My Demon Queen

Chapter 197 Unnamed Draft

After hearing what Mo Qingcheng said, Ye An was struck by a bolt from the blue and was petrified on the spot in an instant. Then the expression on his face changed drastically, like the surging wind and clouds.

"This is all a misunderstanding. Let me explain. Listen to my explanation."

Ye An panicked and quickly put on a playful look, bent his waist even lower, and spoke to Mo Qingcheng eagerly and with a bit of flattery.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at Ye An coldly, then loosened her grip on the tree trunk. At that moment, the tree trunk, which had been dented by her force, made a "cracking" sound, and the cracked bark fell off, raising a small cloud of dust.

"My goodness, what happened to this tree?"

Ye An widened his eyes, looking at the five fingerprints deeply embedded in the tree trunk, as well as the clear and complete indentations of the handprints engraved on the tree, and couldn't help but gasp.

The tree seemed to have heard Ye An's words, and then the leaves rustled violently. The sound was like a sad and angry cry, as if accusing Mo Qingcheng of his atrocities.

"How much strength did it take... Hey, hey, hey... Mo Qingcheng, what are you doing?"

Just as Ye An was about to carefully reach out and touch the dent on the tree, Mo Qingcheng suddenly grabbed the collar from behind and started walking towards the wooden house.

"Go back and listen to your explanation."

Mo Qingcheng spoke calmly, without a trace of emotion in her voice, as if she was just stating a trivial matter.

Then the hand that was grabbing Ye An's collar secretly added a little more strength, and the force made Ye An stagger forward a few steps involuntarily.

"Ah...how about...let's..."

Ye An was being pulled so roughly by Mo Qingcheng that he waved his hands around in the air, feeling helpless like a drowning man trying to grab a life-saving straw.

"Shut up."

Mo Qingcheng said this coldly, and quickened her pace, holding Ye An all the way. The wind created by their feet blew up the fallen leaves on the ground.

The scene changes to a wooden house.

"Mo Qingcheng, you are too violent."

At this time, Ye An covered his head with his hands, looking pitiful and his eyes full of grievance, like a wounded little animal.

"Well, I am so violent, but I am not good enough for you."

Mo Qingcheng said lightly, looking away, with no expression on her face, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, no, no, really not, it's just that I'm not good enough for you."

Ye An said quickly, with a flattering smile on his face, which was so exaggerated that it almost squeezed out his eyes.

“I am violent.”

"That means you have character, you are different, and you don't follow the crowd."

"I am cruel."

"It means you are not a saintly person, you are decisive and resolute in doing things, and you can protect yourself in this chaotic world."

"I don't have any favors."

"It means that you are independent and unconstrained by worldly ethics. You have your own way of life."

"..."

Mo Qingcheng's eyelids twitched, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she even felt speechless. She questioned him with what Ye An had said to her, and Ye An could explain it so eloquently.

Ye An looked well-behaved, staring at Mo Qingcheng without blinking, as if he was devoutly waiting for Mo Qingcheng to continue speaking, and he was also prepared to continue racking his brains to make it sound better.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's shameless appearance, feeling angry and amused at the same time. The anger instantly dissipated, and then she asked, "Aren't you doing this so that Mu Wushuang can think about me as she pleases?"

"Mu Wushuang? Who is Mu Wushuang? When has anyone come to our house?"

Ye An had a bewildered look on his face, pretending to be completely confused, his eyes full of doubts, and he asked Mo Qingcheng blankly.

On the other hand, Mo Qingcheng's expression seemed to be frozen, and her delicate face froze in an instant.

Then she raised her jade hand and slapped Ye An on the head hard, the movement was as fast as lightning.

"Go make me a bed."

Mo Qingcheng roared angrily, and the sound was like thunder, as if it would collapse the wooden house.

"Yes, I will. I will do it right away."

Ye An covered his head, bowed to Mo Qingcheng with a smile, then turned around and ran out like the wind.

In fact, Mo Qingcheng has no spiritual power now, so it doesn’t hurt at all when she fights, so Ye An is also happy to play with Mo Qingcheng like this, just as a little fun in life.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An running away, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a barely perceptible smile.

A gentle glow also appeared in a pair of red eyes.

"Perhaps, such days are also interesting."

Mo Qingcheng thought so, and then she no longer wanted to absorb spiritual energy so quickly, and instead became leisurely and contented.

She lay casually in the middle of the wooden house, looking at the wooden beams. Her eyes gradually became blurred and she was in a daze.

The scene switches to Ye An

"Make a bed, make a bed... Make a shit, this place is unstayable."

Ye An looked at the piles of wooden boards, his brows furrowed, his face full of sorrow.

I was originally worried about what kind of bed to make, but then I thought that two groups of people had already come to this place, and I might not be so lucky again.

"I finally figured it out. I was worried that you would continue to live here stubbornly."

Ye Quan said quietly in his heart, with a teasing tone in his voice.

"You bastard, you are so shameless to show up. Did you know that Mo Qingcheng was coming?"

Ye An immediately entered the consciousness space and argued with Ye Quan, his face full of anger, and that expression seemed to be able to spit fire.

"You're going to face your savior like this? My heart... hurts."

Ye Quan pretended to be aggrieved and covered his heart with his hands. His facial expression was very exaggerated, and his facial features were squeezed together.

