Who calls this thing a god?

"Then replace the kiss with a blade."

His knife rested on Qiyou's blade, and the bell jingled when he touched it lightly.

As long as they look at each other, their souls will be intertwined.

Qiyou raised his eyebrows: "You pass the test."

Just as Lu Chan was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of Gu Buming lying on the ground from the corner of his eye, suddenly deflated like a deflated ball, no flesh and blood, no bones, only a skinny and terrifying human skin remained.

Lu Chan: "..." No offense intended.

"Roar... Roar..." The hand-figure of the God of Resentment, with red eyes, stared at Qiyou, but the voice that came out belonged to Gu Buming: "It's almost over, it's almost over, wait for it to become a god... you guys Everyone must die..."

Every word was close to a curse, which made people breathless.

Lu Chan didn't change his face, and immediately retorted: "Hey, with your longevity and heaven, you and the universe side by side?"

"..."

The figurine looked straight at him, stopped talking to him, turned into black smoke and dissipated with a bang, igniting bits and pieces of resentment.

Qiyou picked up a bit casually, and looked at it before his eyes.

...such strong resentment.

It is no longer within the scope of the Yaozu.

"Don't eat it, it's dirty." Lu Chan pressed his forehead with one hand, carefully scrutinized him for wounds, looked up and down, left and right, his gaze was like an X-ray scan, his attitude was more Be serious about doing research.

But Kiyo remained silent about his "warning."

He had a lot of things on his mind. In order to prevent Lu Chan from seeing the clues, he blew away the dust on his fingertips, looked at the opposite house and said casually, "Where were you just now?"

"How did you know?"

Lu Chan followed his line of sight and saw that the honest residential building facing him had poor lighting, not to mention it was against the light, crouching darkly in the shadows, like a man-eating beast.

With his eyesight, he had to calm down a little to see Jiang Fusheng looking back with a dead face.

"Guess."

Before December, Jiang Fusheng and others could take turns watching at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School. It is really normal to place eyeliner near their home address.

It's just that he didn't expect Lu Chan to follow him personally - this shows that they are fully sure of Gu Buming's appearance today.

Lu Chan sent a message to Jiang Fusheng and the others to come over and set up the cordon, so as not to be scared to cry when the parents suddenly come back and the room is full of blood.

He looked at the message "Dong Miao has been settled", and replied "Got it" casually, put the mobile phone in his pocket, and said with a normal face: "Some time ago, I told a friend who knew the formation method to make a plan for the past few years. After gathering the case information, I accidentally found that except for a few cases, there is a certain pattern in the others, and I just came to try my luck today."

Lu Chan is not a person who likes to claim credit or exaggerate himself. Although what he said is simple now, if the process is really as relaxed as his tone, it will not be possible to read the progress of the Shu faction in the past few years at a slow pace.

"Oh, like this."

Qi You didn't know whether he had listened or not, so he turned his back to Lu Chan, squatted in front of the little black cat, and wiped the corner of its bloody mouth with a tissue.

The whole process was patient and gentle - if he hadn't looked at the broken limbs and flesh of the "Grandma God Figurine" intentionally or unintentionally.

This is not a demon.

In other words, it has gone beyond the scope of the Yaozu.

If you guess according to what Bao Buming said, "wait for it to become a god"... then this thing is probably developing in the direction of a god.

Looks like it's just the last step.

Qiyou's expression was complicated. If Gu Buming really wanted to create a "God of Resentment", what else would he need in the end?

Blessed to his heart, he thought of the ribs that he had buried seven feet deep for no reason.

... According to the first words that the caretaker Buming said when he saw him, they had met face to face.

However, there are very few people in Suyouzong who can see his side, which further confirms my previous guess about Gu Buming's identity.

Then he should know that he was buried under the mountain.

A demon will always be a demon, even if he cultivates for 1 years, he will not be able to become a real god. If Gu Buming wants to create a god of resentment, then he can only——

Make gods out of gods.

Create "the God of Resentment" with the God of Resentment.

Assuming that Gu Buming made soup with a pile of rotting corpses, not only sprinkled with salt and vinegar, but now it is very likely that he would like to throw his ribs in to enhance the freshness.

I'll see you fucking again.

Qi You really regretted why he didn't chop off the grandson's head and fly two miles away with a knife just now, so that he could experience what death at the speed of light is.

Xiao Hei, who was deformed by the finger holding the tissue: "..."

Hello?

Qiyou withdrew his hand expressionlessly, crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can.

...But this is also speculation.

If it wasn't for Gu Buming's idea to bury the rib under Shen Hegui's cloak mound, then he...he'll die too.

When he was thinking about how to send Shu Pai Xitian to learn Buddhist scriptures for a lifetime journey, a pair of hands stretched out from behind and touched his collar gently.

Qiyou: "?"

He turned his head halfway, and saw Lu Chan's brows and eyes that were rarely softened, and he could vaguely see the faint green hills, which were alluring.

Lu Chan carefully smoothed the folds of his collar, accidentally touched his neck, and warmed his fingertips generously: "What are you thinking?"

