Chapter 77
This was not the first time Wu Ye bit Qing Heng's lips.
He didn't bite hard, but it was enough to disrupt Qingheng's breathing.
The bloody smell of the sword tip piercing his chest lingered at Qingheng's nose. As he sniffed the blood, his eyes seemed to be filled with mist.
His palm moved slightly, and he finally put away the sword.
"madman."
He cursed, adding: "Liar."
"You are right."
Wu Ye held the thin waist of the person in his arms, and put his forehead against his. In the intimacy that he forced her to dominate, she responded in a low voice: "I am a big liar who deserves to die."
"Still a pig."
"It's a pig that's going to be slaughtered by the butcher."
Wu Ye responded to every word, but his actions did not seem like he was repentant.
He was wearing a silver mask and became even more outrageous.
Qingheng was forced to straighten his waist, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the person who was so close to him.
The silver mask covered Wu Ye's entire face, but his angular facial features could still be seen.
Qingheng reached out and tried to take off his mask.
Wu Ye didn't let him pick it.
Wu Ye held his wrist, not knowing what was on his mind.
He called out the Immortal Lord again.
Then, he asked, "Can the Immortal Lord save this demon like me?"
Qingheng's fair face was already stained with a physiological blush, and the porcelain-like skin behind his ears was also flushed.
His temperament is still cold, but the coldness at this moment is fascinating and makes people want to live.
"No."
Qingheng didn't look in the mirror, so he couldn't see what he looked like at the moment.
He just maintained a cold voice and said to Wu Ye mercilessly: "I don't save demons, I only kill demons."
"I want you to save me."
Wu Ye refused to give in and showed no intention of backing down.
The two people's eyes met. After Qingheng met Wu Ye's straightforward gaze, he seemed to be burned by the heat in his eyes and suddenly looked away.
"Have you had enough of the trouble?"
Qingheng stretched out his hand to push the man away. He wanted to end the dangerous situation between them.
But he wanted to end it, but Wu Ye didn't.
Wu Ye raised his hand and set up a barrier.
Ming Qiao was once again blocked outside by the barrier, and his fat body was not lying on its back like before.
This time he curled himself up into a meat can.
The little meat jar was pressed against the wall, grunting like a little piglet.
"No, no."
"Don't be a piggy."
The kid was too anxious before going to bed, and after falling asleep, he dreamed of piglets.
He dreamed that he turned into a pig and was kidnapped and sold.
He was sold to a butcher's shop. Passers-by pointed at him and drooled: "What a fat little pig! Boss, roast him. I want to eat this fat little pig that's dripping with fat."
The little pig, who was being roasted by the boss holding down his fat body, was so anxious that tears came to his eyes.
He begged hard, "Don't eat it!"
He is still young, so you can fatten him up a little and give him more food!
The two adults paid no attention to the piglet's humming and talking in his sleep.
The adults are still dealing with adult relationships.
Wu Ye is still trying to get away with it.
He tried his best to confuse Qing Heng. He read a lot of miscellaneous books, and there was a perverse saying in the miscellaneous books -
As a couple, they fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed.
Wu Ye is trying hard to put this sentence into practice.
He himself had little experience, and everything he had with Qingheng was figured out on his own, relying on instinct.
"My Lord, please forgive me, okay?"
Wu Ye is not good at learning culture, but he is quite smart when it comes to learning other things.
He raised his head and asked Qingheng for forgiveness.
Qingheng closed his eyes and leaned back slightly, revealing his slender and graceful neck.
He wanted to speak, but once he opened his mouth, he was afraid that he would reveal his slightly hoarse voice.
Time passes by little by little.
No one retreated from the tightly-built barrier set up by Wu Ye from dusk till dawn.
Mingqiao's sleeping position also changed from meat can to little turtle.
Twice, he even crawled to the edge of the barrier. Then, as expected, he was bounced back.
The cub was bounced away and had no one to comfort him. He just grumbled to himself and continued to sleep.
It has to be said that the cubs during the day are little darlings held in the palms of their parents’ hands.
At night, the little treasure is worthless and becomes a small light bulb.
Mingqiao slept very tiredly that night.
In his dream, he was a pig. In order to avoid being roasted and eaten, he tried all kinds of extreme ways to survive.
In short, he was extremely tired.
The kid was tired after a night of sleep and got up a little late.
And Qingheng was glad that he got up late.
Wu Ye went crazy all night.
He didn't let Qingheng take off his mask, so he pretended to be the Demon Lord and went crazy.
Qingheng was teased by him again and again, and he was so exhausted that he couldn't feel any intense emotions anymore.
After guessing the identity of the Silver-faced Demon Lord at first, Qingheng looked calm on the surface, but in fact his heart was already in turmoil.
He didn't want to believe it.
But when he walked into the house and saw his son's reaction, he had to believe it.
Wu Ye exposed his wounds in front of him and tried to attract his attention by self-abuse and pitifulness time and time again, but he ignored her.
In the past, he would not have ignored it.
He was really furious at that time.
But he has had a weird personality since he was young, and no matter how many emotions he has in his heart, they rarely show on his face.
He was used to digesting his emotions alone.
