My Demon Queen

Chapter 242 Fox Scarf

Su Su tilted her little head, looking confused.

Her bright big eyes looked straight at Mo Qingcheng who was looking at her, her eyes full of confusion.

She frowned slightly and muttered to herself: "Ye An's wife looks really ordinary, not outstanding at all. I don't understand why Ye An ran out in such a hurry."

Wuyou, who was standing by, naturally realized that Mo Qingcheng's identity was a disguise.

Mo Qingcheng's cold eyes just now made him feel nervous, especially after Su Su said that, he felt that the eyes were even colder, as if they could freeze people instantly.

Wuyou unconsciously shrank his neck and groaned in his heart.

Ye An cursed Su Su a thousand times in his heart. He could clearly feel that Mo Qingcheng's aura was extremely cold at the moment, as if the air around him was about to condense into ice.

He was nervously thinking about how to comfort Mo Qingcheng so that she would not come back to cause trouble for Su Su.

Just when Ye An was about to speak, Su Su's other words completely plunged everyone present into despair.

"Master Wuyou, isn't it true? His wife is not as pretty as I was when I grew up." Su Su said as she pulled Wuyou's sleeve and swayed it gently, her eyes full of expectation as she eagerly waited for Wuyou's response.

Wuyou only felt that his bald head was instantly covered with goose bumps, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead.

The next moment, he quickly covered Su Su's mouth with his sleeve, fearing that she would say something more shocking.

Ye An felt that the temperature of Mo Qingcheng in his arms was getting lower and lower, as if she was a piece of thousand-year-old ice.

Just as he was about to explain, he heard Mo Qingcheng sneer.

"Oh, the Qingqiu Fox Clan, you are very courageous."

Ye An was so angry in his heart that he kept saying it, which made Mo Qingcheng laugh so hard that she was about to laugh. Things became even more difficult.

"Honey, calm down, calm down."

Ye An hurriedly patted Mo Qingcheng's back and comforted her softly. His face was full of tension and worry, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Mo Qingcheng turned her head and looked at Ye An coldly.

Her eyes were like sharp ice blades, making Ye An feel creepy.

"I need a fox fur scarf."

As soon as these words were spoken, Ye An, Wuyou and Su Su who were present looked at Mo Qingcheng in amazement.

Especially Su Su, who wanted to argue after she realized what was going on. But her mouth was tightly covered by Wuyou, so she could only make a whimpering sound.

She struggled desperately, showing her teeth and claws, trying to fight with Mo Qingcheng, like an angry little fox.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who didn't even look at Su Su, and smiled awkwardly. "Children's words are not to be contemplated, children's words are not to be contemplated, I'll tell you..."

Ye An said this awkwardly, then leaned close to Mo Qingcheng's ear and whispered something.

Mo Qingcheng's originally cold face slowly lost its coldness.

She looked at Wuyou with some curiosity, then glanced at Susu with disdain.

"Is what you said true?"

"It couldn't be more true." Ye An nodded solemnly, then winked at Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng also showed rare interest. She looked back at the two of them with a mocking look on her face. She said slowly, "If that's the case, then that's fine. But I still want a fox fur scarf."

There was a hint of mockery in Mo Qingcheng's eyes, as if she was deliberately making things difficult for Ye An.

Ye An also nodded quickly: "Give it to your husband. Not only a scarf, but also fox gloves, fox earmuffs, and a fox hat."

After saying this, Ye An did not forget to pat his chest to show his determination.

Mo Qingcheng nodded with satisfaction and continued to lean in Ye An's arms.

Ye An also breathed a sigh of relief, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Only Su Su struggled hard, trying to bite the two bastards to death.

"Mo An, if you dare to use fox skin to make these, I will eat you alive." Su Su cursed Ye An fiercely in her heart.

Wuyou held Susu tightly and recited Buddhist scriptures silently in his heart.

"Now I finally understand what Master said, the mouth brings disaster, Amitabha!" His face was full of helplessness, and he secretly prayed in his heart that this storm would be settled as soon as possible.

In the evening, in an inn in Wulin City.

The dim light shone on the square table. Two men and two women sat around it. The atmosphere was indescribably weird.

There was no one else in the lobby of the inn. There was only one person sitting at a square table. In front of the table, it seemed as if an independent little world had been formed, which was out of tune with the cold surroundings.

Su Su looked viciously at Mo Qingcheng who was drinking tea calmly, elegantly and leisurely.

Her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire. Her little face turned red with anger, and her two fox ears kept shaking, showing her inner restlessness at the moment.

She looked at Ye An, who had an indifferent expression on his face, her eyes full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

Then, her gaze fell on Wuyou, who had one hand on his chest and was gently twisting Buddhist beads with the other hand.

