Sister, look at him!

Chapter 417: Spiritual Resurrection The Strongest Heroic Spirit of the Villain in the Text 5

He Qingwan in the lounge turned her head and met Nezha's eyes outside the lounge. She opened her mouth and was about to speak when a vast number of settings flooded into her mind. At the same time, the Fire Spear appeared in front of her.

From countless memories, He Qingwan found the process of his acquaintance with Nezha.

They fought from the South Gate of Heaven to the Lingxiao Palace.

OK OK.

He Qingwan was so angry that he laughed. He raised his hand and summoned a sword to block the fire spear.

Seeing He Qingwan using the sword, Nezha put away his Fire Spear and a sword appeared in his hand as well.

Both of them were proud and arrogant, neither of them would give in to the other, and in a short while, the house was in a mess.

As the fight went on, He Qingwan became so angry that he raised his hand and threw out a scroll of painting, which contained Nezha and himself.

Chu Changfeng walked over quickly, put away the painting and held it in his arms. He looked around vigilantly and said in a cold voice, "Please leave first. I will wait for my cousin here."

A young teacher wanted to ask the reason, but was stopped by another older teacher.

The older teacher raised his chin and motioned the younger teacher to look at the door.

At some point, the staff member who had been guarding the lounge door had disappeared.

The young teacher realized it later and his face turned pale.

How could he forget that the Chu family's eyes were everywhere in this college? This man left suddenly, probably to find the principal.

Seeing that the junior understood what he meant, the older teacher said calmly, "Let's go. This is not something we should ask."

……

The flow of time in the scroll was different. While only a few minutes had passed outside, the two people inside had been fighting for seven days and seven nights.

The eight-armed Nezha with three heads and nine eyes, and the six-armed Tianji covered with magic weapons.

"I don't want to fight anymore!" He Qingwan was tired. She shouted and was the first to stop. The shiny sword stopped abruptly, only a hair's length away from her neck.

She seemed unaware of the danger and simply fell to the ground, lying relaxed on the grass.

Nezha snorted coldly, and also landed, sitting beside her. He bent one leg, put his arm on it, and stared into the distance in a daze.

After a long time, so long that He Qingwan was about to fall asleep, Nezha spoke.

"who are you?"

He Qingwan turned over and faced away from him, "It depends on what you think."

Nezha was annoyed by her attitude and couldn't help but say loudly, "You seem to have a close relationship with everyone, but after digging deeper, those relationships are dispensable."

Nezha frowned, "And me, I clearly have no feelings for you, why do I..."

Why do they love each other so much in my memory?

"Because it's fate. Fate brings us together and separates us." He Qingwan said casually. It was said in the setting that they were constantly entangled and in love because of fate.

"This is exactly the most untenable excuse." Nezha clenched his fists, "My fate is in my own hands."

Not until he heard these words did He Qingwan open his eyes, sit up straight and look at him.

She looked indifferent, her eyes full of evil amusement, "But you are still with me, Nezha, you believe in fate."

Nezha was stimulated by her words, and the Qiankun Circle appeared when he raised his hand.

The golden circle turned and finally became the size of a bracelet and was obediently slipped onto He Qingwan's wrist.

He Qingwan raised his hand to show him off, "See? This is destiny, Nezha. No matter if it's you or the magic weapon you control, they will not be willing to hurt me because of destiny."

Nonsense!

Nezha became furious and threw out his demon-slaying sword. Dozens of swords shot towards He Qingwan like rain.

He Qingwan did not dodge or evade, but just looked at Nezha with a wicked smile.

The tip of the sword stayed three inches away from He Qingwan. No matter how much Nezha ordered, the Demon-Slaying Sword could not move forward even a single step.

Nezha was born to be a handsome young man, and his frustrated look at the moment made the conscienceless He Qingwan feel a little soft-hearted.

"Nezha, I might as well be frank. There has never been love between us. Love is just an illusion." He Qingwan pointed to the top of his head. "If that person wants to see it, I will perform it for him. Now that we are here, he can't see it anymore, so we naturally don't need to perform anymore."

Nezha's whole body trembled, and the doubts that had been shrouded in fog were suddenly resolved.

After a long while, he looked at He Qingwan in doubt and asked in a hoarse voice, "When did you find out?"

He Qingwan's tone was unpredictable, "That's not important. What's important is, Nezha, have you figured it out?"

Nezha lowered his head and remained silent.

He Qingwan raised his hand, and the beautiful scenery around him dissipated like smoke, and a carved door appeared in front of the two.

"Let's go once you've figured it out."

After that, she took the lead and walked forward.

As soon as he took a step, Nezha also moved. He Qingwan paused and waited for him for a few breaths. The two walked out of the small world in the scroll side by side.

Outside, Chu Changfeng was still waiting. It had been less than ten minutes since the two of them entered.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two people coming out.

Walking towards He Qingwan with an apologetic look on his face, he apologized, "I just wanted to try and see if it works..."

"It worked, didn't it?" He Qingwan patted his shoulder, "I'll forgive you this time, cousin."

Chu Changfeng felt goosebumps all over his body when she called him, and felt a slight chill on his back.

Calling him like this suddenly must be bad news.

He laughed awkwardly twice, "Well, the teachers are leaving first, I'll take you to the dormitory."

He Qingwan didn't say anything, just nodded, and then looked at Chu Changfeng with a meaningful look.

Chu Changfeng felt guilty when she looked at him, so he turned his gaze to Nezha, "Great God of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly..."

"Just call him Nezha or the Third Prince." He Qingwan interrupted Chu Changfeng, "It's hard to come up with such a long name."

Nezha crossed his arms and snorted, agreeing with He Qingwan's way of calling him.

Chu Changfeng clasped his fists towards Nezha, "Your Highness the Third Prince, my name is Chu Changfeng..."

In the next ten long minutes, Chu Changfeng briefly introduced the current situation to Nezha.

Nezha had already figured out something from the current situation and He Qingwan's words. He thought he was prepared, but when he heard Chu Changfeng's extremely detailed explanation, he was still distracted for a moment.

"I understand." Nezha nodded, "Call me if you need anything."

The next moment, the flames burned and Nezha disappeared.

Chu Changfeng breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder He Qingwan said that he was an evil god. He summoned many gods, but none of them was as cold and hard as Nezha.

Aren’t all gods compassionate?