Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 44 The Best Furnace Cauldron (2)

"Squeak-"

The dungeon door opened with an old, decaying sound.

The lifeless people around couldn't help shaking, and looked out the door in horror.

Even though he is already stupid, the pain and fear of being refined into a furnace are still engraved into the soul like maggots attached to the bones.

A voice came from outside the door.

The girl was dressed in a gold-rimmed robe, and was pulled and thrown into the single-room dungeon opposite Qianqiu, with anger on her face.

"I am the daughter of the suzerain of the Shangqing sect. If you treat me like this, be careful that my father will lead people to destroy this place!"

Moxiu sneered and said: "What kind of suzerain's daughter, come here only to be refined into a furnace."

Hua Zijing said: "If you dare to attack me, you are following up with Qingzong as an enemy, and Daoist Shuanghua will definitely not be able to bypass you!"

Shuanghua Daojun guarded the Qing Dynasty for thousands of years.

It can be described as the nightmare of all demon cultivators, and countless demons have been slaughtered.

Moxiu trembled subconsciously, and then said in a disdainful tone:
"We are the Demon Sect here! How could Lord Shuanghua come here alone for you, stop dreaming."

Moxiu turned and left.

……

Qianqiu is closing his eyes and meditating.

The girl's voice sounded in the ear, "Hello, hello!"

Qian Qiu tilted his head slightly and looked up.

"I heard that the elder Moxiu is going to give him the best furnace for his birthday. Could it be you?"

Qian Qiu responded lightly.

Hua Zijing understood it, and immediately said:

"If you don't want to die miserably, help me, and I can find a way to save you out together."

Qianqiu withdrew his eyes and didn't bother to pay attention: "Yes."

"What does this mean, do you really want to be a furnace tortured by the demon cultivator!?"

"If you help me, as a reward, I can take you back and be my senior brother's concubine."

"My senior brother is the chief disciple of the Shang Qingzong. Now the bottleneck in cultivation is lacking a furnace... You are the best furnace. It is much better to be a concubine for my senior brother than to fall into the hands of the demon cultivator!"

"Oh." Qianqiu was not interested, so he said politely and perfunctorily.

Bauhinia Bauhinia was a little annoyed.

She was spoiled since she was a child, and no one in the sect dared to disobey her. This person is just a mere furnace, and he doesn't even take her seriously.

"What, um, oh, give me an accurate word! It's good enough for me to take you back to the sect, but that's the Shang Qing sect. Anyone who didn't break his head wants to come in. What else do you want?"

"want to rest."

Qian Qiu sighed slightly, "Shut up obediently and be quiet for me."

"You..." She wanted to say something else.

Looking back at Qian Qiu, her voice was soft and smiling, but she revealed a bit of coldness: "Be good, be obedient."

The dungeon was cold and dimly lit.

Her figure could not be seen clearly, only a vague silhouette was outlined.

It happened that those eyes were in the light.

Exquisite and beautiful, with a phoenix tail raised up, natural arrogance, with a compelling aura.

Hua Zijing shrank her neck subconsciously, wanting to say something, but being watched by those eyes, her whole body went numb, and she couldn't help trembling.

She lowered her head in a panic, and she seemed to see a white shadow drifting past the window out of the corner of her eye.

Bauhinia Bauhinia looked up, it was a piece of paper figurine, the unique secret method of Shang Qingzong, which can find people from thousands of miles away.

Joy burst into her eyes.

Besides Daoist Shuanghua, who else knows such an ancient secret technique! ?
She is saved!

……

Shang Qingzong.

The mountains are covered with mist and snow.

A figure came slowly stepping on the snow, looking at it casually, like a figure walking out of a landscape painting after slowly rolling out, it does not seem to be in the world.

His eyes are as deep as ink spots, his eyebrows are lined with the color of snow, his thin lips are slightly pursed, noble and unkind, like a god.

(End of this chapter)