Chapter 22 Despair "Mu Qingheng! Let her go! You've already..."
No sooner had the man finished speaking than a loud "bang" was heard. Before his crude and disgusting kiss could even land, Mu Meng felt a sudden lightness on his body, and he was thrown away by something.
"Mengmeng! Mengmeng!"
A familiar, anxious voice rang in her ears. She was held tightly in someone's arms and could clearly hear the heartbeats.
Mu Meng was terrified and at a loss. Hearing that reassuring, clear voice, he was stunned for a moment: "Brother, you're back?"
Mu Qingheng was stunned for a long time. How long had it been since he had heard her call him "brother"?
His daily visits were no longer for the power of the Red Heart Pill, but because he couldn't resist his own restless heart.
But at this moment he realized that this "brother" made him happier than those kisses that weren't very sweet, than the revival of the demon race, or than everything he currently possessed.
He looked at Helan Que, who had been lying dead on the ground in the distance, his eyes filled with intense killing intent. If he hadn't arrived in time today, Mengmeng would have suffered a great loss. He had made it too easy for him to die.
"Brother...you're back..." A soft sob escaped her lips, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "Brother...someone bullied me..."
Mu Qingheng quickly said, "I know, it's alright, Mengmeng." It had been as long since she had relied on him like this, and as long as it had been since he had spoken to her so gently.
Whether it was out of habit or something else, he felt much more relaxed speaking like that.
"Where have you been all this time? You have no idea, he turned into your appearance and did so many bad things..."
"Brother, he's always bullying me..."
Mu Qingheng slowly frowned. He could see clearly that Mu Meng's expression was blank, as if he had suffered some mental damage.
Before he could even think it through, his body moved faster than his mind. He reached out and instantly broke the chains binding Mu Meng, then steadily lifted her up in his arms, the weight in his hands almost frighteningly light.
Mu Qingheng couldn't help but tighten his grip on her arm.
We can't leave her here alone.
Even though this would be more advantageous to him, even though it was an inevitable path to cleansing his soul and forging his memories, he still felt somewhat... somewhat...
I can't bear to part with it.
...
When Mu Meng woke up again, she found herself in a warm and bright place.
She was covered with a quilt, and her hands and feet were no longer chained. Only her eyes were wrapped in gauze, through which a faint light could be seen.
Knowing that she had been in the dark for too long and that sudden exposure to light would irritate her eyes, Mu Meng didn't touch the gauze over her eyes. She woke up without making a sound, remaining silent for a while in a daze.
There was a slight noise nearby, as if someone was watching her. Mu Meng didn't pay attention at first, but gradually sensed something was wrong. She focused her attention slightly, and her lips trembled twice: "Lingwei?"
The faint noise suddenly disappeared.
After a moment, he recovered and said nothing. Mu Meng gently pursed her lips and didn't ask any more questions.
Whatever, she was too tired. At this moment, her only wish was that Mu Qingheng would stop torturing and humiliating her for the time being. She really wanted to rest.
It seemed that heaven had heard her heartfelt wish, for Mu Qingheng did not appear for three consecutive days.
After taking the medicine that day, the man did not quietly retreat as usual, but instead called out in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness."
"Hmm." Mu Meng's voice was flat.
Lingwei lowered her voice: "Your Highness, I..." She stammered as she began, but didn't know what to say. "The Demon Lord said that I've gotten used to taking care of you before, so it's safest for me to take care of you now. However, he didn't want me to be recognized by you, so he told me not to speak."
She paused for a moment, then said, "I just didn't expect... that you would recognize me on the very first day."
Her words sounded strange. Mu Meng's eyes darted around, and she turned her head to follow the direction of the voice: "Then why did you suddenly speak today?"
Lingwei did not answer immediately, but asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, do you hate me?"
"Do you hate me?" Mu Meng paused for a moment, then said frankly, "Actually, I was somewhat relieved to realize it was you. Since you are not a member of the Celestial Clan, I don't have to worry about your safety day and night."
Lingwei's eyes stung with tears, and she subconsciously grasped Mu Meng's cold little hand. Mu Meng's eyes were still covered with gauze, and her smooth, black hair was spread all over the bed, making her look exceptionally gentle and fragile.
She held back her tears and whispered, "Your Highness, you are the best person in the world. The Demon Lord is not worthy of you."
Mu Meng didn't understand what she meant: "What are you talking about?"
“Actually, the Demon Lord is not…” she sighed. “The Demon Lord is also a pitiful person. His heart of stone is no longer useful, and sooner or later he will be doomed. You don’t know how tragic his fate will be if a demon falls in love, but the person he loves does not give him any response.”
Mu Meng still felt that Ling Wei's words were vague, and she only vaguely understood one meaning: "Love? You think that's love?" She shook her head, not wanting to hear her say any more, and asked again, "Why did you suddenly speak to me today?"
Lingwei sighed deeply, stopped talking her rambling words, and squatted down to whisper in Mu Meng's ear: "Your Highness, the Moon Prince of the Demon Clan has been planning to rescue you. Everything is ready, just waiting for tonight."
Mu Meng was startled: "No, no, don't let him come. There's no need for the demon race to get involved in this mess. I... I've already made up my mind. Tell Brother Yue not to do anything foolish."
Lingwei shook her head: "It's no use. He's made up his mind and will definitely wait for you to show up. Even if I tell him that you will one day turn the tables here, he will just think I'm crazy."
Mu Meng didn't know anything about turning the tables or taking control of her life; she only felt a cloud of worry hanging over her heart. Originally, she was all alone and didn't care what happened to her, but if Yue Liutian were involved now, and something happened to him, her debts would be compounded.
