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

Chapter 333: Raising Gods 13

The sound of flesh being pierced seemed faint amid the thunder.

Blood was oozing from the corners of Mo Jingchun's mouth, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly. The Lianshuang sword was stuck in his chest, while Qiu Yueming, who was holding the long sword, looked down at his defeated opponent.

A bloody sacrifice allowed this righteous leader to once again break through his limits.

The next time he will be fed, I'm afraid the only thing that can feed him is a catastrophe that destroys the world.

The blood pressure in Mo Jingchun's throat kept rising, surging out in waves. Under the pressure like a mountain, his body gradually cracked into tiny cracks.

But he seemed not to feel it. His long, foxy eyes still contained a hint of mockery as he looked at the out-of-control Qiu Yueming in a frivolous manner.

"Do you know what she is?"

The hoarse and unclear voice was intermittent, and blood seemed to flow out with every word, but Mo Jingchun didn't care at all.

He pulled the corners of his lips, and laughed a little crazily, "In the four seas and eight wastelands, in the fairy mountains and jade pavilions, that is the only succubus in the history of history..."

"'Because of love, one feeds on life, and is close to delusion. One's desires are unlimited and deep, and thus one destroys oneself.' So that's how it is... Oh, so that's how it is..."

He laughed like a madman, his long scarlet eyes filled with extreme infatuation, and he looked at Qiu Yueming with malicious pity.

"You are just... just her prey, that's all, Qiu Yueming, you will die like me, without a burial place."

"Those illusory legends...are not false. Ha! You have released a monster..."

The cracks on his body gradually widened, becoming as dense as cracks, which was extremely terrifying.

This is a sign of death.

Qiu Yueming gazed at him from above, her long dark eyes carrying a barely perceptible arrogance.

Succubus?

Ah.

so what?

He could bring her into this world, so he could use her for his own benefit.

He wanted to see how this so-called "monster" could kill him.

Qiu Yueming curled the corners of his lips sarcastically. When he saw Mo Jingchun glance sideways to see Qing Wan outside the ruins, the blue veins on his forehead twitched strangely. When he came to his senses, Mo Jingchun had been strangled to ashes by him.

There were still flashes of lightning in the dark purple sky, a long wind was blowing slowly with a bloody smell, and sparse raindrops were hitting the ground, gradually becoming denser.

Qiu Yueming had spiritual power that blocked the rain and saved him from being drenched.

But Qing Wan was in a miserable state. She squatted in the corner, getting soaked. The little flower demon next to her tried her best to grow a big leaf to block her head, but it was of no use.

She wanted to leave, but Mo Jingchun drew a barrier for her.

He wasn't very smart either, and didn't take the rain into account.

Qing Wan was in a daze, thinking about this and that, and suddenly a pair of shoes appeared in her lowered sight. They were embroidered with silver bamboo leaf patterns, luxurious and exquisite. The cloud-patterned hem of the dress was also spotless, as clean as a handful of fresh snow.

The rain on her head was blocked, and when she looked up, her eyes met Qiu Yueming's.

Qing Wan probably had no idea how pitiful she looked at the moment. Her bright red wedding dress was soaked by the rain, her luxurious phoenix crown was crooked, and her wet hair stuck to her face and neck.

Like a kitten abandoned by its owner, it is waiting pitifully to be picked up and taken home again.

Qiu Yueming looked at all her exposed skin, and when he didn't find any trace of anyone else, he suppressed the feeling of oppression.

"Get up and go home."

His tone was cold, his eyes half-closed as he glanced at Qing Wan, and he muttered with a bit of disdain, "Idiot."

Qing Wan focused on the first sentence, "Do you want to support me again? Qiu Yueming."

"When did I say I was going to throw you away?"

"When I woke up, I was no longer in the bedroom. The little goldfish told me that it was because I ate too much and you didn't want to support me."

"...In the future, don't play with those stupid monsters anymore."

"Why……"

The sound of the dripping rain became more and more intense. The little flower demon, who was fixed in place, watched the two figures walking farther and farther away in the rain. The voices also gradually disappeared in the sound of the rain and could not be heard clearly.

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Qing Wan was raised by Qiu Yueming again, but this time it was different, she had a new identity - the only disciple of Wuwang Daozun.

In fact, Qiu Yueming gave her a choice at the very beginning. At that time, the full moon was high in the sky. He leaned lazily on the soft couch by the window, with the back of his hand resting on his eyebrows, and no emotion could be heard in his tone.

"Gu Zhuo told you that if you want to be supported, you need an identity?"

"Yeah." Qing Wan nodded seriously.

Qiu Yueming was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "What kind of status do you want? Husband and wife?"

"No." Qing Wan shook his head, looked at Qiu Yueming, and asked very naturally: "Do you want to be my apprentice?"

Qiu Yueming: “…”

He was speechless for a long time, but Qing Wan was a fool and analyzed seriously: "Disciples need to respect their masters morally. I think it is suitable for us."

Qiu Yueming glanced at her serious expression and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips. He waved at her like calling a puppy, "Come here."

Qing Wan didn't know how powerful it was, but she still went over obediently.

When she approached the couch, Qiu Yueming suddenly grabbed her waist and held her in his arms.

He lifted her chin frivolously, with a smile in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You want to be my master?"

"Ah."

The little succubus in danger is still releasing her succubus abilities without knowing it. Invisibly, those dark and embarrassing desires are like boiling magma that are difficult to extinguish.

Qiu Yueming felt a burning sensation in his heart. He saw his love rushing out. He hooked the end of her hair obsessively, moving it all the way up, and finally stopped at the corner of her mouth, eager to try.

I want to be swallowed by her...

His eyes were dark, his throat was so dry that it seemed to be on fire, and he asked her in a hoarse voice: "Don't you want to be my wife?"

Qing Wan shook his head honestly and frowned slightly, "What a hassle."

Although she and Mo Jingchun did not become husband and wife, she actually saw the tediousness of the wedding ceremony.

It's very tiring.

Qiu Yueming above his head snorted and laughed, "Squeamish."

He and she were very close, and as their breaths intertwined in an ambiguous manner, the two words spoken in a hoarse voice seemed to carry a hot flush of desire.

Qing Wan raised her eyes and looked at Qiu Yueming who was so close to her, a little puzzled, "Are you thirsty?"

She pointed at the thick Adam's apple that was always sliding up and down and said, "It's always moving here." As she spoke, she touched it with her fingertips, causing Qiu Yueming's back to tense and she gasped slightly.

His eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly. He grabbed the mischievous hand, closed his eyes, and after calming down from the passion, he said in a hoarse voice: "Then let's be master and disciple."

The emotions in Qiuyue's bright eyes were as dark as the abyss. She raised her eyes and stared at the girl in front of her.

"Qing Wan, I will support you from now on and teach you as a master. The only condition is that you can only have me as food. Do you understand?"

"Hmm... hm? Aren't I the Master?"

"...A fool can't be a master."

"Oh……"