My Demon Queen

Chapter 189 No room left

"puff--"

In the sect's main hall, Le Feng was teaching several disciples with a solemn expression and a straight posture.

He held a book in his hand and spoke eloquently in a steady and powerful voice.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and his originally rosy face instantly turned as pale as paper. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out without warning, drawing a shocking arc in the air.

"master……"

When several disciples saw their master suddenly spurt blood from his mouth, they were immediately panicked, with fear and worry written all over their faces.

They stood there with their eyes wide open and mouths slightly open.

After a moment, he seemed to wake up from a dream and wanted to go forward to help.

"Nothing, you guys go down first..."

Le Feng clenched his teeth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, held on to his body, waved his hands with difficulty and said.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes revealed a hint of pain, and his voice became weak and hoarse.

"But, master..."

"Go down—"

The disciples' faces were filled with worry and disquiet. Just as they were about to ask about the details, Le Feng's eyes widened, almost popping out, and he yelled at them at the top of his lungs.

His face turned red with anger, and the veins on his forehead bulged like hideous earthworms.

Several disciples were so frightened that they trembled all over, their legs went weak, and they saluted in fear, then hurriedly left the hall, some even tripped at the threshold.

Le Feng stared angrily at the void in the hall, his eyes full of unwillingness and resentment. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

As his soul clone was beheaded, he suffered serious injuries, but Mu Wushuang was stabbed by his own clone.

"Damn it, this clone...how dare he?"

Le Feng clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, and roared at the top of his lungs in the hall.

His hair was messy and flew wildly with his movements.

But then he thought of Mu Wushuang who was still in danger, and he suddenly became extremely anxious, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

"Le Feng, come here."

Le Feng was just about to go to the rescue himself, but he heard Dao Wuchen's voice, which was even angrier than his own.

The sound was like thunder, exploding in his ears.

For the first time, Le Feng had the idea of ​​disobeying his master's order: "Wushuang is still there, I can't leave her there alone... Damn it, what on earth is Master talking about? I won't go there yet, I have to go and bring Wushuang back first, that's the most important thing, that power... the Demon Queen."

Le Feng thought for a moment, and then he made up his mind to bring Mu Wushuang back first, and then go to his master to apologize.

Just when Le Feng was about to leave, Dao Wuchen suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Master..."

Le Feng had a terrified look on his face, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

His body trembled unconsciously, as if he was facing an insurmountable mountain.

"Traitor, Wushuang has done something wrong..."

"Snapped--"

Dao Wuchen's eyes widened with anger and disappointment. As soon as he finished speaking, a slap containing powerful spiritual power hit Le Feng's face hard.

With this slap, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a crisp "pop" sound.

The music was instantly blown away like a kite with a broken string, falling heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

His cheeks quickly became red and swollen, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahem, Master..."

Le Feng struggled to get up, his clothes covered with dust. He staggered to Dao Wuchen's front, then knelt down with a plop, his knees hitting the ground with a dull sound.

Blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face was full of pain, but there was stubbornness in his eyes.

He himself did not expect that his master would know it so quickly.

Dao Wuchen looked at Le Feng angrily, and his old voice was filled with endless anger.

"Reply, what did Wu Shuang do wrong that requires you to use the Jueying Sword to hurt her?"

When Le Feng heard this, he became more and more anxious, and then he said.

"Master, I will answer this question later, but Wushuang is still outside, so I will go first..."

Le Feng was extremely anxious, sweat beads rolled down his forehead, his hands were clenched into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and blood oozed out.

"Traitor, when I sensed Wushuang was in danger, I went there. When I was halfway there, Wushuang flew over unconscious. However, her injuries were caused by your Jueying Sword. I didn't have time to think about it, so I brought Wushuang back. Now, tell me everything you know..."

Dao Wuchen became angrier as he spoke, and the pressure of the Half-Step Ascension Realm was released directly towards Le Feng.

The pressure was like a raging wave, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

When Le Feng heard that Wushuang had been brought back by his master, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and the tension on his face eased a little.

He was breathing heavily, not caring whether he was being oppressed by his master's pressure.

Dao Wuchen felt a little confused when he saw Le Feng’s relieved expression.

"My disciple is a bit old-fashioned on weekdays, but he would never do such a thing. Is there a hidden reason?"

Dao Wuchen then removed his pressure, but still looked at Le Feng with anger and confusion, waiting for Le Feng's explanation.

He put his hands behind his back, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were sharp.

Le Feng also felt that his master had withdrawn the pressure. He then straightened his body, still kneeling in front of Dao Wuchen, and slowly recounted what had happened today.

"..."

Half an hour later.

