After Marrying the Evil God

Chapter 43 Qi Ye

Fu Mingye certainly noticed such intense magic fluctuations when the Demon King cast a spell.

He didn’t know which shot fell on his Cha Cha. Fu Mingye originally didn’t want to be nosy, but felt uneasy for no reason, and there was a tingling pain in his eyebrows.

He subconsciously wanted to call Chacha to ask about Chacha’s safety.

Unexpectedly, the phone was connected, and there was a faint cry of tea from the other end.

“Sir, I hurt…”

With just one sound, Fu Mingye’s heart was clenched, and his heart ached badly.

He wanted to ask what happened, where is the tea, he went over immediately, but in the next second there was a beep that the other party had hung up.

After calling back again, there was no connection, Fu Mingye couldn’t sit still, and immediately thought of the abnormal magic fluctuation just now, and followed the direction to find it.

Seeing the broken mobile phone on the ground, Fu Mingye’s eyes instantly showed killing intent: “Where is he?”

“Didn’t you say that you haven’t seen it?” Pascal rolled his eyes, “But if you are talking about the owner of this phone…”

He smiled badly: “I broke his bones in his whole body and he is dead…”

Before he finished his words, a thick black mist hit him fiercely.

Pascal smelled the smell, and his eyes gleamed with excitement: “Are you the evil **** of this world? This power is full of evil smells, and it’s a great tonic for me.”

He inhaled all the black mist, Pascal sighed comfortably: “More. It’s really no effort. I happen to be short of a dark god, and you will automatically send it to the door.”

Fu Mingye’s eyes flushed: “Give him back to me!”

He was trembling with anger: “He is mine…you can’t move him…”

“Can’t move him? This seems a bit familiar.” Pascal deliberately pretended to think about it, “Oh, remembering that, he said the same when he answered your phone just now, and he told me not to move you. That tone of voice I I was not very happy, so I killed him. Look at you, he has let me let you go at the cost of his life. Why do you even send it to the door yourself?”

“To shut up!”

“You are so excited, isn’t it because you are in love with him?” Pascal seemed to have discovered some amazing anecdote, “Cthulhu knows how to love?”

“…”

“What a childish boy.” Pascal shook his head, feeling a little bored. The one in front of him was much younger than the one just now, and he was not interested in playing with a few new deities.

“Any whole world has light and darkness, righteousness and evil. You are the evil **** of this world. Of course, you are born to not understand love, only plundering and possessiveness. You are the same as me, how can you love him? , I think you just want to get on him, right? You have to make a gentle lover’s affection and cheat him very hard, right?” Paskel sighed, “Why suppress yourself? Release your nature, you will Live happier.”

Of course, the devil would not be an innocent virgin. He slept all over the witch in hell, using those bed partners as tools for venting and desire, and never knew what his true heart was.

He didn’t think that the creatures of the dark line would understand this ridiculous taste. No need, no need.

“How can I be the same as you. Don’t put gold on your face.” Fu Mingye glared at him with red eyes, “You are not allowed to insult Chacha, I will break your corpse!”

A large amount of divine power was condensed in his hand, and the sky was overwhelming to attack Pasker. The thick black fog contained a powerful aura, as if it could swallow everything.

Pascal waved his hand gently, and the black mist was instantly dissipated, and a red light hit Fu Mingye, immediately knocking him to the ground.

Fu Mingye’s eyes went dark and fainted.

…It’s really fierce like a tiger when he let go of his ruthless words, and his combat power is 0.5.

In the face of absolute strength gap, talent and hard work are nothing.

Besides, Lord Cthulhu didn’t work hard at all, and he was very lazy.

“Look at you, it’s really shameful to the evil camp. When did we have an infatuated species?” Paskel shook his head. It will definitely make its best use.”

As he said, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to seize the godhead of the evil god.

…However, after a long time, there was no response.

He couldn’t see Fu Mingye’s godhead.

How is this going?

There are only two situations in which you can’t see the godhead. One is that the opponent is not a god, and the other is that the opponent is stronger than oneself.

But the Cthulhu in front of him is undoubtedly a god, and the fighting power belongs to the five scum of war in Pasker’s eyes.

Why can’t he see it?

If you can’t see it, you can’t dig out.

With just such a step, he is really unwilling to give up now.

