Seeing Qiu Tu admit defeat, Zhao Ji's lips curled slightly.
But before she could gloat, Qiu Tu said, "Sister Zhao Ji, I know I've committed a heinous cri and I deeply realize my mistakes."
"But... I really don't want to be stabbed to death by a sword."
"You said I could choose my way of dying, right?"
Zhao Ji's eyes narrowed slightly, always feeling that Qiu Tu's words were not going to be pleasant.
Indeed, without waiting for Zhao Ji to ask, Qiu Tu shouted, "Then I hope you can squeeze dry! Squeeze dry ruthlessly!"
"Don't spare any dignity!"
Zhao Ji's eyes glared, her teeth clenched in anger.
But that wasn't the end, Qiu Tu, as if he had given up every hope, shouted, "I just like you! I want to sleep with you! What's wrong with that!"
"You're a woman, I'm a man. I'm unmarried, you're unwed, we don't have any obstacles, what's wrong with having this thought!"
"I!"
"Pft!" Just as Qiu Tu was halfway through his words, suddenly he felt a chill in his chest, making him swallow the rest of his words.
Ti seed to freeze at that mont, he glanced down, and saw a sword tip protruding from his chest.
In that instant, he felt his whole body with goosebumps, with only one thought in mind.
'Finished!'
'Did I ss up?'
With this thought, suddenly that sword slowly withdrew from his body, carrying a few drops of blood.
Just as Qiu Tu breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly!
"Pft!" "Pft!" "Pft!"
The long sword in Zhao Ji's hand turned into shadows, wildly piercing Qiu Tu's body!
Arrows of blood sprayed out, and after the last sword was withdrawn, Qiu Tu's strength was drained, slowly collapsing forward to the ground.
Looking at Qiu Tu's fallen figure, Zhao Ji, as icy as a glacier, looked down at him as if looking at a dead man.
After a mont, Zhao Ji snorted coldly, leaving a sentence, "You owe a life."
The tone was clearly icy cold, but if tasted carefully, sohow there was a hint of coy annoyance.
And after saying this sentence, Zhao Ji vanished from her position in a flash, completely disappearing without a trace.
Once Zhao Ji left, the entire rooftop quieted down for a mont.
Blood rain silently fell, as all godly clones in the city slowly transford under the wash of the blood rain towards the "Boundless Divine Crystal."
Just like that, after five seconds passed, Qiu Tu suddenly awoke!
"Huff! Huff!" He clutched his chest, turned over and got up, gasping heavily. His face full of post-survival terror.
After getting up, he touched his own body...
Covered in blood! But... no wounds!
Moreover... even though Zhao Ji stabbed Qiu Tu with those dozens of swords, he didn't feel a hint of pain?
If not for him clearly rembering the cold touch of those swords in and out of his body, and being covered in blood, he'd probably really think it was all an illusion.
'So....'
'Zhao Ji stabbed with those dozen swords, yet left no wound? Just pure warning?'
Thinking this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but click his tongue.
Every ti he thought he understood Zhao Ji, this woman always brought him new surprises.
Zhao Ji's understanding of the catastrophic being's construction, her control over swordsmanship, definitely reached the pinnacle level.
No wonder she is the legendary Heavenly God who dominated an era.
However, upon thinking this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but also smile.
After all... even though he just said such outrageous things, Zhao Ji, in her anger, stabbed him with a dozen swords, yet didn't harm him...
That clearly indicated, his position in Zhao Ji's heart was already quite unusual.
'Hmph hmph. This ti, you stabbed dozens of tis. Next ti, it'll be my turn to stab you!'
As Qiu Tu thought this.
A buzzing sound rang! A sword pierced through space and landed at Qiu Tu's crotch, pinning him to the ground!
In that instant, Qiu Tu felt a chill at his crotch, gasping in cool air.
At this mont, Zhao Ji's icy voice was also heard.
"Longchuan Ying had a total of 112 Heavenly God-level clones, all refined with the eighth stage deity."
"After she fell, all these clones followed suit. They will gradually transform into 'Boundless Divine Crystal' within 1-2 days."
"I emptied my treasury to pay the price to help you, collect them and give 40 clones."
Upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu quickly responded obediently, "Understood, Sister Zhao Ji!"
Seeing Qiu Tu again pretending to be a good boy, Zhao Ji snorted coldly, then retracted her sword and disappeared once more.
Seeing Zhao Ji's ghostly presence, Qiu Tu couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat.
He realized..... Zhao Ji really liked "peeping"....
It always has been this way, she clearly said she left, but would leave a trace of spiritual power here, to see if anyone was speaking badly of her.
Simply making people cry and laugh.
ntally venting about Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu also put away his joke.
He stood up, on the rooftop, observing the entire Dragon Burying City.
As Zhao Ji left, she had already returned the city's light, so what presented itself before Qiu Tu was a wasteland under the blood rain, and..... scattered godly clones.
Looking at one by one Longchuan Ying's corpses, Qiu Tu's eyes slightly sparkled.
'Struck it rich, struck it rich....'
Despite Qiu Tu having spent a vast amount of resources to pay the price, compared to over a hundred eighth stage deities, and three bodies of Heavenly God/Divine King, it was really nothing.
Even subtracting the "Boundless Divine Crystal" divided to Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu's profit this ti was definitely seven to eight tis.
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