My Demon Queen

Chapter 409 Until death do we part

In this silver-white snow, Ye An's figure was like a dream, and he stepped directly into Mo Qingcheng's sight.

His figure was imprinted completely and clearly in the depths of Mo Qingcheng's deep and boundless eyes.

The words that came out of Ye An's mouth were like warm sunshine, gentle and affectionate, and they melted the frost that had shrouded Mo Qingcheng's heart for these days.

This longing and pain, the moment she actually witnessed Ye An's appearance, was like a flood that broke through the emotional dam that Mo Qingcheng had been struggling to defend. All the emotions were like surging waves and could no longer be suppressed.

The empress Mo Qingcheng, who was once inviolable and never swayed by emotions among the demons.

The one who became the master of killing, Mo Qingcheng who was as indifferent as frost.

At this moment, he was like a bird with broken wings, kneeling in the cold snow with his head down.

Her slender hands tightly grasped the purple dress, and suddenly, she burst into tears. The cry, filled with endless grievances and longings, echoed in the silent snowy field.

Ye An's footsteps came to an abrupt stop, his eyes fixed on the crying Mo Qingcheng.

Those heart-wrenching roars and sobs were like sharp swords, piercing straight into Ye An's heartless chest. Endless pain surged in the empty chest.

The crying sounded like sharp knives stabbing into his heart again and again, causing him so much pain that he could hardly breathe.

Even though Ye An has tried hard to calm himself and become indifferent, after seeing Mo Qingcheng like this, a heart full of regret, self-blame and heartache instantly overwhelmed him like a tide and filled his whole body.

He slowly squatted down, his outstretched hands trembling uncontrollably, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world, and gently held Mo Qingcheng in his arms.

At this moment, the world in front of him became blurred, with only a hazy purple figure looming in his tears.

His eyes were already filled with tears. Lines of tears, like a rushing stream, continuously slid down from his eye sockets, dripped onto the snow, and created small potholes one after another.

"Don't cry, don't cry, your husband is here, he is here to take you home..."

Ye An's voice was soft, trembling, and choked with sobs. As he spoke, he slowly patted Mo Qingcheng's back.

Mo Qingcheng's hands were like iron clamps, tightly clasping Ye An's shoulders with such force that it seemed as if she was going to embed her fingerprints deeply into his flesh and bones. She was afraid that Ye An would disappear from her sight again.

Her throat was choked with sobs and she could no longer make any clear sounds. She could only nod her head vigorously.

He squeezed out an indistinct "hmm" from the back of his throat.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the snowflakes fluttering in the sky stopped falling as if they were cast under a spell, as if even they could not bear to disturb the couple who had gone through so much hardship and were hugging each other tightly.

After a long time, Mo Qingcheng seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She vented all her emotions and lay quietly in Ye An's arms.

One of her hands was still tightly grasping Ye An's shirt on his chest. She seemed to be sleeping in a sweet dream. Her face was quiet and peaceful, except for the two tear marks on her cheeks, which were like a dry riverbed, eye-catching and glaring, making people feel a pang of pain in their hearts at a glance.

Ye An was like a doting husband, hugging Mo Qingcheng's delicate body tightly, patting her back gently with his fingers, and never moving his eyes away.

There was a faint smile on his face, which was filled with endless love and pity. He looked down and gazed at the beautiful yet fragile person in his arms.

It seems like he can never look enough, as if he wants to engrave the person in his arms deeply in the depths of his soul, forever.

Ye Quan in the consciousness space looked at this scene with a changing expression on his face.

When I said, "Do you want to try its power?"

Ye An cut off all connections with him, including countless iron chains appearing in the consciousness space with a thought, imprisoning himself in the consciousness space.

He could never have imagined that Ye An's plan was so profound.

Using the excuse of failing to protect Mo Qingcheng, he told him that there was no need to save this world.

This makes him willing to transform energy for Ye An and surpass the world.

Ye An had included the danger that Mo Qingcheng might be in, in his calculations.

It’s just that Ye An didn’t have the time to explain to Mo Qingcheng, or perhaps, Ye An never thought of telling Mo Qingcheng from the beginning to the end.

That's why he engraved a companion protective formation on Mo Qingcheng's body.

All of this is to make Ye Quan willing and believe that Ye An will really restart the world with him and merge their powers.