But there was no turning back now. Lingwei lowered her voice, gentle yet firm: "Crown Prince Yue said he will come down from where you last met and wait for you at the edge of Endless Cliff."
...
At midnight, the sky was dark and vast.
Lingwei helped Mumeng walk quickly all the way to the edge of the Endless Cliff, where they saw Yue Liutian waiting there.
He was dressed in black today, his figure sharp and agile. Upon seeing Mu Meng, Yue Liutian immediately stepped forward, supporting her shoulders and examining her closely, his bright eyes revealing undisguised heartache: "Mengmeng, how did you become so thin?"
Mu Meng had a deep fear of this place. She shook her head and said, "Let's leave first." She held Ling Wei's hand tightly and didn't let go. "Ling Wei, you come with us."
Lingwei broke free without saying a word: "No, Your Highness, you must leave quickly." She smiled bitterly, "I betrayed you first, and then the Demon Lord. I have no face to live on. Let me hold you off for a little while, and then I will await the Demon Lord's judgment."
“Not bad, not bad.” As soon as she finished speaking, a cold voice came, “You also know that you have no face to live.”
A familiar voice rang out from behind her, and Mu Meng's face turned deathly pale in an instant. She turned around in near despair and, sure enough, saw Mu Qingheng, whom she hadn't seen for several days.
He had exquisite features and unparalleled good looks, but in her eyes at this moment, he was like a vengeful ghost.
Mu Meng couldn't help but tremble. Everything had happened in the darkness. When she saw him, she subconsciously recalled those wet and hot kisses, the aggressive aura of that crude man that day, and the strange, large hands that roamed around her waist.
Yue Liutian stepped forward, blocking Mu Meng's path, and glared at Mu Qingheng: "You beast! What did you do to her?!"
Mu Meng grabbed Yue Liutian: "Don't..." Don't provoke him, it's too dangerous here.
Mu Qingheng remained silent, his face grim. He had been able to kick Yun Jiuyan off the endless cliff without a second thought, and seeing Yue Liutian today evoked the same feeling. Yet, he didn't act, because a strange hesitation lingered in his heart.
He didn't even know why he was hesitant.
Mu Meng's face was extremely pale, even her lips had lost their color. She slowly walked out from behind Yue Liutian. Yue Liutian noticed her and grabbed Mu Meng's wrist.
Mu Meng gently broke free, gave Yue Liutian a deep look, shook her head slowly at him, and then walked firmly toward Mu Qingheng.
She stopped in front of Mu Qingheng, trying her best to suppress the trembling of her lips, and said as calmly as possible, "You...you don't have to be angry, I won't leave...you, you can let Brother Yue leave, okay? I promise, he will never come again."
Mu Qingheng remained silent for a long time. He could see that Mu Meng was on the verge of collapse. She had never been like this in all these days. She was so strong that it was astonishing. She was not even afraid of death. But today she was so terrified.
Why is she always more afraid of other people's deaths than of her own?
Mu Qingheng couldn't understand, so he slowly put his arm around Mu Meng and said, "Alright."
He thought for a moment and then added, "I will not kill Yue Liutian." Even if he were to kill her, he would not do so in front of her.
Yue Liutian clenched his fists, unable to reconcile the lively, cheerful, kind, and adorable girl in his memory with the frail and fragile young woman before him.
Mu Qingheng arrived just in time. How could this be? He had investigated thoroughly; he was clearly away on a military campaign!
But there's no need to think about these things now. He had already prepared a barrier. As long as he could stall for time, Mengmeng could enter the barrier and safely reach a safe place.
Yue Liutian's brows furrowed sharply, and he suddenly attacked, his spiritual power surging as he recklessly struck at Mu Qingheng—
But the next moment, Mu Qingheng, with one arm still around Mu Meng, caught his attack with the other hand and crushed his palm with a "crack" in an instant.
The disparity in strength was too great, and Yue Liutian's heart sank straight down.
"Stop! No..." Mu Meng was terrified, fearing that Yue Liutian would be thrown off the endless cliff in the next moment. "Mu Qingheng...you can't..."
Mu Qingheng glanced at her: "Call me brother."
Mu Meng was stunned and hadn't spoken yet when Mu Qingheng shoved Yue Liutian aside and turned to the person behind him, saying, "Take him away and lock him up first."
Two black mists suddenly appeared in the void behind him, and two demons stepped forward without saying a word to restrain Yue Liutian and drag him inside.
"Mu Qingheng! Let her go! Open your eyes and take a good look at what you've done to her!"
"Do you have any conscience?! How could you bear to do this to Mengmeng after how she treated you?!"
"Mu Qingheng! You'll regret this—"
He'll regret it, everyone says.
Mu Qingheng glanced at the spot where Yue Liutian had disappeared.
What does regret feel like? Is it the thoughts he had on his mind these past few days, when he secretly watched Mu Meng from the shadows, hiding them from everyone?
—It would have been better if he had started the plan a little later.
If only he hadn't cut away the soft flesh in his heart in the first place.
--if……
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Mu Qingheng suppressed his thoughts and took Mu Meng's slender wrist: "It's windy here, let's go back."
Mu Meng said nothing, but turned to look at the dark and majestic Endless Cliff. The wind tousled her hair, and her large eyes were devoid of light.
...
Soon, the Endless Cliff was deserted, as if all the commotion just moments before had been an illusion.
The cold wind howled, making the place seem even more silent and eerie.
Suddenly, a pale, thin hand reached out from under the endless cliff and slammed down on the black rock at the edge of the cliff.
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