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"Continue." Ruan Qingjue folded her arms around her chest and looked at each other coldly.Fuxi stopped talking, and was hit on the bridge of the nose by the porcelain vase.

Ruan Qingjue stepped forward and grabbed his wrists and pushed him against the wall, her beautiful eyes showed rare anger.He paused every word, "Don't use the cause of my adoptive father's death to attract me. He is dead, but I don't mind killing two more people to accompany him."

Using the most affectionate deceased to attract attention, talking nonsense to make people take the initiative to step on his canoe, what good is it for him other than becoming a grasshopper on a rope from now on?

"He is dead, and no one in the Three Realms can give me another one that is exactly the same, do you understand?" Fuxi didn't struggle, but looked at him with a kind of distressed look.

Some people died, passed the Sansheng Stone, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, but they just forgot the past life and exchanged for this life, but when those gods died, there was nothing left.

Ruan Qingjue saw him staring blankly at herself, a little wanting to laugh, and a little bit wanting to cry.His hands trembled slightly, he took off the man's mask, looked at a completely different face, his heart was numb with pain.

He moved his hand away and wiped the corner of his lips, a wisp of blood.

"Qing Jue." Fuxi supported his limp body, found a pill from the fragments of a porcelain bottle that fell to pieces on the ground, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Ruan Qingjue ate obediently.

He lowered his head and touched the corners of his eyes, "Look, you made me bleed out of anger...Go, bring me a chair."

Fuxi obeyed.

"What kind of mask do you wear on a face with good facial features? Do you misunderstand me that it's so fun? Let's just say that this false god in the human world is still too young to even take it as a joke..."

"sorry."

Ruan Qingjue looked at him with a half-smile, "You fart." Fuxi paused his masked hand and looked at Ruan Qingjue in surprise.

Ruan Qingjue was not polite, and continued to scold, "The combined age of you group of swindling bastards is not even a fraction of my age. In the human world, you can be regarded as an oracle if you have nothing to do. You don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, what are you? Now I apologize, and I look regretful on the surface, and I'm not sure how to laugh at me, an old monster."

"You..." After all, you have grown up.

Fuxi was so scolded that he didn't respond for a while, just about to say something, Ruan Qingjue stood up as if she was fine, called her son outside, and left without looking back.

Fuxi stood at the door and watched the two people's figures drift away, and turned around to collect the debris on the ground. Who knows when there were a few large characters written on the ground, "Whoever touches my son will die."

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