Who calls this thing a god?

Broken glass splashed the afterglow of the setting sun all over the ground, and rolled into the dust stained with blood.

The light debris is like floating gunpowder, which burns instantly.

Gu Buming's left cheek was stained with dirty blood, and his clear and beautiful face showed a strong expression of sternness. He gritted his molars tightly, and after a long while he spoke slowly: "His Royal Highness, I respect you as a god, you—— "

Before he could finish speaking, Qi You sneered back first, with a lazy tone and a hint of disdain.

The point of his knife moved up to Gu Buming's protruding Adam's apple. Human life was a matter of fate, but his face still had an expression of "the sky is of no concern to himself", and he was even a little eager to try.

"Suyouzong's running dog deserves to respect me?"

These words were so arrogant that they scolded the entire Suyou Zong Mountain.

Gu Buming was also impatient. Hearing this, his complexion changed immediately, and he turned his palms into claws to show a faint color. The kneeling "God of Resentment" jumped up instantly when he got the order, and rushed forward with a roar!

"Roar——" the black cat swelled several times, and its bloody mouth with sharp fangs bit its arm, tearing it off forcefully!

Pus and blood spattered Dong Miao's face. Facing this situation, he was terrified, his canthus cracked, and he moved out of the door like a bug with his hands on the floor. He lost his strength after moving. , fell to the ground and rolled to the side with consciousness.

Hearing the sound, Qiyou looked back and saw this scene, and couldn't help but want to award him a firm will award.

"Get him out."

After Qi You ordered, he turned the handle of the knife, swung his wrist and slashed at Gu Buming's neck and shoulders with the back of the knife, and sent the man flying like a spinning top.

The human shell was aimed at the "Resentment God", and the precise strike made a disgusting "snap".

It's so acidic to listen to, let alone Gu Buming, who is trapped in a big family of carrion.

The spring day wasn't too warm yet, and he didn't wear much, so he could vaguely see his swollen shoulders and neck.

Gu Buming's first reaction when he got up was to touch the dagger——as a result, Qiyou stepped on his wrist, as easily as walking on a seesaw.

Gu Buming: "..."

Qi You looked down at him condescendingly: "Tsk tsk."

Gu Buming: "..." You are so stupid.

He was almost overwhelmed by this anger, how about shouting before he zoomed in?What about the agreed-upon opening up to whitewash the villain?

Why come to you to fight directly?Why!

Qiyou stepped on one of his wrists, holding the knife like a bag in one hand, with a leisurely attitude, not afraid of Gu Buming's resistance at all, or pulling out the dagger at his waist with the other hand.

It seems that he has absolute confidence to cut off Gu Buming's neck in an instant.

The "Resentment God" over there was crying with one arm torn off—although one was torn off, Qi You glanced at it and saw that it still had at least three arms.

Qi You: "..." What do you need so many hands for, playing basketball?

Xiao Hei was probably also disturbed by this thing that must be mosaiced with ten layers of mosaics when it appears in the TV series. While walking around it to prevent it from bursting out, he was thinking about where to start.

Anything stained with resentment is its delicacy.

Gu Buming coughed twice, lying in a pool of blood and looking at him: "His Royal Highness, I have no grievances with you, there is really no need for you to hold on to me."

Qiyou looked at the "figure of the God of Resentment" who still had three hands left.

Qi You: "..."

You tell me this is called no injustice and no enmity? ?

Gu Buming licked his big face and said: "During those years when you were sleeping, we should help you solve it..."

"Chong!"

The slender blade directly nailed his other arm to the floor!

Gu Buming's face was distorted and pale, but he could still bite his lips tightly and remain silent.

From his angle of view, Qiyou lowered his head against the light, so he looked dim and couldn't see clearly, but he could still see his beautiful face and bright but cold eyes.

Qiyou didn't change his face, and his tone was still lazy: "I don't like when someone moves around when I'm talking."

He raised the corners of his lips in a rare way, as if the peach blossoms in April were bright and moving, and he tapped the blade with his fingertips to make a "da da" sound, and said: "If you move around again, I will make your hand useless in the future." Can't move."

The blood on the floor slowly spread like a drop of bright red ink.

The self-healing ability of the monster race is much stronger than that of humans. As long as he draws out the knife, he can recover by himself... Damn how can there be such a disgusting god in this world!

Gu Buming stared straight at him: "You are going to make an enemy of my sect."

Qiyou didn't say yes or no, he just pulled out the blood-stained blade with a blank expression, and said in a sparse and ordinary tone as if asking "Have you eaten?": "Dong Miao was fed to the dog by you, it's mine. believer."

He pointed at "Resentment God" with his chin: "Is this your dog?"

Gu Buming slowly moved the wrist of the injured arm, "Yes, so what's wrong?"

"So we are not innocent."

Gu Buming: "..."

Gu Buming: "What?"

The high priest once taught him to be kind to others and not to hurt others for no reason.

...he didn't do it for no reason.

Speaking of the high priest, Qiyou unconsciously thought of Lu Chan's doggy face. He raised his eyes imperceptibly and glanced at the opposite floor, where the light was against the light, and it was dark, like an abyss containing monsters.