“Humph, your soul clone is quite opinionated, isn’t it? Your own master’s soul clone hurt you, but it was the Demon Queen who saved him. If this gets out, my Yaoguang Fairyland will lose all its reputation!”

Dao Wuchen was furious. He put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in the hall, and every step seemed to be filled with deep resentment.

Le Feng looked up at Dao Wuchen in surprise, his face full of disbelief and his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe that the Demon Queen would save Mu Wushuang.

"Humph, do you think Mo Qingcheng is just a woman? Do you think she is just a demon who kills without blinking an eye? In terms of character, courage, and intelligence, she is much better than you young people now."

Dao Wuchen snorted coldly, his face full of undisguised sarcasm. He stopped and stared at Le Feng with sharp eyes, but the regret in his heart surged like a tide.

"Master, may I ask where did you say that? Why did the Demon Queen save Wushuang?"

Le Feng frowned and asked persistently. His eyes were full of doubt and anxiety, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Dao Wuchen glanced at Le Feng with a hint of disappointment, and said slowly: "In the demon clan..."

After a while, after listening to Mu Wushuang and his master's experiences in the demon clan, Le Feng's jealousy gradually grew.

He bit his lower lip tightly, trying his best to control his emotions, but his face remained expressionless.

"Now do you understand the gap between you two? However, Wushuang is only protected by Mo Qingcheng's spiritual power. It is up to us to recover. But you, temporarily resign from the position of sect leader and go to Wuya to repent."

After Dao Wuchen finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and left the hall without looking back, leaving behind only a resolute back.

Le Feng's face was expressionless, like a wooden sculpture. But his heart could not calm down for a long time. Thinking of Wu Shuang being hurt by him, he felt extremely regretful, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his heart.

Afterwards, he collapsed like a deflated ball. He looked unwillingly in the direction where Dao Wuchen had left, dragged his heavy steps, and slowly walked towards Wuya. His back looked extremely lonely and desolate.

Screen turn

"Mo Qingcheng...the devil girl..."

Ye An was pulled by these memory fragments, and his mind was full of the scene where Mo Qingcheng asked him to practice the formation repeatedly in the courtyard. And Mo Qingcheng was the green figure in his mind.

"I remembered?"

Ye Quan's voice rang in Ye An's mind.

"This...I..."

Ye An held the complete set of formations, his hands trembling slightly, unable to calm down for a long time. His eyes became blurred, and he was immersed in memories, unable to extricate himself.

"Alas - Xiao Ye An, I didn't expect that you would recover your memory in a situation like this with Mo Qingcheng, you..."

"Ye Quan, why didn't you stop me?"

Ye An interrupted Ye Quan with a murmur, his tone full of regret. His brows were tightly knitted together, and his face was full of pain and self-blame.

"I have recovered half of my memory, but this half made me realize how harsh my words were to Mo Qingcheng. I clearly told her that it was she who asked me to leave. I..."

Ye An said painfully, looking dully at the small house in the distance, his eyes gradually turning red.

"Stop? How can I stop you? You didn't leave yourself any room for maneuver in every sentence. How can I stop you? You were so childish just now!"

Ye Quan sighed and said, his voice full of helplessness and regret.

"Damn it, I've been this stubborn since I was a kid. When I get angry...what should I do now?" Ye An gritted his teeth, with a hint of tears in his voice.

"I don't know. I don't understand matters of the heart. Don't ask me. I can only tell you that Mo Qingcheng treats you differently. With the strength of a half-step ascendant, it would take at least six days to travel back and forth between the human and demon races. When you felt the attack, Mo Qingcheng arrived almost immediately..."

Ye Quan paused, took a deep breath, and continued.

"This means that Mo Qingcheng has almost overdrawn all of his strength along the way. Coupled with the ultra-long-range attack and the destruction of Mu Wushuang's master's soul clone, his own spiritual power may have been completely exhausted. Even so, Mo Qingcheng still used the last of his spiritual power to protect Mu Wushuang's heart meridian..."

"Needless to say, this half of the memory is enough for me to know what kind of person Mo Qingcheng is."

Ye An interrupted Ye Quan again. He looked in the direction of the wooden house with heartache, and walked towards the wooden house slowly with heavy and slow steps.

"Take care of yourself..."

Ye Quan sighed, then stopped talking and stayed quietly in the space of consciousness.

Ye An walked forward with mixed feelings, cursing himself in his heart. His feet felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. But... would it work?

"Pfft~"

[From now on, I will update more than 6000 words every day. 4000 words is indeed a bit too little. There are many details to add, so I have to write a separate chapter. It is better to just write 6000 words and not squeeze the toothpaste. 】