Wu Ye knew about his awkwardness.
Wu Ye not only knew it, but also knew how to deal with it.
No matter how painful the wounds on his body were, and even if he had little energy left, Wu Ye still continued to seek his attention over and over again.
Because this process will allow Qingheng's emotions to be released little by little.
Qingheng's outward emotions are invisible to ordinary people.
But Wu Ye could see it.
He is a gossiper and a troublemaker.
One conversation after another, getting closer and closer, and still able to clear Heng's mind.
After a night of hustle and bustle, Wu Ye was also exhausted. He was still sleeping when the sun rose.
None of his injuries have healed yet.
If he doesn't get enough rest, even a body of iron won't be able to bear it.
Qingheng got up before Mingqiao did.
Qingheng got up and went outside, leaving his son and Wu Ye in bed.
Mingqiao opened his eyes from the nightmare of the little pig, and saw his father's face.
He paused for a few seconds, looking around.
After confirming that his mother was not there, he lifted the mask with his little hands and leaned over with his chubby face to take a closer look at his father.
He still couldn't get used to the way his daddy looked with the mask on.
"Daddy."
Ming Qiao even called out softly.
He couldn't shout, so he stopped shouting.
He checked his father's wound. There was fresh medicine on the wound, and it looked like it had been applied not long ago.
"Daddy, sleep well."
Ming Qiao put the mask back on Wu Ye's face, then put on her clothes and went outside to find her mother.
Besides Qingheng, there were also four elders outside.
The fourth elder came to see Ming Qiao and also to tell Qing Heng—
"The Demon Lord ran away."
When the fourth elder mentioned this, he couldn't help but say, "It's all my fault. I wasn't well prepared and he took advantage of the opportunity and ran away."
"But he was seriously injured and can't run far. I ordered my disciples to continue tracking him. Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find him."
"Once we find him, Qiao Qiao will be able to continue to overcome the tribulation."
Ming Qiao, who had come out, pricked up his ears and heard everything the Fourth Elder said.
He trotted over, stood in front of the Fourth Elder, and then looked at him eagerly.
"Fourth Uncle, can you please not capture the Demon Lord?"
"What?"
The fourth elder frowned. He had a fierce-looking face, and when he frowned he looked even more fierce.
But Mingqiao is not afraid of him, because she knows he is good to her.
"Fourth Uncle, please don't catch the Demon Lord."
Ming Qiao couldn't say that the Demon Lord was his biological father. He could only hug the Fourth Elder's thighs and said with tears in his eyes: "The Demon Lord is very good to me. He has never done anything bad."
"How do you know he didn't do anything bad?"
The fourth elder was not soft-hearted towards Ming Qiao's plea: "The fact that he can be the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm is enough to prove that he is not a good person. This time, our Lintian Sect has offended him to death. When he recovers from his injury, he will definitely seek revenge on us."
"Qiao Qiao, I can't listen to you on this matter."
Mingqiao's plea was of no use.
Seeing that the Fourth Elder was still determined to track down the Demon Lord's whereabouts, Qing Heng finally spoke.
"The Demon Lord has done Qiao Qiao a favor, so there is no need to hunt him down. He won't seek revenge."
Fourth Elder: “…”
The fourth elder looked at the two, one big and one small, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Why are you all suddenly soft-hearted towards this devil?"
"Qiao Qiao is young, so it's fine. Qing Heng, do you still remember what you said?"
"You said with your own mouth that you would kill the Demon Lord!"
Qingheng had indeed said this before.
Just like Ming Qiao's previous dream was to capture the Demon Lord, one of the tasks Qing Heng had set for himself was to kill the Demon Lord.
These two siblings, one big and one small, have a good understanding when it comes to matters concerning the Demon Lord.
Qingheng's words are much more useful than Mingqiao's.
After Qing Heng's repeated words, the Fourth Elder angrily agreed not to chase after the Demon Lord.
When the Fourth Elder was leaving, he was visibly unhappy.
Ming Qiao looked at Fourth Uncle who left angrily, and her face drooped.
well.
He and his mother made Fourth Uncle unhappy.
"Qiao Qiao, I need to go out for a while, don't run around in Wuya Peak."
"If you want to run, let Xiaoyou and Duoduo follow you."
Qingheng had just come out of seclusion and didn’t plan to go back into seclusion right away.
He wanted to go out for a while, both to see if anyone could provide clues about the reward he had issued and to get in touch with the outside world.
He still hasn't broken through his bottleneck.
In addition to these two purposes, he had another thing to investigate.
He wanted to check the life of the Silver-faced Demon Lord.
Ming Qiao is usually the clingy one to his mother, but this time his mother didn't bring him along, so he behaved well and didn't ask to follow.
When he looks at his mother now, he feels uneasy.
"Goodbye, mother! I won't run around. I'll just go play with my brothers."
"Um."
Qingheng touched his little face for the last time, then turned and left.
Mingqiao went back to check on his father, but he was still asleep. He then looked at his brother, but he was still practicing.
My brother’s practice seems to have entered a critical state.
Ming Qiao looked for a while, then left quietly without disturbing him.
At this moment, only ginkgo trees are left on Wuya Peak.