He regained his senses and looked at Gu Buming who was carefully moving his wrist to grab the dagger at his waist, moved his feet without saying a word, squatted down, and pulled out the dagger.

The cold light flickered, and the iron was cut like mud.

Gu Buming: "..." Finish the ball.

His face was as green as a willow leaf swaying in the wind, and he was about to skyrocket ninety thousand miles, but the next second he was frightened by Qiyou's behavior and fell to the bottom.

The kind-hearted God of Resentment bent down and handed the dagger to his right hand, and even helped him close five fingers, and asked kindly, "Have you held it?"

Gu Buming: "..."

He didn't know why, but he still held it subconsciously, his palm fingers firmly fitting the handle.

As a result, before he had time to swing the blade, Qi You kicked him in the waist and flew out, drawing a perfect arc.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Dong Miao, who was huddled at the door, really wanted to kneel down and make a wish to the shooting star, Namo Amitabha, please leave my home.

Qi You ruthlessly made up the knife: "There is a fart for holding it."

Gu Buming: "..."

I'll fuck your lungs.

He knelt down on the ground and coughed violently, a blue stream of light suddenly rose around his body, and the clanking sound was like the rustling of a musical instrument.

The sound of magic pierced through the ears, and the "Resentment God Figurine" raised its head and let out a roar, its torso convulsed, and the severed arm swelled and agitated, and suddenly foul-smelling pus and blood splattered out, and a thick arm grew again!

Dong Miao: "..."

Faced with this situation, he really recited all the religious names he knew in his heart, from Buddha to God, and finally followed his heart, and earnestly begged: "...Mom."

Qi You: "..."

The figurine rushed over roaring and waving its stump-like arms. He took a few steps back, picked up Dong Miao's neck with one arm and threw the whole person into the corridor: "Get lost."

Qiyou wished he could look through Gu Buming's family tree [-] times, and pull them out one by one to scold them bloody.

Xiao Hei, who was taller than a person, was biting at the figurine, pus and blood splashed all over the floor, and the walls that were so old and yellowed were baptized, and a layer of gradient paint was painted for free.

... When Dong Yang's parents came back, they would probably be scared to take off on the spot.

Gu Buming struck each other with swords, Qiyou immediately raised his wrist and put the saber on to turn from offense to defense, his eyes were still cold and unyielding, as they inadvertently glanced over every crevice of his bones one by one.

Blades scraped against blades, fire was lit, and they looked at each other in the weapons.

Qiyou's heart sank a little.

If he was in his prime, let alone Gu Buming, even Gu Ming, he would be able to wring the head off and eat it as an apple.

It's a pity that he was born in this world with his divine power broken, and he responded to the resentment according to the high priest's rules of no beating, no beating, and no killing. His supernatural power is really a drop in the bucket.

In comparison, Gu Buming can be said to be full of energy, recruiting him to the book of life and death.

"Is it useful to hold it? Huh? Do you think it is useful? Is it useful?"

Qiyou: "..." I can't tell, you are still a repeater.

Gu Buming guessed that he was wronged by Qi You just now, and now he is attacking extremely fiercely, dancing his sword like a flying fire meteor hammer. If he can be faster, he will probably be able to sign up for the propeller competition.

"..." Not only was she not afraid, she even wanted to laugh.

Kiyo silently glanced over his last line of defense, turned his wrist, and turned the blade——

"Roar!!"

Xiao Hei's painful roar disturbed his thoughts, he almost subconsciously turned his head to look over, but was taken advantage of by Gu Buming who was staring at him!

"Your Majesty the God of Resentment, go to the underworld and become a god—"

Gu Buming pointed his sword at his throat and stabbed straight down!

"Chong!!"

In the blink of an eye, a murderous and sharp demon knife cut off his menacing attack, and even shattered his blade.

Gu Buming maintained the movement of swinging the sword, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained a large area of ​​the front of his chest red, and fell down slowly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm the only one who can kiss the little princess with a knife."

A clear male voice sounded from the window sill, clearly saying "I'm sorry", but the tone was more like "Why are you still alive".

Lu Chan no longer looked at the fallen Gu Buming, but instead looked straight at Qiyou, who was bloodstained and holding a knife in his hand, and gave him a gentlemanly salute, "Rescue is late, Please forgive me, princess."

The afterglow of the setting sun hid behind him, and even the wind beside him became gentle, blowing away the blood in the room, and the red on the ground was no longer blood, but like blooming roses, charming and affectionate.

Qiyou looked at his Lu Chan and his lover, and subtly hooked the corners of his lips, "I don't forgive sins."

With an annoyed and helpless expression on his face, Lu Chan stepped forward and pulled out the demon knife inserted into the floor, and placed it on Qiyou's tricky blade without any doubt.

The cold blade sparked a small string of sparks, and his tone was soft and ambiguous like a marriage proposal:

"Then replace the kiss with a blade."

The author has something to say: QwQ is handsome Qiyou today~ I wish you a happy meal~