony flower, not only physically but also spiritually.