Ye An calculated that he would not die because of Ye Quan, so he used the companion protection formation to protect Mo Qingcheng's safety.

But Ye Quan still didn't understand what Ye An wanted to do or what he wanted to do, the world would still collapse, and what was his purpose in doing this.

Ye Quan didn’t understand and could no longer see through Ye An’s thoughts.

In less than five hundred years, this world will collapse. Is it just to be alone with Mo Qingcheng for five hundred years?

Is it worth it?

Countless questions emerged in Ye Quan's mind, like a tangled mess that made him unable to sort out or see through them.

At this moment, the love and heartache in Ye An's eyes were like a blazing flame, spreading wildly and could not be suppressed.

He looked at Mo Qingcheng's sleeping face, as if he was gazing at the most delicate and charming flower in the world, his heart full of cherishment and care.

But when his eyes touched the two tear marks, Ye An felt that his empty heart was as if being grabbed tightly by an invisible big hand, and then it hurt badly.

He subconsciously raised his hand, and with extremely gentle movements, he slowly stroked the tear marks on Mo Qingcheng's cheek, as if he wanted to wipe away those tears, and also as if he wanted to wipe away the guilt deep in his heart for using Mo Qingcheng as bait.

Perhaps it was because his movements were a little too forceful, Mo Qingcheng, who had fallen asleep from crying herself to exhaustion, slightly opened her eyes.

What caught my eye were Ye An's eyes filled with guilt and self-blame.

Seeing this, Mo Qingcheng raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a gentle smile. Then she reached out her hand, gently hooked Ye An's neck, and with a little force, slowly pulled him towards her.

Then, the unpainted rouge lips gently covered Ye An's thin lips like a dragonfly touching the water.

Ye An's face, originally as calm as water, suddenly became brilliant.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief. He stood there in a daze for a moment, forgetting even to stick out his tongue.

Seeing him like this, Mo Qingcheng seemed a little angry and gently bit Ye An's lips.

Ye An suddenly came back to his senses, and all the chaotic thoughts in his mind were instantly thrown out of the window.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to kiss his wife, his beloved empress, the one he loved most in his life, as much as he could.

On the side, Gu Shuchen, who had just woken up, was imprisoned in mid-air by an invisible powerful force. His mouth seemed to be sealed and he could not make any sound.

At this moment, he could only watch Ye An and Mo Qingcheng hugging each other affectionately and kissing passionately, his eyes almost wide open with extreme anger.

There was even a trickle of blood slowly flowing out of his eye sockets, which was a horrifying sight that only occurred when one was extremely angry.

As Ye An and Mo Qingcheng's breathing became heavier, the sound echoed throughout the silent snow-capped mountains.

After a long while, the two slowly parted their lips, still reluctant to leave.

Their cheeks became rosy and charming due to the passionate kiss. They stared at each other's slightly swollen lips and swallowed involuntarily.

At this moment, their eyes met, as if there was a strong love that was entangled and pulled between them like a silk thread, inseparable.

"Wife..."

Ye An called softly, his voice filled with endless tenderness.

"Hmm~"

Mo Qingcheng responded softly, and her cold voice, like the sound of nature, lingered in Ye An's ears.

"My wife..." Ye An called again, his tone full of affection.

"Hmm?" Mo Qingcheng responded softly, with a smile in her eyes.

"Mo Qingcheng..." Ye An called her name again.

"I'm here..." Mo Qingcheng responded firmly, his eyes always closely connected with Ye An.

The gentle calls and loving responses made the love between them rise rapidly like a rocket at that moment, reaching an unprecedented peak.

"Honey, we should go home!"

Ye An's gaze once again fell on Mo Qingcheng's tender and tempting red lips that were swollen from his kisses. For some reason, his empty heart seemed to have a heartbeat again, and it began to beat faster and faster.

He was full of desire and wanted to take Mo Qingcheng back to their home immediately.

"it is good……"

Mo Qingcheng nodded slightly, still with that gentle and charming smile on her face, and responded to Ye An softly.

Just as the two of them stood up, Mo Qingcheng noticed Gu Shuchen who was imprisoned in mid-air.

She looked at Ye An with a puzzled look on her face, but Ye An just smiled dotingly, then turned his gaze to Gu Shuchen and spoke slowly.

"My wife kills people, so I set fires..."