Chapter 256 Leaving Again
"Xiao Ye, be gentle." Qing Yi grimaced in pain.
"I told Qingqing to do it, but you disagreed." Ye Qingyu was helpless. No matter how careful he was, his technique was not as good as Qingqing's.
"There are differences between men and women, aren't you jealous?" Qing Yi grinned.
"Why should I be jealous? I'll let her in right now. Her technique is gentler than mine, so you'll suffer less." Ye Qingyu felt sorry for Qing Yi. These strings were so thin and sharp that they had cut into Qing Yi's skin in such a short time. It must have been very painful.
"No, you do it. Look at all the injuries on my body. I have to take off all my clothes. I'm shy!" Qing Yi stopped him.
"...You still feel shy?" Ye Qingyu was helpless. She talked to Qingyi to divert his attention while trying to be as gentle as possible.
"You say that as if I'm so thick-skinned!"
"..." Ye Qingyu couldn't help but stop what he was doing and looked at Qing Yi. Is this guy so ignorant of himself?
"What's wrong?" Qing Yi felt Xiao Ye stopped moving and couldn't help but ask.
"Nothing!" Ye Qingyu continued. Forget it. It's rare that this kid still knows how to be shy today, although the timing of his shyness is very problematic.
"Ouch, Xiaoye, be gentle!" Qingyi yelled, without any manly tolerance.
"Keep your voice down, I've tried my best." Ye Qingyu felt sweat on his forehead. How could he, the young prince of the Northwest, ever do the job of serving others?
"It's over..." Qing Yi suddenly spoke, startling Ye Qingyu. She hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
"Xiao Ye, I'll need a few days to heal this injury, and I definitely can't take a bath. What can I do if you despise me?" Qing Yi said with a frown.
"...When did I say I dislike you?" Ye Qingyu was really impressed by Qing Yi. How could he frame him out of thin air?
"Can I still hug you tonight?" Qing Yi asked quickly.
"Of course not."
"Look, I told you that you despise me! If you hadn't forced me to play the magic flute, would I have been injured so badly?" Qing Yi acted both aggrieved and pitiful.
"...You were covered in wounds, and I was worried about bumping into you." Ye Qingyu had to explain. He knew that he was not a good sleeper. What if he accidentally bumped into Qingyi at night?
"Ah? Is it because of this? It's okay! I'm not afraid of pain, just touch me!" Qing Yi hadn't finished his boasting when he felt a pain in his body and couldn't help but scream "Ah".
"Haha, you call this not afraid of pain?" Ye Qingyu finally finished applying the medicine to Qingyi and felt much more relaxed. Seeing that Qingyi was still thinking about sleeping with him at night, he teased him.
"Xiao Ye, you've been too bullying. I'll take revenge on you when I get better!" Qing Yi's tone was extremely sharp, but there was a smile on his face.
"Master." As the two were talking, Qingfeng came in.
"Qingfeng, thank you so much!" Qingyi learned from Ye Qingyu how he was rescued, thanks to his master, Su Lan and Qingfeng.
"It's what a subordinate should do."
"Just boil the medicine gently. Let her bring it in now?" Qingfeng asked.
"Well, come in." Ye Qingyu still sat there without moving. Qing Yi was in great danger today. If it weren't for Master Mo, he might have lost his life! The blood harp was fine all the way, why did it suddenly become like this?
He came in gently carrying the medicine, bowed to his master first, and then approached the person lying on the bed.
"Is this medicine bitter?" Qing Yi asked deliberately.
"Haha, of course it's bitter. I added coptis root on purpose." He said with a wicked smile.
"real?"
"Of course, do you want to drink?"
"Hey, hurry up and let me get better. Look how unlucky I am! That Broken Blood Harp has a grudge against me!" Qing Yi took the bowl of medicine handed to him by Qingqing and kept bickering with Qingqing.
Qingfeng winked at his master, as if something was wrong. Ye Qingyu understood and told Qingyi that he was going to change his clothes and would come back later. Qingyi didn't care. Xiaoye's clothes were already stained with blood. Because he had been here to take care of him, he hadn't had time to change.
"What's the matter?" Ye Qingyu asked Qingfeng after coming out.
"The Demon Lord has passed away." Qingfeng said in a low voice.
"What!" Ye Qingyu looked at Qingfeng and was shocked! How could it be possible? He was fine yesterday, how could he suddenly pass away?
"I just received news that the Buddhist King in the front hall said that the Demon Lord had left the palace. In fact, when he went to look for the old senior, he found that he had no breath."
"..." Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyu hurried over to see what was going on.
After Qingyi finished drinking the medicine, he waited for Xiaoye to change his clothes and come to accompany him, but he waited for a long time and no one showed up. He asked the maid where Xiaoye had been, and she said that the young prince and Qingfeng had gone to the front hall.
Qing Yi guessed that it might be about the blood harp. Now that the blood harp was destroyed, it could no longer merge with the magic flute. Would the secret inside it be impossible to know it again?
Qing Yi recalls how he awakened the Blood Harp. This thing is so strange! Bai Lingfeng's master actually developed something like this?
"Su Lan?" Ye Qingyu happened to meet Su Lan.
"The prince and Master Mo are in the Demon Lord's room."
The Demon Lord's room was quiet. Mo Qitian and Shi Wang stood on the Demon Lord's bed, looking at the person who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, except that he had completely stopped breathing.
"Mo Qitian..." King Shi didn't know how to comfort him. The master and disciple had just resolved their misunderstanding yesterday, and before they had time to say a few words, the senior passed away in his sleep.
Mo Qitian remained silent, his face pale from the blood loss and drained internal energy. He stared at his master. Why? Why had he suddenly left him again without a word? Didn't he say he could live for a thousand years? How could he be gone at just a hundred?
When Su Lan, Ye Qingyu and Qingfeng came in, they saw this scene.
Although the people in the palace felt that the Demon Lord's passing was very sudden, it was understandable when they considered that he was already over a hundred years old.
For three days, Mo Qitian stayed by his master's side. It turned out they were truly not meant to be, as he wasn't even given a single day to spend quality time together. During those three days, he and his master spoke a great deal, from the first time they met as children, to the details of their lives, to how he independently supported the Demon Cult... He had once spoken these words to his master's tombstone, but then he knew his master couldn't hear, because there was no master inside. And this time, his master couldn't hear either, even though he was right before his eyes...
Prince Shi waited for Mo Qitian for three days, but he couldn't rush him. He was Mo Qitian's master. He suddenly felt a little regretful. If he hadn't brought them together yesterday, would the Demon Lord have survived? Or would Mo Qitian have been so heartbroken if the Demon Lord had died?
The Demon Lord couldn't just lie there like this and let Mo Qitian guard him. King Shi began to prepare for the Demon Lord's funeral, but he didn't know how to talk to Mo Qitian.
Qing Yi hadn't left the courtyard for the past three days. His injury, which caused pain all over his body whenever he moved, had made him a lot more obedient. However, he had been feeling strange these past few days. Xiao Ye seemed to be in a bad mood. When she occasionally chatted with him, she seemed disinterested. When he asked what was wrong, he couldn't get any information.
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