My Demon Queen

Chapter 187 You Care About Her

In the billowing smoke, a familiar yet icy cold voice that seemed to penetrate the bone marrow suddenly rang out sharply, instantly breaking the originally deathly silent world.

Then, in this moment of complete silence, the clearly audible sound of shoes stepping on the grass was like a heavy hammer hitting people's hearts.

When Ye An heard Mo Qingcheng's voice, for some reason, he was suddenly startled, as if he was caught hugging another woman behind his wife's back. Panic instantly filled his face.

Ye An's eyes became evasive and flustered, and beads of sweat even oozed out of his forehead and slid down his cheeks. His hands trembled slightly unconsciously, as if he had nowhere to put them.

When Mu Wushuang saw his master being cruelly nailed to the ground in front of him without any life, his eyes became dull for a moment, as if his soul had been ruthlessly sucked out of him. His body suddenly became limp as mud, and he slid down powerlessly and fell limply into Ye An's arms.

As the sound of footsteps getting closer and clearer, the billowing smoke seemed to be violently pushed away by an invisible and shockingly powerful force.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of slender legs half-covered by the gorgeous purple skirt, with graceful and tight lines on the legs.

She was wearing exquisite purple crystal shoes, and each step she took was steady and powerful on the grass, splashing up some tiny grass debris.

Then a beautiful and dazzling purple figure slowly walked out of the smoke.

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng's face was filled with coldness, like frost that had not melted for a thousand years.

Those cold eyes were like sharp swords, staring straight at Ye An who was holding Mu Wushuang. The temperature around them seemed to drop sharply because of her appearance, making people feel as if they were in an ice cellar, shuddering with fear.

"Um... Sister, you're back."

Ye An hugged the already weak Mu Wushuang tightly, his eyes full of fear, and when he looked at Mo Qingcheng, his voice unconsciously became a little weaker, like a frightened little rabbit.

"Huh, what? Did I disturb your good time?"

Mo Qingcheng snorted coldly, the coldness in her tone was like a biting cold wind that penetrated people's hearts.

Her brows were tightly furrowed, and there was a deep chill in her beautiful eyes.

"No, no, sister, you came at the right time..."

Ye An spoke hurriedly, but he got stuck halfway through his words. He always felt that this plot and the words he said were inexplicably familiar.

"Oh? It's the perfect time? Do you want to hold me in your arms too, and experience being hugged by both of you? Hmm?"

Mo Qingcheng still spoke coldly, and the coldness on her face became more intense.

She raised her foot and continued to walk slowly towards Ye An, each step carrying a suffocating feeling of oppression.

Mo Qingcheng clenched his hands into fists, and the joints turned slightly white.

Ye An complained madly in his heart: "Fuck, why is this scene so familiar, Li Xunhuan, you are hurting me."

But when he saw Mo Qingcheng approaching with a frosty face, he immediately turned pale with fright.

"No, no, look, Yigen blocked a sword for me and was seriously injured. I am supporting her, not... hugging..."

Ye An explained anxiously, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

Although I don’t understand why I need to explain it, I think I should explain it first.

However, as he explained, he found that Mu Wushuang was as dazed as a puppet at this moment, and she was lying lifelessly in his arms. No matter how he looked at her, she was in his arms.

Ye An felt like he was about to cry, and tried to pull Mu Wushuang over to explain, but Mu Wushuang was staring at her master who was nailed to the ground with empty eyes, lifeless, and unable to respond to him at all.

"Do you also feel that you can't continue? Can I understand that you wanted to hug her from the beginning?"

Mo Qingcheng walked forward slowly, her tone becoming increasingly cold, and every word seemed to contain ice.

When Ye An heard this, he shook his head wildly like a rattle, and the anxiety in his eyes was like a burning flame that he could not hide.

"Humph"

Mo Qingcheng snorted coldly and came to Le Feng. She didn't even bother to look at Le Feng. She only saw her left hand grasping the hilt of the knife and suddenly rotating the blade.

In an instant, the purple sword burst out with a sharp thunder force, and the powerful force instantly blasted Le Feng's body into powder.

Mu Wushuang also struggled in pain at this moment, and a hoarse roar came from her throat.

"You killed my master..."

Ye An was also shocked, standing there with his mouth slightly open and eyes wide open. He didn't expect Mo Qingcheng to be so decisive.

"Humph, just a soul clone."

Mo Qingcheng finished speaking calmly, pulled out the katana with his left hand, played with it casually in his hand, and then waved it casually, and the katana disappeared without a trace.

Mu Wushuang was stunned when she heard this, as if she had thought of something, and then she felt a little relieved.

However, as soon as he felt at ease, the pain from the severe injury immediately swept through his body and he fainted instantly.

"One muscle..."

Ye An watched Mu Wushuang faint again, and subconsciously hugged her tighter, his face full of worry.

When Mo Qingcheng saw this scene, she felt a sharp pain in her eyes and her brows furrowed.

Then, she coldly sucked Mu Wushuang from Ye An's arms.

"You..." Ye An was startled and his body trembled violently.

"Hmm? Are you worried about her?"

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An coldly, her eyes as sharp as knives.

Ye An's heart suddenly tightened, his lips trembled, and he didn't know how to explain.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An like this, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more intense. He held Mu Wushuang's clothes with his right hand and exerted a little more force at this moment. Then, he stretched out his left hand and pulled out the long sword from Mu Wushuang's chest without any hesitation.

"Mo Qingcheng, you are crazy..."

Ye An was horrified. Although he had few memories of Mu Wushuang now, she was the girl who blocked the sword for him at the critical moment after all. Even if he was a stranger to her, it was impossible for Ye An to just watch Mo Qingcheng act so recklessly.

"You care about her?"

Mo Qingcheng threw the sword aside expressionlessly and asked Ye An coldly.

"She blocked a sword for me. She is my savior. How could you..."

Ye An stood up and spoke angrily to Mo Qingcheng, but halfway through his words, he saw that Mo Qingcheng's face was becoming increasingly colder, and there was even thunder-like spiritual power madly condensing in his left hand. For a moment, Ye An did not dare to say another word.

Ye An shook his head frantically, his lips tightly closed, but he dared not say a word.

"Since you won't tell me, then you should say goodbye properly."

After saying this, Mo Qingcheng pressed the spiritual power of his left hand directly into Mu Wushuang's body like a surging tide. His movements were smooth and there was no other expression on his face.