My Demon Queen

Chapter 226 There is a way

When Mo Ruxue heard Bai Feiyu say these words in such a gentle tone, she felt as if she was cast under a spell and instantly froze in place like a wooden sculpture.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, her cherry lips were slightly open, her face full of disbelief, and the red spear in her hand fell to the ground with a clang, raising a small piece of dust on the ground.

After a while, Mo Ruxue came back to her senses as if she had just woken up from a dream.

She looked at Bai Feiyu, her eyes full of panic and anger, her eyebrows twisted tightly into a knot, her lips trembling like leaves in the wind, and she shouted incoherently: "You...you are sick, there is something wrong with your brain, you...I...I have never been here."

After saying that, Mo Ruxue flicked her sleeves, turned around and left, speeding away without looking back. Her footsteps were as fast as the wind, and her sleeves rustled loudly, bringing up a gust of fierce wind.

The figure was like a frightened wild goose, eager to escape from this place of trouble.

Bai Feiyu slowly raised his head at this time, looking at Mo Ruxue's embarrassed figure getting farther and farther away, with infatuated love in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at the spear that fell to the ground, slowly stretched out his right hand, and lightly hooked it with his slender fingers. The spear instantly flew back to his hand obediently.

"Is she cute? I've been with her for so long. Have I protected her well?"

Bai Feiyu gently stroked the spear and asked in a low voice.

The red spear lay quietly in Bai Feiyu's hand, motionless, as if it was also listening to its master's voice.

At this time, in the courtyard.

Xiaorou practiced sword skills over and over again. Her posture was as agile as a dragon, and the sword moved with her body. Every movement was clean and neat, like flowing clouds and water.

Her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat, like dewdrops on lotus leaves in the morning, but she still clenched her teeth, her eyes as firm as torches, and tried hard to consolidate her own cultivation.

Her foundation is still very solid and she can move to the next level at any time.

However, Xiao Rou has been forcibly suppressing her realm and not preparing to improve it, intending to accumulate her strength and then break through to the fusion stage in one fell swoop.

However, forcibly suppressing the improvement of one's realm is actually an extremely painful thing.

The Qi Hai in the body was like a full water tank, constantly leaking out, which also made Xiaorou's forehead covered with sweat.

Her brows were furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on the tip of her nose. The beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks like pearls that had broken off the string.

But Xiaorou still gritted her teeth and persevered, the blue spiritual energy around her continuing to dissipate like dreamy smoke.

"Ok?"

Xiao Rou felt Mo Ruxue's breath and was about to stop when she saw a figure rushing into the room as fast as lightning, and then the door of the room slammed shut.

Xiaorou was a little confused for a moment. She tilted her head and blinked her clear eyes, her face full of confusion. Her beautiful hair fell down as her head tilted, gently brushing her pink cheeks.

In the room, Mo Ruxue quickly covered herself in the quilt, like a frightened ostrich, trying to hide herself.

Mo Ruxue closed her eyes tightly, her brows twisted into a deep knot, and she kept muttering:

"Damn bastard, what does this mean? You are sick, everyone is sick, all men are bad, yes, all men are bastards."

Mo Ruxue cursed over and over in her heart, then slowly poked her head out from under the quilt and took a deep breath, like a drowning person finally emerging from the water.

Mo Ruxue sat cross-legged, placed her hands on her knees, and began to meditate, trying to calm herself.

At this time, Xiaorou gently pushed open the door and carefully poked her little head in. She looked so cute. She opened her big eyes and looked at Mo Ruxue and the messy quilt in confusion.

"Master Ruxue?"

When Mo Ruxue heard Xiaorou's voice, she opened her eyes and saw only Xiaorou's cute and lovely appearance at the door. She instantly forgot about Bai Feiyu and waved to Xiaorou at the door.

"Xiao Rou, come here."

Xiao Rou didn't understand what was going on, but seeing Mo Ruxue's anxious and somewhat mysterious look, she became a little worried, so she walked in with light steps to take a closer look.

But just as Xiaorou reached the bed, Mo Ruxue raised the corner of her lips slightly, a hint of cunning flashed in her eyes, and she grabbed Xiaorou's wrist, and with her other hand quickly pulled open the quilt, wrapping them both together.

"Ah~ Master Ruxue..."

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"Yes, it's delicious."

At this time, Mo Qingcheng's face was slightly red, and she was elegantly holding the bowl and chopsticks to taste the hot pot. She narrowed her eyes slightly, with the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a satisfied expression.

As for Ye An, his clothes were a little messy. He stared at Mo Qingcheng eating with his eyes unblinking, with a silly smile on his lips, as if the whole world only had this person in front of him.

"What are you looking at, you bad guy."

Mo Qingcheng noticed Ye An's gaze, then blushed and glared at Ye An, spat lightly and said, there was both anger and a bit of shyness in her eyes.

"Hehe, my lady is beautiful and delicious."

Ye An was laughing foolishly, leaning forward, resting his hands on the table, and moving his head closer, looking like a pervert.