"Hey, okay, okay, I don't blame you, okay, are you okay?"

Ye An asked with some concern, his tone slightly softened.

"It's okay. Anyway, I don't have a physical body now. I rely on spiritual power to support myself. I just need to slow down. Think about where you and Mo Qingcheng are going during this period. I won't bother you anymore."

Ye Quan said this, then he closed his eyes and his breath became weak.

"Okay, take a break, I'll think about it."

Ye An said, with a hint of concern in his eyes.

"Well, I'll take a break then."

Ye Quan waved his hand and lay down in the space of consciousness, as if he was asleep.

Ye An exited the consciousness space, his eyes slowly swept over the plants and trees in the woods, then looked at the slightly shabby wooden house, and a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes.

He stood quietly in front of the wooden house for a long time, recalling every detail of his time here. Those moments of laughter or quarrels emerged in his mind one by one.

In the end, Ye An shook his head helplessly, took a deep breath, looked at the wooden boards again, his eyes became firm, and then he made up his mind and strode back to the wooden house.

As a black shadow covered Mo Qingcheng, Mo Qingcheng, who had her eyes closed, felt uncomfortable. Then she opened her eyes and saw Ye An with a smile on his face. He was squatting above her head and looking at her with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

"My wife is so beautiful! She's so beautiful even when she's asleep. Ouch, she's opened her eyes. Look at her red pupils. They're so handsome... Damn, she's opened her eyes."

While admiring the scene, Ye An muttered to himself in his heart, with an infatuated smile on his face and the corners of his mouth raised almost to his ears. But the moment he saw Mo Qingcheng open her eyes, he was suddenly startled.

"What do you want to do?"

Mo Qingcheng lay flat on his back, looking up expressionlessly at Ye An who was squatting above his head. His eyes were full of vigilance, like a wild cat ready to fight back at any time.

"I...oh, well, I want to take you out to buy something."

Ye An scratched his head awkwardly, squatted down and took a step back, the smile on his face became a little stiff.

"shopping?"

Mo Qingcheng sat up puzzledly, turned around and looked at Ye An with questioning eyes, as if he could see through Ye An's thoughts.

"Yes, you see, we have a bed, but how can we live without bedding? Besides, we also need food, clothing and other necessities, right? So let's go shopping."

Ye An pointed at the wooden house with his hands and feet gesticulating while talking to Mo Qingcheng incessantly. He looked so anxious as if he was afraid that Mo Qingcheng would not agree.

Mo Qingcheng thought for a moment, her eyes slowly sweeping across the empty wooden houses around her. The simple furnishings made her frown slightly, and then she nodded gently.

Seeing that Mo Qingcheng agreed, Ye An immediately smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, and the smile on his face was as bright as a blooming flower.

“It’s better to choose a different day than to hit it, and it’s now.”

After saying that, Ye An couldn't wait to help Mo Qingcheng stand up. However, as soon as he extended his hand to Mo Qingcheng, he saw Mo Qingcheng looking at him in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Ye An asked, with a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Do you have money?" Mo Qingcheng replied in a flat tone, as if he was just stating a fact.

"..."

Ye An slapped his forehead instantly, and then he remembered as if he had just woken up from a dream that he was penniless and a poor man.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's embarrassing look with a smile on her face, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, the smile in her eyes became more and more obvious, and she felt it was extremely amusing.

"Um, do you have that?"

Ye An asked Mo Qingcheng weakly, looking embarrassed, but also feeling a little excited about being a gigolo.

"No."

Mo Qingcheng said calmly, without any ripples on her face, as if this was the most normal thing.

Then Ye An hung his head and squatted on the ground like an eggplant hit by frost, looking listless.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An with some amusement, but was not in a hurry. She just waited quietly for Ye An's subsequent reaction.

"Yes, rob the rich and give to the poor."

Ye An then clapped his hands, almost jumping up with excitement, his face glowing with an adventurous enthusiasm.

"..."

Mo Qingcheng was a little surprised. She didn't expect Ye An to come up with such a bold idea. For a moment, she didn't know how to react.

"Don't worry, I won't wrong anyone, but my wife."

Ye An said with a smile. Although Mo Qingcheng asked Ye An to explain, Mo Qingcheng never forbade Ye An to call her that from the beginning to the end, so Ye An called her that openly, and his tone was full of matter-of-factness.

"Hmm? Who's your wife?"

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An expressionlessly, with a hint of anger in her eyes, and that gaze seemed to be able to pierce Ye An.

Ye An was stunned, then he leaned forward and said mysteriously.

"you guess."

After listening to this, Mo Qingcheng rolled her eyes at Ye An, as if to say "I don't want to bother with you", and then she stood up and prepared to leave.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng's purple dress and her stunning appearance, as if he suddenly thought of something, and then hurriedly pulled Mo Qingcheng.

"Wait, wait..."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An in confusion, not understanding what Ye An was up to, and her eyes were full of impatience.

Ye An closed his eyes, thought quickly in his mind, then suddenly opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"Got it. I'll put a formation on you so that you will always look like an ordinary person in front of outsiders. This will save you a lot of trouble." While pulling Mo Qingcheng, Ye An took out the paper fan from his waist. He looked very serious, as if he was treating something extremely important.

"What? My appearance is not worthy of you?" Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes, as if questioning why Ye An was doing this.