My Demon Queen

Chapter 250 Don't Want to Hurt

After Mu Wushuang said that, she looked at Ye An deeply, then turned around and left resolutely.

The moment she left, the corners of her lips rose slightly. That tiny arc was fleeting, and she soon returned to her usual calm.

Her back seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden, her steps were as light as if she was walking on clouds, and her high ponytail swung with her steps, full of energy and unrestrainedness.

Ye An quietly looked at Mu Wushuang's receding back and sighed helplessly.

He already understood in his heart that Mu Wushuang might have guessed his true identity.

However, what confused him was why Mu Wushuang neither exposed him nor questioned him, but just said calmly, "Wait for me in the finals."

"It looks good?" An indifferent voice came quietly from behind Ye An. The voice was like a thunder, which made Ye An's body tremble instantly.

He turned around tremblingly, and what he saw was an ordinary face, but those eyes were so cold that they were frightening.

"My dear wife, why are you here?" Ye An said tremblingly, his voice full of surprise and joy.

"See if you are dead or not." Mo Qingcheng said expressionlessly, but there was a hint of imperceptible concern in her tone.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng's hard-mouthed but soft-hearted appearance, and secretly laughed in his heart. Then he took Mo Qingcheng's little hand and said in a wronged tone: "I'm almost dying. It hurts so much. I need a kiss and a hug."

Mo Qingcheng glared at Ye An with disdain, but did not refuse and allowed Ye An to lean on her.

Her eyes fell on Ye An, and seeing his charred clothes and the shocking wounds on his face, she felt a pang of heartache in her heart.

At this time, everyone's attention turned to Feng Jiutian, who was being rescued by the people of the Phoenix Clan.

Feng Jiutian's sister Feng Qingqing was glaring at Ye An with her eyes wide open. When she saw Mo Qingcheng looking at her, her eyes were full of resentment.

Mo Qingcheng took it all in calmly, thinking to himself, "Looking for death"

"Does it hurt?" Mo Qingcheng gently stroked the wound on Ye An's face and asked softly.

Ye An looked up at Mo Qingcheng's ordinary face, as if through this layer of disguise, he saw her beautiful face gazing at him gently.

"It doesn't hurt. With you by my side, I don't feel any pain at all." Ye An hugged Mo Qingcheng tightly and said softly, his eyes full of affection.

Mo Qingcheng nodded slightly, his eyes fell on the bloodstains on his hands, and he felt melancholy in his heart.

She knew that she had not absorbed the essence of life for four months, and the damaged essence of life was now beginning to slowly crack.

When Ye An saw Mo Qingcheng staring at the blood on her hand in a daze, he understood her situation.

"Little monk, Susu, go find a place to heal your wounds. I'll go ahead."

Ye An shouted to Wuyou and the other two. Then, without hesitation, he turned around, picked up Mo Qingcheng horizontally, and hurriedly left the rest area.

Before You and Su Su could react, they only saw Ye An holding Mo Qingcheng and disappearing quickly.

"Donor Susu, should we follow them?" Wuyou turned and asked Susu, his eyes full of innocence.

Su Su looked at Wuyou's innocent look and found it funny. Didn't she like Wuyou just like this?

"Master Wuyou, it's a couple's business, we'll go later, my injury hasn't healed yet."

Su Su, with a domineering face, spoke to Wuyou in a delicate voice.

Wuyou looked at Susu's delicate appearance, his heart beating fast. He swallowed secretly, recited some Buddhist scriptures silently, and continued to heal Susu.

The scene changed, and Mo Ruxue was sitting leisurely in the yard, watching Xiaorou practicing sword quietly.

The sun shines in the yard, warm and peaceful.

Xiaorou's figure was as light as a swallow, and the sword in her hand danced like a ray of silver light, which was very beautiful.

Mo Ruxue narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying this beautiful day, her heart full of tranquility and peace.

Mo Ruxue was sitting leisurely in the yard, watching Xiaorou practicing sword. The sunlight was shining in the yard, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

However, at this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed, and a sword suddenly stuck into the ground in front of her.

Mo Ruxue's eyes widened instantly, filled with shock.

When she looked closely, her heart suddenly sank. This familiar sword was clearly her sister Mo Qingcheng's weapon.

Mo Ruxue stood up suddenly, holding the hilt of the sword with slightly trembling hands, and the familiar breath instantly enveloped her.

Mo Ruxue's eyes were filled with longing, worry and anxiety.

She instantly realized that her sister Mo Qingcheng was also in Wulin City.

A strong desire rose in her heart, and she was eager to find her sister and make sure she was okay.

Xiao Rou also stopped practicing sword skills and looked at Mo Ruxue and the sword quietly. She could clearly feel the turmoil in Mo Ruxue's heart at the moment.

The sun was still shining warmly in the yard, but Mo Ruxue could not feel any warmth at all. In her heart there was only endless worry for her sister and an eager desire to find her.

"Take me to find my sister, okay?"

Mo Ruxue gently stroked the sword, her eyes full of anticipation, and spoke softly.

However, Taidao shook his head slightly, and then a brilliant purple spiritual power floated out like a flexible ribbon and slowly merged into Mo Ruxue's body.

Mo Ruxue did not resist at all and quietly allowed the spiritual power of the sword to penetrate into her body.

She was full of doubts. Although she was helpless about the arrangements made by her sister and Ye An, she understood where she should go to find her sister under the guidance of this spiritual power.

"I know. Tell my sister I will go."

After Mo Ruxue finished speaking, she patted the sword gently and then threw it hard into the air.

The sword drew a graceful arc in the air and then disappeared.

Xiao Rou looked at Mo Ruxue in confusion and asked, "Master Ruxue, is it Master?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Mo Ruxue's eyes. She looked at Xiaorou strangely, then nodded slightly.

Xiao Rou became even more confused. She tilted her head and looked at Mo Ruxue with a face full of question marks.

"What's wrong, Master Ruxue?" Xiaorou asked curiously.

Mo Ruxue was slightly stunned, and the scene of Ye An disguised himself to participate in the competition emerged in her mind. She thought about what a wonderful scene it would be if Ye An met Xiao Rou in the competition.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a mysterious smile.

"No, Xiaorou, during the competition...just give it your all."

Mo Ruxue's voice was soft but firm, as if carrying an inexplicable expectation.

Although Xiaorou didn't understand why Master Ruxue suddenly said this, she still nodded obediently.

The scene returns to the inn.

Ye An hurried back to the inn carrying Mo Qingcheng and gently placed her on the bed.

Mo Qingcheng's face was slightly pale, and the damage to the source of her life made her breath extremely weak.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng with heartache. Just as he was getting anxious, Mo Qingcheng suddenly and slowly propped himself up and looked at Ye An with a complicated look in his eyes.

She approached Ye An with slight trembling, and finally lay on Ye An's body.

Ye An was slightly startled, and before he could react, Mo Qingcheng bit his neck.

There was a slight stinging pain, but Ye An did not resist at all.

He quietly felt Mo Qingcheng approaching, with only worry and pity for her in his heart.

"Qingcheng, don't hold it in anymore. Just do it when you need it..." Ye An said softly.

Mo Qingcheng hugged Ye An even tighter after hearing this, and at the same time she blamed herself, "I don't want to hurt Ye An, but I have to rely on Ye An's blood to maintain my life. How can I not hurt him and still be by his side?"

[It’s the beginning of the month today, and I’m a little busy. I’ll excuse you all and just take a quick look. I’ll make up for it tomorrow. ]