Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 397: Each one busy in the same room, the yin and yang intertwined and the love

Shen Qingzhu looked at Jiu Xidi who had fallen to the ground. He helped Jiu Xidi up with great effort.

He carried her to the bed with staggering steps, his movements exaggerated as if he was carrying a mountain.

He kept muttering, "Oh, it's really heavy. It seems the food is good and I've gained a lot of weight."

San Xidi appeared at the door without knowing when, his brows were furrowed.

He reached out and felt Jiu Xidi's pulse.

His expression grew increasingly serious. "My mental power is so severely overdrawn. It seems that activating the altar consumes more energy than expected."

"Humph, with this little ability, you still dream of becoming a God Slayer. You really overestimate your own abilities."

Qi Xidi walked in at some point, his tone full of disdain and ridicule, like a keyboard warrior who had finally found a point to criticize.

"Seventh Order, watch your words! Ninth Order has done his best to activate the altar. How can you say that to him?"

Shen Qingzhu immediately stood up to defend Jiu Xidi, and her indignant look was like an old hen protecting her chicks.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. San Xidi waved his hand, interrupting the war of words that was about to break out: "Okay, now is not the time to argue."

"Seventh Seat, you and Shen Qingzhu go buy some food to replenish your spiritual power. Remember, get the best."

Qi Xidi snorted coldly and turned to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to say: "What a waste of resources."

Shen Qingzhu nodded respectfully to the third-place seat, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and it was unknown what evil plan he was up to.

At the same time, in the underground laboratory of the manor, An Yuqing was concentrating on performing delicate operations on the "work" on the test bench.

Holding a pair of micro laser scissors, she carefully cut open a layer of skin as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing the mechanical structure underneath that gleamed with metallic luster.

In the corner of the laboratory, Jiang Er'er's soul was floating quietly, watching An Yuqing's every move with curiosity.

As if noticing Jiang Er'er's gaze, An Yuqing raised her head and smiled at her.

Realizing that Jiang Er'er couldn't speak, An Yuqing took out an old MP3 from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Er'er.

Jiang Er'er tentatively connected her consciousness to the MP3 player and adjusted it a few times. Then, a more realistic and full-bodied voice rang out in the laboratory: "What are you doing?"

An Yuqing pointed to the body being repaired on the test bench and explained, "I'm helping you repair your body so that you can regain your physical form."

She paused, then added, "Eternal life is not out of reach, and fate is not set in stone."

Jiang Er'er looked at the body on the test bench that was exactly the same as her own.

An indescribable uneasiness suddenly surged in her heart, and she slowly said: "But..."

Jiang Er'er's wandering gaze fell on the broken body on the test bench.

The broken skin and exposed metal bones made her feel a chill.

"Are you sure... this is 'repairing'?" Jiang Er's voice came through the MP3 player, with a hint of disbelief.

An Yuqing chuckled like a child who had succeeded in a prank.

"Of course not! Just putting the parts together isn't enough. I have to restore it to its former glory and beauty!"

As she spoke, her hands kept moving, deftly manipulating various precision instruments.

The laser welding gun in her hand was like a paintbrush, flying between metal and flesh.

"Why... do you have to go to this extent?" Jiang Er'er was puzzled.

"Because I promised you."

An Yuqing said as a matter of course,

"I need to bring you back to life! Besides, what's the point of simply putting limbs back together?"

"To bring a dead body back to life, that's the real challenge!"

There was a glint of excitement in her eyes, like a child who had discovered a new toy.

Jiang Er'er was moved by her simple purpose, and a warm feeling surged in her heart.

It turns out that there are people who really care about her life or death.

She floated to An Yuqing's side, and gently stroked An Yuqing's face with her illusory hand, "Thank you..."

"So, can I really live forever?" Jiang Er'er's voice trembled slightly.

An Yuqing smiled cunningly, "As long as I am alive, you will not die."

Jiang Er'er was silent, eternal life...

It sounds great, but what's the point if you're stuck in one place like a prisoner?

"I... don't want to live forever,"

Jiang Er'er's voice was low, "I don't want to be your appendage."

An Yuqing stopped what he was doing, raised his head, and looked at Jiang Er'er seriously, "My name is An Yuqing."

"Jiang Er'er."

An Yuqing stretched out his hand and gently held Jiang Er'er's empty hand.

In an instant, Jiang Er'er felt an electric current running through her body, and a wonderful connection connected them together.

Jiang Er'er smiled helplessly. Fate was so fickle. She bitterly accepted this reality and the fate of being tied to An Yuqing.

An Yuqing suddenly moved closer to Jiang Er'er and asked mysteriously, "Jiang Er'er, you were..."