Mo Qingcheng's cheeks became redder, like a ripe apple, and she ignored Ye An and continued to eat the hot pot. Because the taste of the hot pot was unprecedented and spicy, Mo Qingcheng's pretty face was red and sweat was coming out of her forehead.

While eating, she fanned herself with her hands, her mouth made a constant "hissing" sound, and her small tongue came out from time to time to lick her lips.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng's appearance and chuckled.

Knowing that it was Mo Qingcheng's first time eating it, he prepared some juice early and chilled it using an ice formation to make it more suitable at the moment.

"My lady, it's spicy, drink some juice."

Mo Qingcheng looked at the juice handed to her by Ye An with full of curiosity. She took the cup and took a sip. She felt it was icy, sweet and sour. The spicy feeling disappeared instantly and she felt it was very novel.

"What is this?" Mo Qingcheng asked.

"Iced juice is suitable for drinking when eating hot pot, and it can also be drunk when the weather is hot."

Ye An stirred the food in the pot while explaining to Mo Qingcheng, with a doting smile on his face.

Mo Qingcheng felt that when she was with Ye An, she could always taste and drink something different, so she drank a few more sips.

"Drink slowly, my lady. Be careful not to get upset in your stomach." Ye An said, his eyes full of concern.

Mo Qingcheng was slightly stunned, and asked in confusion: "Did you poison it?"

Ye An was speechless, thinking to himself: "I forgot, this is a world of immortality, everyone has spiritual energy in their bodies, how could they have diarrhea, forget it, if she likes to drink, let her drink more."

"What is that?" Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An who seemed to be hesitant to speak and asked puzzledly.

Ye An blinked and then said, "Yes, I'm afraid you still want it."

After saying that, Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng with a sly smile, and there was a hint of mischief in that smile.

Mo Qingcheng was confused by Ye An and thought that Ye An was talking about juice, so she frowned and said.

"Are you afraid that I'll finish the drink for you? I won't drink it."

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng put the cup down and continued to eat hot pot in a huff, with her little mouth pouted high.

When Ye An saw that Mo Qingcheng had misunderstood, he smiled helplessly, then took out a jar, poured another cup for Mo Qingcheng, slowly walked behind Mo Qingcheng, and placed the cup in front of Mo Qingcheng.

"I'm not afraid that you'll finish drinking it, I'm afraid that you'll get tired of it."

Ye An leaned on Mo Qingcheng's shoulder and spoke softly, his voice like a spring breeze blowing across the lake.

Mo Qingcheng was a little overwhelmed by Ye An's sudden action, and the bowl and chopsticks in her hands froze in the air.

"Stop messing around~Ye An~"

Just as Mo Qingcheng was about to reply, she found that Ye An had buried his face behind her ears and neck. The hot breath against her skin made Mo Qingcheng's voice tremble.

She gently pushed Ye An, and a blush appeared on her face, like the beautiful sunset in the sky.

"Okay, stop making trouble. Who made me feel sorry for my wife? It's time for you to have a rest."

Mo Qingcheng's cheeks turned even redder as she listened to Ye An's teasing, like a burning flame.

Before eating hot pot, Ye An bullied me again without any explanation, and now he was teasing me again.

Mo Qingcheng was a little angry. She put down the chopsticks in her hand, stood up, reached out and pinched Ye An's ear and said.

"Bad boy, if you tease me again next time, I will..."

Ye An bared his teeth as he looked at Mo Qingcheng, who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and found her extremely cute...

"Just kill me, okay?" Ye An said with a smile.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and her left hand immediately let go of the bowl and covered Ye An's mouth.

"Stop talking nonsense." Mo Qingcheng said coldly, with unquestionable majesty in his eyes.

Ye An looked at the slender hand covering his mouth, as well as Mo Qingcheng's displeased eyes and tone, and in an instant he made up his mind.

"I, Ye An, will never let Mo Qingcheng suffer any injustice in my life. Not even a little bit."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An with a serious look in his eyes. She didn't understand what was wrong with him, but she felt that something would happen in the future...

a few days later.

"No, you are still too dependent on the formation. If someone gets close to you, you will be powerless to fight back."

Mo Qingcheng frowned, clasped her hands across her chest, and looked seriously at Ye An, who had his forehead pointed at by a sword. She immediately discovered the problem.

Ye An also panted a little as he pushed the sword away, and said helplessly: "I want to, but I can't mobilize the spiritual power in my body now. I can only use a small amount of spiritual power to use the formation to draw the spiritual power of heaven and earth."

Mo Qingcheng also knew this. This situation was too bad for Ye An, and she immediately wanted to recover her spiritual power quickly.

But after such a long time, the vast sea of ​​qi in the body has just been filled with spiritual power. If it is used casually, the spiritual power will be exhausted again in an instant, forming a vicious circle.

For a moment, Mo Qingcheng's brows furrowed even deeper, like two deep ravines.

She regretted relaxing for a while and secretly clenched her fists, until her slender finger joints turned white.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng, who was frowning, and smiled. He walked to Mo Qingcheng's side, reached out and gently held up Mo Qingcheng's pretty face, and used his fingers to gently help relax Mo Qingcheng's brows.

"Be good, don't worry, don't worry, I'm your husband! There is a way."