Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Qi Wuji's voice was a bit abrupt, because his arrival was extremely low-key.

No one noticed him coming, even when the high priest Bu Luo ran over to salute him in a panic, Qi Wuji didn't attract everyone's attention either.

I don't know if his low profile is related to the robe he is wearing today.

Different from the luxurious ones in the past, he wore a pure black robe today, without any decorations on his whole body.

It looks a bit like mourning.

No one would have thought that this small pool in a remote location could attract so many big figures from Tianbei Island and even the entire Eastern Continent.

Everyone's eyes shifted from Rong Mochou and Yanyan who had returned suddenly to Qi Wuji.

In fact, it's not just today, Qi Wuji's trip to Tianbei Island this time is different from every trip he's made in the past, the iconic gorgeous battle of Qi Mansion.

Qi Wuji kept a low profile and almost had no sense of presence.

He didn't even show his face in the dojo where Tian Bei asked in succession.

The only time he showed up was before the official start of the questioning, the farce held for Yu Xinzhu was like a martial arts competition to recruit relatives.

Everyone remembered that the real protagonist of that ring was Yan Yan.

So everyone guessed that the purpose of Qi Wuji's trip to Tianbei Island this time was to come for Yanyan.

But today, he will come to this unremarkable small pool, and Yan Yan happens to be here, which seems to confirm people's speculation even more.

Everyone's gaze lingered between Yanyan and Qi Wuji intentionally or unintentionally.

Yanyan is extremely beautiful, and everyone who has seen her has to admit that even Agui, who has the least idea of ​​beauty, the first thought she had when she saw Yanyan was: This little girl looks so beautiful. It's so beautiful.

Qi Wuji was also good-looking.

There is no trace of defect in the exquisite facial features, and the delicate and fair skin will envy many daughters' hearts. The whole person seems to be carefully pinched by the emperor himself.

And different from ordinary men, Qi Wuji is a physical trainer. His figure is not light and thin like most spiritual monks. He is thick and fit, with a perfect ratio of strength and lines.

Such two people with perfect appearance stand together, appearing particularly harmonious, almost perfect.

Qi Wuji walked to Yanyan's side.

His body has grown very quickly, he is already half a head taller than Yan Yan, and standing together with such a height ratio, he looks just right.

If Yu Xinzhu didn't know Yanyan, he would think that the two were a good match.

But she knew Yanyan, and also knew a little about Qi Wuji, so Yu Xinzhu was full of vigilance at the moment, paying close attention to Qi Wuji's every move.

Although Yanyan was on guard against Qi Wuji, she was not as nervous as Yu Xinzhu.

Yanyan knows that Qi Wuji is not easy to mess with, and she also knows that he is not a good person, but Yanyan has a feeling that Qi Wuji will not do anything to her.

At least not yet.

Receiving Yan Yan's gaze, Qi Wuji knew that she didn't understand the meaning of what he said, and smiled: "Just the literal meaning, don't bother, just wait."

Yan Yan frowned.

Qi Wuji's gaze shifted from Yanyan's frown to the top of Yanyan's head.

There was a lock of dull hair raised there. She didn't know where to blow the wind just now, and her hair was a little messy.

In Qi Wuji's eyes, Yanyan looked very cute. He wanted to rub the top of her head, but Qi Wuji raised his hand and gently placed it on top of Yanyan's head.

Really rubbed it.

All the elders and disciples of the White Mist Hall present, including Bi Cheng, all stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Even all the disciples of Jiange looked at Qi Wuji with admiration.

This guy is so...

Be brave!
Sect Master Yan also dared to masturbate!

Sure enough, before Qi Wuji could withdraw his hand, he heard Yanyan ask in a low voice: "You want to die?"

Qi Wuji pursed his lips, and the retracted hand seemed a little embarrassed, and then landed on the tip of his nose.

"Okay, don't be annoyed, turn around and watch, the show is about to begin."

His voice was low, warm, and full of affection.

Yan Yan didn't care about being tired of thinking, she knew that Qi Wuji was talking about Rong Mochou, so she turned around quickly.

Rong Mochou was also staring at Yanyan and Qi Wuji just like everyone else.

He was actually very curious about the relationship between the man and woman, although both Qi Wuji and Yanyan were people that Rong Mochou hated.

He's quieter now.

The main thing is that there is no way to be quiet.

Blow was on the scene, and his control ability was not as good as Blow's. Qi Wuji and Wei Qi were also there, so he naturally had nothing to do with those bugs.

In addition, there are so many disciples of Tianbei Island staring at him.

So Rong Mochou can't do anything right now.

He had no choice but to watch the excitement with everyone, but he found that not long after, the pair of men and women that he hated turned their eyes on him again.

Rong Mochou asked casually: "What do you see me doing?"

Yan Yan: "Is your face still swollen?"

Rong Mochou's gentle face was full of anger, and she was about to speak out, when she suddenly noticed something wrong with Bu Luo's eyes standing behind Qi Wuji.

Bu Luo was also looking at him, but Rong Mochou always felt that Bu Luo's expression was like looking at a dead person...

As soon as this doubt arose in her heart, Rong Mochou felt that her body began to slowly become a little heavy.

It was as if something was taking away the strength from his body little by little, and his body became heavier and heavier, a strange and deep exhaustion came from all over his body, giving Rong Mochou an unbelievable illusion .

Why are you so tired?
Why are monks tired?

He subconsciously looked down at his body, and found that the originally neat and fitting robe on his body seemed to have suddenly become much fatter.

How did he suddenly lose so much weight?
Immediately afterwards, Rong Mochou felt that his eyes began to become a little blurred, and everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a double shadow.

He raised the back of his hand, subconsciously wanting to rub his eyes, but the moment he saw his hand clearly, his eyes widened in horror.

What he saw was not his usual fair-skinned hands.

It was a pair of strange old hands that were dry and emaciated, with broken bones and skin as rough as a bird's claw.

Seeing these hands, Rong Mochou's first reaction was a deep disgust in his heart.

This clumsy and ugly old state is the most annoying state for monks.

What is the purpose of cultivating immortals?
It is to pursue the never-ending fresh life.

But in the next second, the boredom in his eyes was replaced by deep terror and anxiety.

Because Rong Mochou suddenly realized that it was his hand!
He jerked his hands back up to his eyes.

Because his eyes were not very good, he held his hands very close to his face, as if he wanted to put his face on his hands.

Except for Rong Mochou herself, everyone looked at him with surprised eyes.

It's like watching a stranger.