After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God

Chapter 1078: Si Fuqing: Run (2)

Mu Qingmeng nodded, momentarily dazed. A few seconds later, she regained her senses and hurriedly asked, “Qingqing, have you encountered some tricky situation? Can we help?”

“It’s fine,” Si Fuqing replied, holding Yu Xiheng’s hand. “We’ll be leaving now, but we’ll be back soon.”

Yu Xiheng glanced at her slender, porcelain-white fingers and nodded in agreement.

The two stepped outside.

Si Fuqing’s hand was suddenly grasped, and her waist was held by another hand. His voice was cool. “I’ll take you there.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Brother Nine, are you a space-type evolved being?”

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to severely injure the Pope from a distance.

Yu Xiheng replied, “Just a bit of a connection.”

“Actually, I can help too. Brother Nine, why don’t you let me use your evolved abilities to take you there?” Si Fuqing blinked playfully. “But it wouldn’t be as powerful as if you used it yourself.”

After all, for evolved beings like Yu Xiheng, even if she replicated his ability, it would not be a perfect one-to-one match.

However, when she copied the abilities of evolved beings at a lower level, her own power could surpass theirs.

Yu Xiheng gazed deeply at her. “Don’t use your evolved abilities too much, and don’t share this with anyone, not even those you know.”

Copying such abilities might seem unrelated to psychic, space, and time abilities, but it was considered one of the most terrifying evolved powers.

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To possess such a treasure could be a crime.

There would always be those with ulterior motives.

“I know,” Si Fuqing replied lazily. “You’re not just someone I know; telling you doesn’t matter.”

In her bright eyes, Yu Xiheng found himself at a loss for words, and he chuckled softly. “Fine, I don’t mind.”

Meanwhile, within the Thousand Army Alliance, Ji Qingyao’s breathing had stabilized completely, and JIANG Shuihan finally relaxed.

Xiao Wenjian stepped forward, hands clasped together. “May I ask, Master, is a great disaster about to descend upon us?”

“No need to worry, Alliance Leader,” the monk said. “Everything has its destiny; heavenly secrets should not be disclosed. Ah, my disciple is calling me; please wait a moment.”

He pressed the answer button. “Disciple?”

“Master, I couldn’t buy the candied hawthorn,” the young monk’s voice came through, sounding pitiful as he held his little genius watch. “I even added some of my pocket money to buy you a jar of wine.”

“…”

The room fell silent in an instant.

Everyone present had sharp hearing.

The monk’s expression turned serious. “Disciple, don’t speak carelessly.”

“Master, I’m not being careless!” The young monk sounded anxious. “Monks don’t lie!”

Xiao Wenjian cleared his throat. “Shuihan, you should accompany the Master to Guanghua Temple and donate some incense money.”

The monk’s face immediately lit up with a smile. “Thank you, Alliance Leader.”

**

The Thousand Army Alliance had stationed a guard team in the north of the city, who had already deployed ahead of time, and Yuejian sped over as well.

When Si Fuqing and Yu Xiheng arrived, only Ji Qingwei was left pinned to the ground by the guards.

“We’ve searched; there’s no one else,” Yuejian reported, stepping forward. “However, we’ve collected blood samples and sent them for analysis. We should find something.”

Si Fuqing nodded. “Brother Nine attacked him using his evolved abilities; he must be severely injured.”

Yuejian cast a glance at Yu Xiheng, feeling a surge of respect.

Even she couldn’t guarantee she could confront the godfather and emerge unscathed, yet this man had managed to injure him.

“He’s weak in both offense and defense; he must have used some escape method to evade quickly,” Yu Xiheng said, his expression calm. “But his research into luck is unparalleled.”

No one else could have the ability to steal the luck of the Lady of Luck.

Yuejian pondered this.

No wonder, when he had encountered Ji Qingwei’s godfather, he chose to turn and leave.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kill her; he simply couldn’t.

Si Fuqing took out the third talisman from YUAN Mingchi but, this time, she couldn’t locate the godfather’s position. She frowned. “The talisman has failed.”

Where had the godfather gone?

“Brother Nine, I suspect the Great Xia’s dragon vein has been disturbed; it must be related to him,” Si Fuqing said seriously. “He wants to take my luck, but the Great Xia’s luckfar surpasses mine.”

Yu Xiheng closed his eyes, a glint of killing intent in his gaze. “I understand.”

The Great Xia was a bottom line; so was the girl.

Si Fuqing looked at Yuejian.

Yuejian shook her head slightly.

In other words, the godfather was definitely not from the Free State.

“It’s you again!” Ji Qingwei could no longer hold back, screaming. “This time I’m not taking your fortune; why do you insist on making things difficult for me?”

Si Fuqing finally remembered Ji Qingwei’s existence. She turned her head. “Because Qingyao is my people, understand?”

“But she’s taken something too,” Ji Qingwei’s voice trembled. “What right do you have to treat her so well?”

What she couldn’t accept was that Ji Qingyao had left her far behind and had even been adopted by the leader of the Thousand Army Alliance and his wife as their goddaughter.

In her plans, Ji Qingyao was supposed to be her contrasting group forever.

In the end, she was the most laughable clown.

Si Fuqing crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. “I’m happy.”

Ji Qingwei’s anger boiled over, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

This blood was different from before; it truly wounded her very essence.

Her face turned pale, collapsing to the ground, unable to rise.

Ji Qingwei fell from heaven back to hell.

She had thought the godfather’s appearance would save her, but she had once again been captured by Si Fuqing!

“Did you think that because your godfather ran away, you could escape too?” Si Fuqing slowly lifted her up, her fox-like eyes narrowing slightly. “Run, let me see you try.”