Pascal was puzzled, and while he was thinking about it, a sharp pain came from his heart.

The Cthulhu who fainted on the ground did not know when he opened his eyes, and his black eyes were calm and scary.

He turned into a silver blade, and without hesitation, he went through Pascal’s heart, moving quickly and accurately.

Pascal stared at his empty heart in disbelief: “How could…”

How can an evil **** on a new plane hurt him?

Qi Ye stood up slowly, her black eyes lightly raised, and he pulled out his heart in front of him, squeezing it into a cloud of blood.

Pascal watched, eyes full of disbelief.

He was forced to watch Qi Ye stabbing the silver blade in again, and turned around, turning his internal organs into mud and blood, but he was frozen and unable to move, and he was suffering from heartache.

When the power to imprison the body disappeared, Paskel immediately half-kneeled on the ground, cold sweat, so painful that he couldn’t scream out.

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The devil won’t die because his heart is dug out, but…

This is so **** painful!

“Let me release my nature.” Qi Ye looked condescendingly into his eyes, and pulled out the silver blade, smiling but not smiling, “I’m afraid you will die.”

Pascal hadn’t felt such a strong sense of pressure for a long time, his back trembled slightly, and he didn’t even dare to spread his wings.

Even Herman, they are evenly matched. After Herman became a god, he was slightly better than him, but the difference was visible to the naked eye.

Unlike this one…unfathomable.

It was completely different from the weak breath just now.

Herman is already infinitely close to the existence of the main god, and can’t bring him such a powerful coercion. Who is he? Why does a new plane give birth to a strong **** close to the main **** level?

No one answered Pascal’s question.

“You hurt him.” Qi Ye stared at him yinly, “I have been looking for you for a long time.”

When the room was quiet again, the Demon King’s red eyes were cut off, the devil’s horns were broken off, and the black wings were shaved so that only a skeleton was left. There was no feather left, and it became a genuine bone wing.

The empty shell knelt on the ground, and quickly turned into powder with its soul.

Number 108 in the world.

Herman was pacing up and down in heaven, in a hurry.

The world numbered 999 is a new world. The gods there must not be able to beat Paskel, and he can’t pass. He must consider asking the main **** for help…

It’s just that the Lord God takes care of everything every day, I’m afraid there is no time to take care of it.

Herman still intends to give it a try.

Just about to send a message to the main god, he suddenly received a response from the 999 plane.

Celestial God: Your honorable Cthulhu, our plane demon King Pasker has escaped to your territory. Pascal is powerful, so be sure not to go head-to-head with him. I will try my best to ask the Lord God for assistance. Please be careful.

Cthulhu: [Auto Reply] Do not disturb.

Cthulhu: Killed

There are three very cold words without a punctuation mark.

Herman: “…”

whatthefuck!

His eyes widened and he almost jumped up.

This is a new plane, right? !

He and Pascal have been able to control each other for hundreds of millions of years, this this…

what’s going on?

After Qi Ye dealt with Pascal, he opened the curtain and looked down.

The boy was curled up on the ground, his skin was white as snow, his lips were bright red, his white eyelashes were long, and his appearance was very beautiful.

The blood stains on his body looked shocking.

Qi Ye was startled, and squatted down in a hurry to detect his injuries.

…The veins and bones are all broken.

“It’s cheaper for him!” Qi Ye looked gloomy, clenched his fists, and it took a while to repress the tumbling killing intent.

He looked at the bruised boy and felt very distressed.

“So you were hurt so badly…”

Qi Ye lowered his eyes, his tone of helplessness and gentleness: “Every time I see you, you make yourself like this. It really…makes me worry.”

“At this stage, Qi Ye is too weak to protect you. You can’t even see your identity. It’s useless except loving you.” Qi Ye was treating him while breaking thoughts, “Useless things, I am mad at me. Up.”

“Chacha don’t dislike him, he will become me to protect you.”

“You said that without the heart of keeping the world, there is no way to become a god. But Chacha,” Qi Ye gently stroked his cheek, “I don’t want to be the patron saint of the world, I can only protect your heart.”

The godhead of Cthulhu tends to be destroyed and does not have medical attributes.

…But the Lord Godhead can be omnipotent.

Xueshen’s injury quickly recovered most of the time under the divine power treatment, and the young man no longer frowned in pain.

