Chapter 15 Kiss Mu Qingheng, as if possessed, lowered his head again, without any...
The desolate tomb was even more barren than I had imagined. A boundless expanse of bleakness stretched before my eyes, with howling winds carrying withered leaves and a scene of utter devastation under the pale yellow sky.
At first, Mu Meng was worried about where to look for her brother, but after secretly climbing over the barrier, she saw his figure not far away.
He leaned against a cold, black stone, his clothes scattered on the ground and billowing in the wind. His hair was not tied up with a white jade crown, but rather with a black ribbon, and his disheveled hair made his face look even paler.
Mu Meng's heart clenched instantly, and she rushed over to touch Mu Qingheng's face, asking, "Brother? Brother?"
This place is deserted, there isn't even a decent place to stay. My brother has spent several days here. How can he recover from his injuries like this?
Mu Meng examined his meridians and found that, thankfully, although he had crippled his spiritual power, his immortal body was different from that of a mortal, and he could gradually strengthen his physique through cultivation. The most urgent task now was to protect his brother's vital energy and heart meridians so that he would not die from weakness.
Before arriving, Mu Meng had made thorough preparations. He had long since memorized how to treat someone who had lost all their spiritual power. Now, he dared not delay and immediately aimed at Mu Qingheng's palm, slowly channeling spiritual power into him.
She was worried and distressed, so she kept her head down and worked very seriously, completely unaware that Mu Qingheng had opened his eyes at some point and was silently gazing at her.
His pupils were jet black, and fine, dark hair fell across his forehead.
Through the gaps in his hair, his gaze seemed like that of a severely wounded wolf, still intently watching its prey.
Mu Qingheng did not disturb Mu Meng, silently feeling the comforting spiritual energy slowly circulating within his body, gently and carefully soothing each wound.
She took extra care of the wounds she had never treated well. Mu Qingheng remained motionless, firmly sealing off the abundant demonic spiritual power within his body, revealing the appearance of a desolate void.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Meng's small hands—as delicate and unguarded as flower petals, which he could crush with just a little force.
Mu Qingheng closed his eyes.
Qing Fengling was in his arms. At this moment, he made a swift move and could take her life in an instant, letting her die without even feeling pain.
But... the hands that Mu Meng held in his palms, channeling spiritual energy into, could never be raised.
Clearly, she didn't use any strength at all.
"Brother? You're awake?" Mu Qingheng was staring at her, lost in thought, when he suddenly heard Mu Meng speak. He looked into her eyes and saw her joyful expression.
Mu Qingheng said in a hoarse voice, "Mengmeng."
Mu Meng rubbed Mu Qingheng's cold fingertips and breathed on his palm: "Brother, your hands are too cold. Let me help you find a sheltered place first, and then I'll treat your wound properly."
Mu Qingheng gave a soft "hmm" and slowly put his other hand into his bosom.
I can't wait any longer.
There's no need for such weak hesitation. He's holding onto this soft spot in his heart to spare her suffering, not to save her life.
"Brother, slow down. Can you stand up? Or I'll carry you." Mu Meng stood up and wanted to support Mu Qingheng's arm, but she didn't realize that she had been kneeling on the cold ground for a long time and her feet were completely numb from the cold.
As soon as she stood up, a piercing tingling sensation surged up, and Mu Meng lost her balance and fell forward.
She was only inches from Mu Qingheng's face. As soon as she lost her balance, afraid that she would fall on her brother and hurt his wound, she quickly stretched out her hands to support herself against the stone wall behind him, but it was too late.
Although she didn't fall on Mu Qingheng, her head bumped into his, and her lips even touched the corner of his lips.
Mu Meng's cheeks flushed red, and she quickly straightened up.
She was extremely frustrated when she glanced at Mu Qingheng. The force she had used was too great; her brother's pale, bloodless lips had bled from the impact.
Mu Meng felt both guilty and embarrassed, and stammered, "Brother... I... I didn't mean to..."
Mu Qingheng still had one hand vaguely inside his robes, his fingertips touching the cold blade of Qing Fengling, but he remained motionless, staring at Mu Meng with his dark eyes wide open.
The pain throughout my body seemed to gradually dissipate, but the sensation of the small scratch on my lip became increasingly clear.
It was soft and warm, and the lingering heat even burned my cheeks, bringing a wave of heat.
Not only that, but also a strange power coursing through his limbs and bones.
strength?
While still in a daze, Mu Qingheng unconsciously lowered his hand.
He remained silent, and Mu Meng, feeling uneasy, cautiously glanced at him: "Brother, are you angry?"
Mu Qingheng looked at her and said, "I'm not that easily angered."
It's good that you're not angry. You must be feeling a bit awkward, just like her. Regardless of blood relation, he's still her brother. As for what happened earlier... let's not talk about it.
Mu Meng stood firm this time: "Then I'll help you find a warmer place and bandage you up properly. Your injury can't be delayed any longer."
Mu Qingheng stood up with her help.
They walked forward against the bleak, cold wind. Mu Qingheng could feel that Mu Meng was trying his best to shield him from the cold wind with his thin body.
Mu Qingheng couldn't quite describe the feelings in his heart at that moment. From this angle, he couldn't see her clear eyes, only her rosy lips and delicate chin.
Mu Qingheng was slightly taken aback.
