Her gaze remained fixed on Sang Yun until his figure completely disappeared. She then jumped down from the tree, tiptoed to Yang Mu'an's room, and quietly pushed the door open before going inside.
She couldn't help but tilt her head and take a second look at Yang Mu'an, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Yang Mu'an didn't know if she sensed someone watching her. She muttered a couple of complaints and was about to open her eyes when Qingying quickly pressed her sleep acupoint and she fell into a deep sleep.
Qingying stroked her chin, glanced at her a few times, and nodded in satisfaction.
Then she simply threw Yang Mu'an onto her shoulder and carried him outside.
As she walked down the mountain, she took shortcuts to avoid Hei Lao Er and his gang.
Normally she wouldn't be afraid of Hei Lao Er and his gang, but today was different. She was carrying one on her shoulder, and if it got snatched back, it wouldn't be so easy to steal it again next time.
By the time she brought Yang Mu'an back to Qinglong Village, it was already dawn.
She put Yang Mu'an on the bed and then went out to find her group of brothers to patrol the mountain.
When she returned, Yang Mu'an was still asleep. She walked to the bedside and studied Yang Mu'an for a while before finally reaching out her slender hand and pinching her nose.
Yang Mu'an had difficulty breathing and slowly opened his eyes.
She was terrified when she saw the huge face in front of her.
"Ah!" she exclaimed and moved back a little.
Qingying casually pouted and asked, "Are you hungry? Is there anything to eat?"
Yang Mu'an: ...
She had no appetite at all. Even if she were stupid, she would know from the unfamiliar surroundings that this was no longer Black Wind Mountain.
She frowned and looked at Qingying warily: "Where is this?"
Qingying raised her eyebrows arrogantly, the beauty mark at the corner of her eye gleaming with a bewitching allure as she moved. She looked at Yang Mu'an and smiled, her thin lips parting slightly as she uttered a few words: "Qinglong Village".
Yang Mu'an had heard Yang Muchen mention Qinglong Village. It was said that Qingying, the leader of Qinglong Village, was a cannibalistic demon, and no one who went to Qinglong Village ever left alive.
Yang Mu'an took two deep breaths to suppress her fear. She shrank back further, her hands tightly clenched.
He clenched his fist.
Qingying could see her fear, and she looked at Yang Mu'an and burst out laughing: "Hahahaha, Mrs. Liu Yun, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."
Yang Mu'an became even more nervous upon hearing the names of Madam Liu Yun and the others. She looked up at Qingying and asked, "Who are you? What do you want with me here?"
Qingying flicked her high ponytail that cascaded down her chest, raised her chin arrogantly, and said, "I am Qingying. I brought you here only because I've taken a liking to your husband and you."
Yang Mu'an: ...
Seeing that she didn't speak, Qingying leaned closer and said slyly, "Little beauty, don't worry, if your husband comes to save you, I guarantee you'll be perfectly fine. If your husband doesn't come..."
At this point, she suddenly chuckled.
Yang Mu'an felt a chill run down his spine when he saw her smile.
Qingying chuckled twice, then cleared her throat and returned to normal: "If your husband doesn't come, you can stay here and be my wife. I'll definitely fatten you up!"
Yang Mu'an: ...
She truly hadn't expected Qingying to have this kind of art style, and rumors even said she was a man...
Seeing that she still didn't speak, Qingying stepped forward and stomped on the edge of her bed...
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