Qi Ye watched him for a long time, bowed his head and kissed Xuecha’s forehead: “I will be waiting for you in the future.”

Qi Baicha was in the hospital ward when she woke up.

There was a drip on the back of his hand, a bandage was wrapped around his arm, and the tip of his nose smelled of disinfectant.

Fu Mingye was sitting on the bedside and peeling apples.

For a moment, Qi Baicha thought he had hallucinations.

He didn’t know what would happen to the gods after he died, he should be completely destroyed, dissipated in the heavens and the earth, and could not go anywhere.

Why can I still see Mr. Fu?

The feeling of being invaded between the eyebrows was so clear that he would never forget the splitting headache at that time. Why is his godhead still? Who can save him from the Demon King?

These questions were all left behind when Qi Baicha saw Fu Mingye.

He has only one thought.

It’s great to see Mr. Fu again.

When Fu Mingye saw Qi Baicha wake up, his expression was happy: “Is there anything uncomfortable? Doesn’t it hurt?”

The youth threw directly into his arms.

Fu Mingye was startled, and subconsciously pointed the tip of the fruit knife in his direction, so that Qi Baicha would not be hurt.

“It’s okay, it’s okay for tea.” Fu Mingye hugged him to comfort.

“Eat apples, give them. Apples are sweet and happy.”

Qi Baicha couldn’t take care of the apple, and lay on his shoulder, his voice trembling slightly: “Mr. Fu…”

“I’m here, I’m here.” Fu Mingye gently held his hand.

Qi Baicha got out of control when he heard Fu Mingye’s voice. He was ready to fall, and he took that call as the last chance to hear Mr. Fu’s voice. He should have gone to death calmly.

But he was really sad. He still wants to live a little longer, and he wants to spend his life with Mr. Fu.

He loves Mr. Fu so much, and when he thinks of life and death, he is so uncomfortable to collapse.

Suddenly lost and regained, in addition to joy, it is more fearful.

He had imagined countless times what he would do after Mr. Fu died of his life. At the time of real life and death, I discovered that all psychological preparations were in vain.

He does not accept it.

He does not accept separation from Mr. Fu.

“Sorry, I didn’t protect you.” Fu Mingye hugged him carefully, “You have a few fractures on your body, don’t move too much.”

fracture?

Qi Baicha can still remember the agony at that time.

In human terms, the devil’s blow should have caused his muscles and veins to be broken, and his whole body comminuted fractures.

But now he is fine, only the arms and calves are bandaged in three places, and he can’t feel any pain at all.

The injury is much lighter than expected.

…Is the level of human treatment that high? Or did he remember something wrong?

“After I passed out… what happened?”

“I called you. After you finished saying that sentence, I suddenly hung up and I started to worry. I used my mobile phone to locate you. When I arrived, I saw you and two other women fainted on the ground, and the murderer escaped. They ran away. It’s okay, it’s just faint, only you have broken multiple fractures.” Fu Mingye asked worriedly, “Does it still hurt?”

God knows that when he rushed to the scene to find the injured and unconscious young man, his mentality exploded, and he wished to find the murderer.

But so far I have not found out who did it.

He has never hated his powerlessness so much.

Qi Baicha frowned.

Did Paskell temporarily give up killing him?

Pascal, who has already been promoted to the point that there are no ashes left: “…”

No, it was your dear who killed me when the big opener came.

Seeing Qi Baicha frowned, Fu Mingye immediately looked nervous: “Is it hurting again?”

Qi Baicha leaned tiredly in Fu Mingye’s arms and said softly, “It hurts.”

“I’ll call a doctor…”

“It’s not a wound.” Qi Baicha pointed to her heart, “It’s distressed.”

“Thinking that if I never see Mr. Fu again, it hurts very much here.”

Fu Mingye whispered: “I feel more distressed.”

When he came to the hospital with Qi Baicha in his arms, he frightened others, thinking that he was here to seek revenge.

Fu Mingye’s expression was terrifying at the time.

He tried to treat Qi Baicha’s injury with divine power at the scene, but he couldn’t treat it. He guessed that Chacha should be non-human, which could explain why he couldn’t find the murderer afterwards.

If caught by him, he will definitely cut him a thousand swords and wipe it out.