My Demon Queen

Chapter 107 Three Suns and Moons

As the sun and moon alternated, the pace of time never stopped for a moment, and a month passed in a hurry. Ye An was still in a coma, with no signs of waking up. Mo Qingcheng silently accompanied him, and it had been more than a month.

Mo Qingcheng stared at Ye An, who had his eyes closed, and saw that some beard had quietly grown on his originally handsome face.

She gently raised her hand, used her spiritual power to transform it into a sharp blade and covered it, and then carefully shaved Ye An's beard.

Her movements were extremely gentle, and her eyes were full of care and love.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and she concentrated on the movements of her hands, fearing that she would hurt Ye An.

During these long 30 days and nights, Mo Qingcheng recalled over and over again every little bit of Ye An's time by her side. Those happy and warm memories kept appearing in her mind like movie scenes.

Every time she recalled it, Ye An became more important in her heart.

Sometimes, Mo Qingcheng would smile and look at the unconscious Ye An with eyes as gentle as water, and softly whisper their past love words, as if Ye An could hear them.

Sometimes, she would reveal a trace of anxiety that was difficult to conceal in her eyes, her hands would unconsciously clench, and she would whisper softly: "Ye An, how long will it take you to wake up? This time, I'm afraid this will be the last time I want to listen to your story. If you don't wake up again, I may not be able to hear your story anymore."

Mo Qingcheng slowly turned her head and looked at the round Guiyuan Pill on her right hand side. Her eyes were full of helplessness and she sighed softly. That sigh seemed to carry endless sorrow and resentment.

Then she slowly stood up and walked to the door with slightly heavy steps.

She stood there quietly, staring at the big tree in the yard. In a trance, she seemed to be able to see all the warm scenes of her and Ye An under the tree.

"Mo Qingcheng, what are you doing? You can't..." Those once familiar words seemed to echo in my ears.

The crisp sound of the whip seemed to still echo in the air.

The torture of Ye An at that time seemed to reappear in Mo Qingcheng's eyes.

At that time, he held a whip and whipped Ye An, who was hanging high on the tree.

Ye An's mean look, with an unruly smile on his face; when he begged, his eyes were full of pity and helplessness; when he smiled and flattered, his face was full of flattery. These scenes seemed to be happening right here and now.

Mo Qingcheng, wearing the same elegant green dress she wore in the past, walked lightly under the tree.

She reached out her hand and gently stroked the rough tree trunk, her eyes full of reminiscence.

She looked up at the familiar branches, then turned to look at Ye An who was still unconscious lying in the house. She tried desperately to engrave all of this deeply in her mind, fearing that she would miss even a single detail.

"Ye An, if you wake up and find that I have changed, what will you choose? Will you stay... or... no, I guess the other me won't let you leave..."

Mo Qingcheng stared blankly at Ye An who was unconscious in the room. Her expression was normal, but her slightly trembling lips revealed the turmoil in her heart.

She thought to herself: Ye An, I'm really scared. I'm afraid that when you wake up you will hate the changed me.

She murmured to herself, her voice soft but filled with endless sorrow.

"The way of killing, no desire, cold and ruthless, you won't like me like this, right? I really want to be selfish, like the characters in your story, put aside everything, just accompany you like this, listen to your stories, that's also good. It turns out... love is so terrible, it appears silently, and it has to hide silently in the bottom of the heart."

There was deep confusion and pain in her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to show it on her face.

Mo Qingcheng muttered silently in her heart: I always thought I was strong enough to control everything, but now I am disturbed by this feeling.

"If... I knew earlier that I had fallen in love with you, I would have definitely said it out loud, but... it's too late after all. Since fate has destined you to be a disaster, then I will go back to being the cold-blooded Demon Queen and block everything in this world for you and Ruxue... Ye An... when the time comes... don't hate me..."

Mo Qingcheng just stood there quietly, her heart full of confusion and struggle: What should I do?

She looked for a very long time, as if time had stopped. She was unwilling to take her eyes off Ye An for a moment, as if Ye An would wake up immediately as long as she didn't look away.

the other side

"Master Ruxue, have I already reached the stage of Dan?"

Xiaorou's bright big eyes were tightly closed, her pretty face was slightly tense due to concentration, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She held her breath, concentrating on feeling every subtle change inside her body.

She was pleasantly surprised to find that a snow-white round bead was slowly rising in the vast ocean of spiritual energy in her body.

The round bead was crystal clear, like a flawless jade, emitting a chill that was refreshing to the heart.

This cold air continued to spread, quietly affecting the spiritual energy ocean in Xiaorou's body. The originally turbulent spiritual energy ocean seemed to become more peaceful and profound under the infiltration of the cold air.

As long as Xiaorou has a thought and is willing to use this power, the water attribute in her body will undergo a miraculous transformation in an instant and immediately turn into ice attribute.

However, this transformation is not a complete replacement, the ice attribute is more like a powerful and tough additional power.

It is like a layer of extremely hard ice armor covering the agile and changeable water attribute.

Xiaorou's mouth corners lifted unconsciously, and an irrepressible joy blossomed on her face. She opened her eyes, which were full of excitement and anticipation, as if she saw herself shining brightly in the future on the road of cultivation with this Jindan.

But she knew very well that this snow-white elixir would become a powerful aid in her future cultivation, and it was also what Ye An had tried his best to get back for her.

So the originally happy little face was now filled with sorrow.

Mo Ruxue quietly watched the changes in Xiaorou after she formed the elixir. Her originally worried expression gradually relaxed and she nodded slightly with satisfaction.

However, when she saw the smile on Xiaorou's face, which was originally filled with joy, fade away like the tide and be replaced by a deep look of sorrow, she knew in her heart that Xiaorou must be thinking of Ye An again.

Mo Ruxue was leaning against the door frame with a slightly tired look on her face. She looked past the scene in front of her and gazed far into the distance at the familiar courtyard. She murmured silently in her heart: "Sister, it's been a month. Are you okay?"

Her eyes revealed deep concern and longing. The breeze gently brushed through her hair, but it could not wipe away the sorrow in her heart.