He slowly clenched his hands at his sides and checked again. Sure enough, he clearly sensed a power that did not belong to him flowing slowly through his body.
—No ancient book has ever recorded that the power of the Red Heart Elixir could be obtained in this way.
Mu Qingheng stared at Mu Meng's petal-soft lips, then gradually looked away, silently observing her entire being.
This seems much more interesting than killing her, cutting out her heart and taking her elixir.
...
Mu Meng has been struggling with this for several days.
The desolate border tomb is a deserted demon realm, deserted yet filled with countless abandoned houses. She found a relatively new and sturdy one and settled down temporarily with Mu Qingheng.
Finding a place to stay is easy, but there's one thing that's not so easy.
The desolate tomb is located at the foot of the endless cliff. There is little sunlight during the day and it is extremely cold at night. It is dark, cold and damp all year round. How can a patient recuperate properly?
But my brother can't leave the desolate tomb. Not only does my father forbid it, but he also has no spiritual power at the moment, so it's impossible for him to break through the outer barrier.
To make her brother more comfortable while recovering from his injuries, Mu Meng could only use her spiritual power to keep the room bright and warm. However, this caused her to exhaust herself quickly, and after removing the barrier at night, she would often fall asleep immediately, only to continue this cycle the next day.
The night was silent, and the desolate land was bathed in thin moonlight.
Mu Qingheng walked calmly through the corridor and stood in front of Mu Meng's door.
His pale, slender hand gently rested on the door, and with a slow push, the door opened with a sound, and his nose was immediately filled with her unique, warm fragrance.
Mu Qingheng walked quietly to Mu Meng's bedside. His every move was extremely familiar and natural, indicating that this was not his first time here.
Mu Qingheng sat on the windowsill, looking at Mu Meng. Her skin was snow-white, and even in the dim night, it seemed to be coated with a layer of luminous light. At this moment, she was fast asleep, and she looked even more holy and charming than when she was awake.
A small strand of hair mischievously clung to her rosy, delicate lips. Mu Qingheng glanced at it and reached out to brush the hair away.
He then leaned down expressionlessly and gently touched Mu Meng's lips.
Feeling the continuous power slowly seeping into his body, Mu Qingheng blinked and sat up slightly.
His face was inches from hers, their breaths mingling and intertwining. Her sweet scent was comforting, and Mu Qingheng, as if possessed, lowered his head again and carelessly brushed his lips against hers once more.
Warm, soft, Mu Qingheng thought slowly, and...
Mu Meng was sleeping soundly and deeply, but perhaps sensing that the air was not circulating properly, she slightly opened her mouth.
Mu Qingheng straightened up abruptly.
His cheeks flushed instantly, and his chest, which had been dormant for many years, gradually awakened, with the inside of his chest beating faster and faster.
Mu Qingheng was startled, touched his violently beating heart, and frowned deeply.
He was exceptionally intelligent; how could he not know that in this world, things are always either one side prevailing over the other? When his heart was hardened, he could ruthlessly cut off those pieces of flesh, but now that his heart had grown so strong, it was impossible for him to relinquish it.
Fine, if he can't let go, then so be it. It's not a big deal anyway. In short, he only wanted to get the Crimson Heart Pill. Now that he has this method, he won't kill her.
A single wrong thought.
Mu Qingheng had no idea how deeply Dou Chukai loved him. At this moment, he understood nothing. He simply stopped worrying and glanced at Mu Meng's sleeping face. On a whim, he lowered his head and gently touched her lips.
After pausing for a moment, he suddenly smiled.
No wonder she was so cheerful all the time; it turns out that the power of the Red Heart Pill could make people feel so happy.
Mu Qingheng slightly curved his lips, casually covered Mu Meng with the blanket, and quietly got up and left without leaving any trace.
...
Mu Meng discovered that although the environment of the desolate tomb was not as good as her home, she slept very well every night for half a month, without any dreams until dawn.
She had nightmares when she was a child, and although she got better as she grew up, she never slept so soundly.
Perhaps it's because she lives so close to her brother that she feels especially at ease.
But before she could enjoy her happiness for more than a few days, she suddenly suffered from insomnia one night.
Normally, I would be exhausted from maintaining the barrier during the day and would be extremely sleepy at night. But today, for some reason, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep at my usual time.
This had happened before; Mu Meng usually lay obediently in bed with her eyes closed, trying her best to sleep.
Today is no exception.
She obediently closed her eyes and silently counted in her mind, when she suddenly noticed someone walking by outside.
How could there be a third person in the desolate graveyard? What did they want to do by raiding her house at night?
Mu Meng opened his eyes warily, almost reflexively channeling his spiritual energy. However, when the person pushed open the door, Mu Meng instantly dropped all his defenses in a daze.
elder brother?
Why are you here in the middle of the night?
Mu Meng wanted to sit up and ask a question, but suddenly a mischievous urge arose, and she wanted to tease him, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be sleeping with shallow breathing.
My brother didn't light the lamp.
My brother is coming over.
The older brother moved very quietly, sitting by her bedside and looking at her.
elder brother……
Mu Meng was filled with suspicion, and just as she was about to ask a question, a warm breath sprayed down on her, and a hot, wet kiss landed on her lips.
Mu Meng opened her eyes abruptly: "Brother, what are you doing?"
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