"Pa~" Su Su slapped the table and said to Ye An viciously, "I'm hungry."

Her little hands slapped hard on the table, making a crisp sound, as if expressing her strong dissatisfaction.

Ye An didn't want Su Su's affairs to involve Mo Qingcheng, but he couldn't resist the bald donkey Wuyou who followed him shamelessly, so he ignored Su Su at all.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

"Husband, I want to eat fox meat." Mo Qingcheng said lightly while lowering her head to sip her tea.

Her voice was cold and calm, as if she was talking about something very ordinary.

Her eyes focused on the teacup in her hand. She blew gently to remove the hot steam from the cup, then took a sip of tea gracefully.

Ye An was leaning on a chair, shaking its two legs off the ground, when he suddenly heard Mo Qingcheng's words. Ye An lost his balance and leaned backwards.

There was a look of panic on his face, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were waving wildly in the air, trying to grab something to steady himself.

Wuyou also increased the frequency of twisting the Buddhist beads at this moment.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was silently reciting Buddhist scriptures, hoping to calm the conflict that was about to break out.

Su Su was so angry that her face was unrecognizable, her two fox ears were trembling, and her two little hands were pressing hard on the table.

"I'm right here. Do you dare to eat it?" Su Su said while glaring at Mo Qingcheng while gritting her teeth.

Her voice was sharp and angry, like an enraged little fox.

Mo Qingcheng just glanced at Ye An who was lying on the ground, with a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, as if to say, "Why are you so stupid?"

Then he continued to sip his tea without even looking at Su Su, and said something lightly that broke Su Su's defense.

"You are too old, your meat is old and smells bad."

In just a moment, Su Su's anger rose rapidly.

Her little face turned red and her eyes flashed with anger.

Her hands were clenched into fists, as if she was ready to rush up and fight Mo Qingcheng to the death at any time.

Just when she was about to rush forward and bite Mo Qingcheng to death, Wuyou reached out and pulled her.

"Donor Susu, calm down, calm down." Wuyou showed an awkward smile on his face, his eyes full of helplessness.

Su Su looked back at Wuyou with an unhappy expression. "Master Wuyou, which side are you from?" There was a hint of questioning in her voice.

Wuyou smiled awkwardly, and saw Ye An standing up from the corner of his eye and said, "I am from Donor Mo's side."

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and then he looked at Su Su firmly.

Ye An paused while holding the chair, and looked at Wuyou in disbelief, thinking to himself: "You are such a flower monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes. You must have been a member of the national football team in your previous life. You are so good at playing football."

Su Su then turned her face to Ye An, looking at him angrily, with only one sentence in her eyes, "Let me see what you have to say."

Ye An rolled his eyes at Su Su and ignored her. After he adjusted the chair, he said to Mo Qingcheng, "Wife, shall we eat hot pot?" He had a flattering smile on his face, and his eyes were full of expectation.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An in surprise, but still nodded. A hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes, as if she was curious about Ye An's interest in them.

Su Su seemed very dissatisfied with Ye An's behavior, but she couldn't do anything about it. She wanted to leave, but Wuyou insisted that she follow him, so she came here reluctantly.

"Okay, you two are eating for free, so don't just sit there. Here are the prepared ingredients, go and choose, I'll cook them later." Ye An said as he took out a piece of paper from his clothes and handed it to Wuyou.

After Wuyou took it, he smiled and nodded: "I will take Donor Susu to prepare it now." His eyes were full of anticipation, as if he was also full of curiosity about hot pot.

Ye An also breathed a sigh of relief after watching Wuyou pulling the reluctant Su Su away.

He turned around and looked at Mo Qingcheng who was puzzled, then smiled and said, "Wife, will you blame me?"

Mo Qingcheng did not react when she heard this, but just looked at Ye An, as if waiting for Ye An to continue speaking. Her eyes were cold and calm, as if she could see through everything.

Ye An was not in a hurry either. He slowly sat down next to Mo Qingcheng and slowly explained to Mo Qingcheng what happened today. His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was telling an important story.

After a while, after Mo Qingcheng had listened to everything, she looked at Ye An and said slowly, "Since you think they can be friends, then they can also be my friends, Mo Qingcheng."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was cold and firm, as if she was making an important decision.

Seeing how considerate Mo Qingcheng was, Ye An felt that his time travel was not in vain. "Wife, you are so nice, let me kiss you." He showed an excited smile on his face, his eyes full of love.

Mo Qingcheng stretched out her hand to block Ye An's pig mouth and said slowly: "Your two friends have very important identities."