My Demon Queen

Chapter 399: Tender Mo Qingcheng

As soon as Mo Ruxue finished speaking, she felt her palm suddenly become empty, as if an invisible force was suddenly withdrawing.

Mo Ruxue was not surprised, but just calmly watched her sister disappear like smoke, leaving no trace.

The formation that Ye An had set up to protect them seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand.

With a slight "crackling" sound, the formation turned into star fragments all over the sky, slowly falling to the ground.

On the battlefield, the Land Shield 3000 close-in defense cannon that Ye An constructed with a formation was like an unattended killing machine, slaughtering everyone.

And the aiming and tracking functions that Ye An had given it before he fainted, every turn of it, the flames and energy spewing out of the muzzle, ruthlessly reaped lives like the scythe of the god of death.

Hundreds of disciples didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were torn into pieces in an instant.

Blood filled the air like fog, broken limbs and arms were splattered everywhere, the smell of blood and burnt mixed together was sickening, as if this world had turned into hell.

Dao Wuchen and Confucius witnessed this scene, their faces so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of them.

They knew very well that if they allowed this killing machine to wreak havoc, the disciples of the three holy places would be wiped out.

Dao Wuchen took a deep breath, his clothes rustled, and the spiritual energy around his body gathered madly like a surging tide.

Gradually, a terrifying sword energy that seemed to be able to split the sky and the earth took shape. The space around the sword energy was distorted and deformed due to the extreme compression of energy, making a "sizzling" sound.

Confucius shouted loudly and pushed his palms forward, and a layer of shield emitting golden light quickly expanded.

The two figures were as fast as lightning, rushing towards the Land Shield 3000 close-in defense gun with a force that could destroy the world.

In an instant, there was a loud bang that shook the earth, and the light was so bright that people could not open their eyes.

The modern weapon forged by spiritual power exploded like fragile glass under Dao Wuchen's full-strength attack.

The violent shock wave was like a raging tsunami, which blew Ye An away with overwhelming force.

Confucius and Dao Wuchen did not dare to breathe for a moment, for they knew that Ye An was the key to this battle.

The two men's eyes met, and they both saw the determination to kill in each other's eyes.

The sword in Dao Wuchen's hand hummed, and runes on the sword body flickered, as if cheering for the impending killing.

Confucius made seals with his hands, and a bright light shone around him, like a dazzling sun.

The attack they gathered seemed to be able to pierce through the void.

Just when the fatal blow was about to touch Ye An, a purple figure seemed to come through time and space.

Mo Qingcheng held Ye An's waist with one hand like an iron clamp, and held the long sword surrounded by purple lightning in her right hand.

She stood with her sword in her hand, her pair of indifferent red eyes, like the eyes of a demon from the Nine Nether Hell, staring coldly at Dao Wuchen and Confucius.

The chill in that gaze made the two of them feel as if struck by lightning. Their souls trembled, as if they were in an endless ice cellar for an instant, and the blood in their bodies almost solidified.

Although Mo Qingcheng successfully blocked the fatal blow, her body was in a state of extreme fatigue because she had just cleared her inner demons, and she was unable to completely resist the full-force counterattack of the two Half-Step Ascension Realm powerhouses.

At this moment, Mo Ruxue arrived like a god sent from heaven.

Protect Mo Qingcheng and Ye An behind him.

"Ruxue, do it." Mo Qingcheng said calmly.

"Okay, sister, you two take a rest first."

After Mo Ruxue finished speaking, a red spear instantly appeared in her palm, and flames rose from the spear.

The burning flames were like a fire dragon with flames rolling all over its body, tightly surrounding Mo Ruxue. Her figure was looming in the flames, like the master of fire.

"Now, the offense and defense have changed..."

Mo Ruxue's voice was crisp but cold, like a sharp dagger, cutting through the tense air.

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed towards Dao Wuchen and Kong Fuzi like a flash of fiery red lightning.

Mo Qingcheng held the unconscious Ye An in her arms, her face still as indifferent as a glacier that had not melted for thousands of years, but her slightly trembling hands quietly revealed her inner worries.

Her fingers gently touched Ye An's cheek, the touch was as soft as silk, yet seemed to be filled with endless caution.

She tried to wipe off the shocking bloodstains, but the bloodstains seemed to be against her. Every time she wiped off a trace, it would stretch a little longer under the sliding of her fingertips.

The bright red bloodstains were particularly glaring on Ye An's pale face, like sharp blades, piercing Mo Qingcheng's heart.

Her movements became increasingly gentle, and each one was as if she were treating the most precious treasure in the world, her heart filled with care and love.

"Ye An...husband, I'm by your side, open your eyes and look at me..."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was very soft, with a slight tremor, and a barely perceptible sob in its coldness.

A crystal clear teardrop, as if condensed with all the deep affection, slowly slid down from the corner of Mo Qingcheng's eye.

It fell on Ye An's face, splashing a tiny tear.

This demon queen, who was so famous and whose power and beauty were unrivaled in the world, abandoned all her dignity and aloofness and shed tears of deep affection for the sake of her beloved.

There was no wailing at the top of one's voice, but only calm tears that rolled down from the corners of his eyes, slid across his perfect jaw like mutton-fat jade, and dripped onto Ye An's face stained with blood.

Mo Qingcheng seemed to have forgotten all the troubles in the outside world, with only Ye An in her eyes.

Her world seemed to have stopped at this moment, leaving only their figures clinging to each other, and time seemed to have stopped because of this deep affection.

Perhaps it was those affectionate tears, containing endless love and longing, that awakened Ye An from his coma.

His eyelids trembled slightly, as if two invisible hands were gently pulling them.

Mo Qingcheng noticed this subtle change instantly.

Mo Qingcheng was filled with joy and she quickly lowered her head. Her focused eyes seemed to engrave Ye An's face deeply into her soul.

However, the moment he lowered his head, the tears that slid down fell squarely on Ye An's eyelids.

Ye An felt the damp heat in his coma, as if he heard a call from the other side of the world, and tried hard to open his eyes.

But he only felt that his eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if they were pressed down by two huge mountains.

He used all his strength to barely open a gap as thin as a hair.

The blurry purple figure came into his sight.

"Wife...?"

He called out weakly, his voice as light as a falling feather.

"I'm here, I'm here, husband, I'm here..."

Mo Qingcheng responded excitedly. At this moment, she was no longer the cold-blooded killer who terrified her enemies, but a gentle wife who was looking forward to her husband's awakening.

The joy and excitement in the words brought a hint of tenderness to Mo Qingcheng's indifferent face.

When Ye An heard her voice, the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he wanted to say something, but because he was weak, he could only utter a few words intermittently.

"That's great. It's great that you're alright!"

Mo Qingcheng cried with joy and shook her head desperately, her inky black hair flying.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, and you'll be fine too. When Ruxue comes back, we'll go home."

"Go... home..." Ye An murmured softly, as if he had drawn strength from these two words, and nodded weakly, "Let's... go... home."

When Mo Qingcheng heard this, a relieved smile appeared on her face. That smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, dispelling the haze in her heart.

But just when she was about to look up to check on Mo Ruxue's battle situation.

The sword beside him began to jump violently, as if it sensed a powerful threat.

Mo Qingcheng's face suddenly changed, he turned back and shouted angrily.

"who……"