His tone is as low and magnetic as ever, making people want to calm down unconsciously——

"You can't think of other men, I will punish you."

Give him a punch.

Qi You: "..."

He thought for a while, and responded with an international expression of friendliness: "Hehe."

Lu Chan was not angry at all. He brushed his shoulder-length hair with one hand, put it on his shoulders, and walked out with his arms around him: "Drinking the northwest wind here smells like blood. I can't stand it. gone."

Qiyou heard the words and said that he didn't want to eat Maoxuewang again in his life.

When going downstairs, Qiyou was not a talkative person at all, and he was full of thoughts and even more silent.

The little black cat followed behind the two of them, its slender limbs were moving faster than a crab, it kicked the gas pedal and hit Qiyou's calf with a rocket head hammer, calling softly: "Meow——"

Qi You didn't even look back: "Get out."

Black Cat: "..."

What can I do, I am also very helpless.

The residential buildings in the old community are probably short of people to clean them for a long time, and a thin layer of dust can be splashed when stepping on the steps, which makes people's noses itchy.

The black cat tossed its limbs back and forth, dust was flying everywhere it went, and it didn't even realize that it was covered in dust. Seeing Qiyou walking to the next floor, a big roc spread its wings and jumped down: "Meow Woo-"

Being trampled on by it has become a guarantee of all four plums.

Who knew that before it touched the owner's shoulder, Lu Chan grabbed it one step at a time. He held the softest belly of the black cat's whole body, and said with a bad expression, "Are you okay?"

If you have nothing to do, you will be fine, and if you have something to do, you will die.

Black Cat: "..."

It looked at its master as if asking for help.

Hey, hey, big brother, look at me, I really have something important to tell you.

Who would have thought that looking at it this way, Qiyou's expression was almost the same as that of Lu Chan's, both of them were disgusted by each other.

"..." So love will disappear, right?

The sun was almost sinking to the bottom of the mountain, leaving a round of orange light.

Like the last dying struggle of a drowning person.

When they arrived downstairs, Jiang Fusheng came to meet him with two new faces.

"Old Lu." Jiang Fusheng stopped, motioned to the two people behind, and told them to go upstairs to seal off the scene—it was just a formality to say that the blockade was actually done, and Lu Chan had already cast a spell before going out. This warning line is just for ordinary people to watch.

Lu Chan looked as usual, raised his eyebrows lightly, and repeated in a flat tone: "Just like guessing, this 'Gu Buming' is a clone, and the real person may not be there. As for that..." He paused, probably because he didn't want to use it. Words such as "monster" are used to summarize a class of things related to the God of Resentment, and after thinking about it, he said: "The 'Seraphim' is most likely the god that Duda and the others are asking for."

Jiang Fusheng: "... what?" God damn Seraphim.

Qiyou probably had more mixed feelings than him, and looked at him with complicated expressions.

Lu Chan pretended to be misunderstood: "Huh? You may not have seen it from that angle, the angel still has two arms." He gestured at Qiyou's waist, clicked his tongue and said, "Well, Madam's waist is still thin. "

Qiyou was not pleased when he heard this, he held the corner of his mouth stiffly, and asked sincerely: "Why didn't you say it didn't find a chance to beat you to death?"

"Can you bear it? Do you want to be a widow so much?"

"I will guard your grandma's sweet potato field."

Lu Chan thought about it seriously, and said seriously, "My grandma doesn't have a sweet potato field, and I don't have a grandma either."

"..." Shut up, shut up, shut up.

Seeing Lu Chan being entangled by Jiang Fusheng to discuss the case, the black cat finally had a chance to go around Qiyou, hooking his paws on his trouser legs.

Qiyou: "?"

He lowered his head and looked down at it: "What's wrong?"

Something big is going on, brother.

Seeing that its tail was about to swing into a propeller, Qiyou was finally willing to squat down to appreciate the face: "Don't touch me with your paws. Just say something."

The black cat was so angry that its beard trembled, but it still decided not to be as knowledgeable as him—everyone who was as knowledgeable as him died in the end.

He said angrily, "I've seen that surnamed Gu."

It's also a response to grudges, why is there such a big gap between the memory of the master and the pet?

Qiyou was stunned for a moment: "Have you seen it?"

"...you've seen it too." The black cat's eyes were about to roll up to the sky, but seeing Qiyou's expression, it didn't dare to touch Joe with him, coughed and said, "He's that bird."

"what?"

Qiyou asked sincerely, who the hell can remember a bird, and he is not a member of the Animal Protection Association—even if he was, no one can remember a bird for 1000 years, right?

The black cat glanced apprehensively at Lu Chan, who had his back to them, stretched his body and whispered in Qiyou's ear, "Did you forget? He is the little blue bird of Suyou Sect Master's old man."

Focus on Suyouzong, suzerain, little blue bird.

Qi You was slightly taken aback.

Although he can't remember, someone must know.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-2219:56:48~2020-09-2319:32:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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