"Brother Guoguo, did you do this?"
When Mingqiao came over, Baiguo had just woken up and was eating.
Ming Qiao looked at the many plates in front of him and felt that they did not look like his craft.
I used to live in a log cabin and Baiguo cooked for me.
The meals cooked by Baiguo are all very simple, without too many fancy tricks.
And these on the table look very varied.
"Your uncle made it. He made it in advance and stored it in a small space so it wouldn't go bad."
"If I want to eat it, I just take it out and it's ready."
Ming Qiao: “!”
Mingqiao didn't know that his uncle had this skill.
Bai Guo took another small bowl and chopsticks and handed them to Ming Qiao: "Try it, it's delicious."
Ming Qiao took the bowl and chopsticks, took two bites, and his eyes lit up.
"Uncle is so awesome!"
He never expected that his uncle's cooking skills would improve so quickly.
Seeing that he liked it, Baiguo gently asked him to eat more.
There was too much food, and even though Mingqiao was a big eater, he couldn't finish it.
Just when Mingqiao thought there would be leftovers, Baiguo picked up the bowl and continued eating.
He didn't put down his chopsticks until he finished his meal.
"Qiao Qiao, I want to go out and bask in the sun. Do you want to come with me?"
"Well, okay."
Mingqiao accompanied Baiguo and basked in the sun.
Baiguo has a calm personality, and Mingqiao always feels relaxed in front of him.
He lay in front of the flowerpot, looked at the grass in the pot, and vaguely expressed his troubles.
He said he had lied to his mother and was a bad boy.
The ginkgo trees were made drowsy by the sun.
But facing Mingqiao's troubles, he still overcame his sleepiness, tried to stay awake, and gave Mingqiao advice: "You are not a bad person. If you don't want to lie, I can give you a hint, mother."
Ming Qiao: “…”
Ming Qiao sat up straight and patted his head: "Yes."
He can give his mother a hint!
Ming Qiao stayed with Bai Guo and soon became energetic.
"Brother Guoguo, you are so nice."
Ming Qiao said sweetly, "I like you to be my aunt."
ginkgo:"……"
When Bai Guo suddenly heard the word "aunt", he was stunned at first, and then he curled up his leaves embarrassedly.
Ming Qiao saw him curling up the leaves, and her little mouth opened wider: "Brother Guoguo, you are so shy!"
After finding happiness here with Baiguo, Mingqiao’s anxious mood was relieved.
He happily ran to play with his senior brothers and sisters.
When the seniors saw him, they were all so excited.
"Qiao Qiao, I'm so glad you came back safely."
When Ming Qiao disappeared this time, everyone in the Lintian Sect was worried.
His senior brothers and sisters were afraid that he would have an accident.
Now that Mingqiao has returned safely, they are relieved and at the same time they can't wait to kiss Mingqiao's little face.
Ming Qiao was surrounded by his senior brothers and sisters, and they played for most of the day before they dispersed.
He took some time out to practice for a while.
In the evening, he rode on the little cloud and went to the back of Wuya Peak to see the flowers.
There are many flower seeds scattered on the back of Wuya Peak.
Recently, the flowers have bloomed.
Mingqiao likes to look at beautiful flowers and plants. He sits on a rock, with his face supported by his chubby hands, admiring the large, brightly colored flowers in a very poetic way.
Little Cloud was not interested in looking at flowers and grass.
It flew to the side, turning white and black, and no one knew what it was doing.
Ming Qiao didn't look at it, but looked at the beautiful Gua Gua with an intoxicated look on her face.
As he was watching, an old voice sounded faintly.
The sound was a little quiet and Ming Qiao didn't notice it at first.
It was not until the sound continued and affected Mingqiao's mood for looking at Huahua that he frowned and started searching his body.
He found a colorful stone in a small purse his mother gave him.
This small treasure bag was obtained from an auction and is said to be a relic of a powerful person.
Ming Qiao turned over the stone and heard the sound inside the stone, which suddenly became louder.
He realized belatedly that this magic bag could be soundproof.
The voice from the stone in Ming Qiao's hand was clear: "Kid, do you want to be the leader of the Lintian Sect?"
Since it was put into the brocade bag right after being picked up, the old man in the stone didn’t hear anything Ming Qiao said.
He didn't hear it, so naturally he didn't know whose child Mingqiao was.
He tempted the child in front of him just like he tempted the heart-eating demon.
"I am a soaring cultivator, and it is fate that we meet you."
"I can help you practice, and I can also help you become the head of the Lintian Sect. I can fulfill all your wishes."
"As long as you promise to do something for me."
"How is it? Is it a good deal?"
Ming Qiao didn't hear anything else from the old man's words. He only heard one sentence -
It can help him practice.
If we use this old man to block a thunderstorm, how big a thunderstorm can he block?
Ming Qiao didn't want to harbor any bad intentions, but he instinctively disliked the old man.
After the old man finished speaking, he couldn't help but want to grab the old man to protect himself.
"Am I too bad?"
Realizing that he had this thought, Ming Qiao murmured sadly in his heart.
well.
He is so bad, he is worthy of being the son of the Demon Lord.
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