My Demon Queen

Chapter 188 Get Out

"don't want……"

Ye An's eyes widened as if their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. He desperately stretched out his hands, trying to stop it, but everything was shattered like a dream. Mo Qingcheng had already ruthlessly injected spiritual power into Mu Wushuang's body.

Mo Qingcheng's expression was as cold as ice. With a seemingly casual wave of her slender arm, she threw Mu Wushuang fiercely into the sky.

Mu Wushuang was like a falling meteor, sliding towards the endless darkness in the sky at an astonishing speed.

Ye An seemed to be under a spell, standing there stupidly, his eyes full of disbelief, staring at Mo Qingcheng. At this moment, there was only deep fear of Mo Qingcheng in his eyes, and that fear spread like a tide, almost drowning him.

"What? Are you feeling distressed?"

Mo Qingcheng stood with her hands behind her back, her beautiful yet cold eyes swept over Ye An, the muscles on her face seemed to be frozen, and she spoke expressionlessly, her voice as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

"Mo Qingcheng, do you have any humanity? Even if you are unhappy, you can come at me. Why do you do this?"

Ye An's voice became hoarse with anger, the blue veins on his neck bulged like earthworms, his fists were clenched, and the knuckles turned white.

"Is this the first day you met me?"

Mo Qingcheng said this coldly, and then passed by Ye An like the wind, her skirt fluttering in the wind. Every step she took was firm and resolute as she walked towards the wooden house.

"Oh, yes, today is only the first day I met you, Mo Qingcheng. You are cold-blooded, ruthless, and have no humanity at all. If I were with you, would I also want the same result as today?"

Ye An turned his back to Mo Qingcheng, looked up at the sky and sneered, his laughter full of despair and self-mockery.

Mo Qingcheng's footsteps paused slightly, but she never looked back. She and Ye An stood back to back, as if they were in two worlds that would never intersect.

"If you want to die, you can only die in my hands."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was squeezed out from between her teeth, without a trace of warmth. After saying this, she raised her foot again, ready to move forward.

"Oh, I see, that's how it is..."

Ye An lowered his head and let out a low and desperate sneer, which seemed to come from the abyss of hell.

Mo Qingcheng's footsteps stopped again, a hint of doubt appeared on her indifferent face. She slowly turned around, looked at Ye An's back and asked.

"What turns out to be that?"

Ye An seemed to have become disheartened. He sighed deeply, then raised his head and looked in the direction where Mu Wushuang disappeared. His eyes were filled with endless guilt and self-blame, and his expression was as if the end of the world had come.

Mo Qingcheng sensed Ye An's despair from his trembling back, and a nameless anger surged in her heart. Her originally indifferent face instantly became as gloomy as the sky before a storm. She gritted her teeth and said in a cold tone:

"explain."

Ye An seemed to be fearless. He turned his head slowly, looked at Mo Qingcheng calmly and said:

"My stubborn master said I was a star of disaster, which I thought was nonsense. He also said that this barrier came from the demons. You are a demon and I am a star of disaster. Ha, do I need to say the result? You just saw me as a star of disaster and kept me by your side to use me in the future."

Mo Qingcheng's gaze was like a cold arrow, shooting straight at Ye An. She slowly took a step forward towards Ye An, and every step carried invisible pressure.

"Is that what you think of me?"

"Is not it?"

"It is so, and it is not so."

Every time Mo Qingcheng spoke, she took a firm step forward. The hem of her skirt brushed the ground, raising fine dust.

Ye An did not back down. He looked at Mo Qingcheng firmly with a stubborn flame burning in his eyes.

"Mo Qingcheng, be honest, I still respect you as a person."

"Why should I be honest with you? What qualifications do you have for me to be honest with you?"

Mo Qingcheng's anger was completely ignited, with flames burning in her eyes, but she still had no intention of explaining, and approached Ye An step by step.

"Oh, if that's the case, then we have nothing to say. Your temple is too big, and I'm not used to it."

Ye An sneered, and that smile was full of bitterness and determination.

"What do you mean?"

Mo Qingcheng said this coldly and instantly came in front of Ye An. The two looked at each other face to face, their eyes collided fiercely in the air, as if sparks could burst out.

"What do you mean? Either kill me or let me go."

Ye An's stubborn temper also came up, and he looked straight at Mo Qingcheng with no fear in his eyes.

"Just for a woman?"

Mo Qingcheng's tone became even colder, as if it could freeze everything around them in an instant.

Ye An smiled, spoke each word with certainty, and said to Mo Qingcheng firmly:

"Yes, it was for a woman."

After listening to this, Mo Qingcheng took a deep breath, her plump chest heaving violently. She closed her eyes slightly, as if trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

Then, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Ye An hard on the face, but she did not use her spiritual power. If she had used spiritual power, Ye An would probably have been killed.

"Snapped---"

The crisp and loud sound of a slap echoed in the silent night sky. Ye An's face was instantly twisted to one side and his cheek quickly became red and swollen. Ye An used his tongue to touch the half of his face that was hit and felt a burning pain spread throughout his body like an electric current.

"For another woman, are you willing to die in front of me? For another woman, can you think of me so badly in your heart?"

A hint of anger finally appeared on Mo Qingcheng's indifferent face. The anger burned her eyes. Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing was as rapid as a howling wind.

"I've already beaten you, if you don't want to kill me, just let me go."

Ye An slowly turned his head and said indifferently, his eyes still full of stubbornness and indomitable spirit.

After Mo Qingcheng heard this, the anger in her heart suddenly erupted like a volcano. The spiritual power around her instantly surged out. The powerful force made the entire world change color, with howling winds and flying sand and rocks.

Ye An looked at the amazing spiritual power that Mo Qingcheng burst out, but he was not afraid at all. Instead, he closed his eyes calmly and waited quietly for Mo Qingcheng to take action. He looked as if he had transcended life and death.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An facing herself calmly at this moment, and the anger in her heart was instantly extinguished as if by cold water. Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the scene in the blood pool at that time. Ye An also had the same expression, fearless and facing it calmly.

Mo Qingcheng slowly restrained her spiritual power and looked at Ye An for a long time with complicated eyes. Her eyes seemed to travel through time and space and see another person.

The Ye An she was familiar with, the one who would gently say to her "You don't have to endure with me" even though he knew he would hurt him.

Even if he was given a choice, he would firmly say, "If you don't tell me to leave, I will never leave. Even if you want me to leave, you have to send me back to where I came from."

And the one who whispered to himself in the house foolishly, "Thousands of rivers and mountains, Mo Qingcheng, are you willing to go with me to see it?"

Same appearance, almost identical personality, but one is the Ye An in his memory, and the other is the Ye An in his memory without him.

It was both him and neither of them. Mo Qingcheng suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness at this moment.

"Love is a powerful word. It hurts people and their hearts, and it also hurts relationships."

Mo Qingcheng sighed deeply in her heart, her eyes filled with unspeakable sadness and helplessness.

Ye An slowly opened his eyes and saw Mo Qingcheng looking at him coldly. For a moment, he felt confused and lost.

"get out."

Mo Qingcheng said this, turned around and walked towards the wooden house. Her back looked lonely and desolate.

Ye An was stunned, thinking that Mo Qingcheng would do something to him, or...

"These things are yours, take them and get out of here..."

Then, two objects flew into Ye An's arms. When Ye An saw clearly what they were, his pupils dilated instantly. The images of Mo Qingcheng in his mind surged like a tide, becoming clearer and clearer.

A paper fan and a book thicker than your head.