305 I am your wife

Style: Fantasy Author: The scholar laughs at the hidden knifeWords: 2382Update Time: 24/01/13 10:31:28
It didn't work, but the goddess who had just been stunned by the death curse was awakened.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, then turned her eyes and stared at Meng Fei, who was wasting his efforts in vain. She stretched out a hand and made a grabbing gesture.

A green electric light surged out, wrapped around Meng Fei's neck, and then pulled her in front of him, their eyes facing each other.

"Don't waste your efforts, okay? It's not something someone who really wants to die can't pull out.

“There must be someone willing to bear the death curse of death.

"I am a god, even if I die, it will only be the death of my living body.

"My soul is immortal in the divine world."

The God of Death has recovered somewhat from the lightning explosion on his face.

Although half of his face was destroyed, he still stood and did not fall, but was slightly swaying.

With the makeup on this half of his face, he began to snarl disgustingly again.

"Tsk, tsk, this is my real plan.

"I already knew that as long as He Ma was kidnapped, you would definitely come.

"I have long known that as long as I curse He Ma to death, you will definitely die for him."

"With your living body as a sacrifice. Not only can I be truly resurrected, but I can also gain your life authority.

"All your followers in Qingmang Divine Kingdom will regard me as you.

"I will gradually guide them to believe in death.

"The glory of the Death God Empire will return to your land!

"Women are so stupid!

"Hey hey hey..."

"Hello,"

Meng Fei tried his best not to listen to the clown-like smile, grabbed the goddess's shoulders and shook her.

"Let me die.

"When I die, the time spiral can be reset, and everything can be restarted. There is no need to go to this point.

"If I can't pull this thing out, then I will commit suicide!"

"Time spiral?"

The goddess seemed to have received some kind of hint, and there was something strange in her eyes.

"You are right, I should set up a time spiral here."

After speaking, she drew spiral circles on the ground with her fingers.

Dark blue lines appeared on the ground, spread out violently, and then disappeared in a flash.

"If there is enough power of order in the future, maybe we can come back and change everything."

"Hey, did you listen to me?

"If you don't get this thing out, I will have no choice but to commit suicide!"

"suicide?"

A flash of anger flashed in the goddess's eyes.

"This death curse was originally meant to kill me, so it will be implemented when I die, right? Since I can't pull it out, I will commit suicide.

"Why do you want to die for me?"

Meng Fei pulled out his dagger from his boots and pointed it directly at his neck.

But his arm was numbed by the surge of electricity.

Qingmang reached out and grabbed his collar.

"Can you please stop fussing?

"Do you know how important you are?

"Even if all the people in the world are put together, you are not as important as you."

"Why?"

"Because I am your wife! You amnesiac man!"

Qingmang pushed him back. If she hadn't been entangled by the death curse and couldn't exert her strength, Meng Fei might have been thrown away.

"Do you know how much effort I put into restoring your memory?

"Death? You will lose your memory again!

"It's just amnesia."

Qingmang rolled his eyes at him.

"You're looking for another woman!"

What the hell...

Qingmang is He Ma's wife? Then He Ma lost his memory? This is a family soap opera.

He Ma has indeed lost his memory before the Great God War seven years ago, but what does this He Ma have to do with me, Meng Fei?

Wait, if Qingmang is He Ma's wife, and I am He Ma's descendant, wouldn't it mean that? Qingmang is my wife?

No, there's something wrong with that. Not to mention that I am just a time-traveled Meng Fei. Even if I am the real Meng Fei, things in the past life may not necessarily be the same as things in the future.

For example, Xiaoluo is He Ma's maid and wife in this life, but Xiao Han's relationship with him a thousand years later is not so close.

During this period of tugging, Qingmang's veil has fallen off.

Only then did Meng Fei notice her face.

Damn it, isn’t this?

No, this is not it.

But it's very similar.

Is this a severely beautified version of Ai Ting?

The face of Qingmang Goddess is the same as Ai Ting's, which can be described as "minimalist" beauty.

Extremely simple lines, lightly outlined, no makeup, no accessories, no icing on the cake, as if she is beauty itself.

Natural, pure, as flawless and pure as pure crystal.

But Ai Ting's face has more of a human spirit.

She has been exposed to the sun and wind, so there are spots on her face.

She had troubles, so she had vertical lines carved between her eyebrows.

She sometimes works overtime like crazy, so her eyes are bloodshot.

The proportions of her facial features have not been precisely corrected and adjusted to such a perfect level.

And her hair isn't that long either. Sometimes there is no time to take care of it carefully, and it will be a bit messy.

In short, although she is already very beautiful, she is not a god, just a mortal.

Erase all her blemishes, make master-level fine-tuning of her facial bones, grow her hair long and get an ion perm, which will give her a green look.

"You...are you Ai Ting?"

"Who is Ai Ting?"

The goddess looked into his eyes warily.

"Oh, sorry.

"I got the wrong person."

Meng Fei hurriedly excused himself.

What is the relationship between Ai Ting and Qingmang?

At this time, Meng Fei was actually speechless. His feeling can be described as follows:

You struck up a conversation with a goddess by chance and hard work on the road, and at the same time, you felt filled with a sense of luck that your wife hadn't discovered you.

But when the goddess looked back and smiled, you realized that the person I was chatting with was my wife who had put on makeup!

Surprise or not?

Shocked or not?

At this time, the figure of the God of Death, who was struck by lightning, had stabilized again, and there was a long sickle in his hand.

“Hehehe, since you all want to die, why not just die together.

"I will keep you together on my scythe forever, never to be separated again.

“The divine pet, coupled with the goddess of life, I like this kind of happy ending the most!

"There is no limit to the number of times my death curse can be cast."

He waved the scythe again.

Qing Mang seemed to feel something and suddenly pulled Meng Fei's collar away.

"Humph, not only did you find other women, you also found more than one!"

Meng Fei looked down and saw a trace of sparkling red feathers on his chest.

All this was actually foreseeable by Qingmang.

Among the many branches she set up, she had already seen the God of Death's calculations and endings similar to the one before her.

The God of Death's calculation is perfect. He Ma is indeed her most unsolvable death curse. Using He Ma to resurrect is the most correct choice.

Qingmang glared at him weakly and said:

"Call her out and let her destroy the god of death.

“I really can’t care about you at this time.

“But after a thousand years, I will recreate my living body.

"See you then."