Chapter 76
He didn't know how long Qingheng had been standing in front of him, let alone how long Qingheng had been staring at him.
He froze in place, blood dripping from his body and splattering on the ground.
"Qingheng, I——"
Before Wu Ye could finish his words, Qing Heng's sword stabbed straight at him.
"You are the Silver-faced Demon Lord."
Qingheng didn't give him a chance to speak, and stabbed his vital points with every sharp thrust of his sword.
Wu Ye: “…”
Wu Ye felt even more aggrieved.
He was caught by his son, beaten by his in-laws, and now he is being killed by his wife!
What evil has he done!
He obviously didn't do anything bad!
Wu Ye felt extremely aggrieved. Facing Qing Heng's sword, he could only hide.
He hid while running towards the Cliffless Peak.
Qingheng: "?"
Qingheng looked at him rushing towards Wuya Peak without hesitation, and frowned slightly.
soon.
Wu Ye hid in the room where he and Qing Heng lived.
Qing Heng didn't want to ruin the room, so he stood at the door and shouted coldly: "Come out!"
Wu Ye sat on the floor in the room and retorted, "Not coming out!"
Qingheng: "..."
Qingheng felt that the Silver-faced Demon Lord was a little different from what he had imagined.
The two of them faced each other strangely across a door.
Qingheng had the same idea as the elders who had just chased Wu Ye.
He also wanted to capture Wu Ye to help his son overcome the tribulation.
Wu Ye closed the door with his backhand, but he didn't actually lock it.
He sat on the floor, thinking about the group of people outside waiting to catch him. He frowned, lowered his head and hugged himself tightly.
"Why am I so unlucky?"
He muttered, not sure how he was going to get out of this now.
As he was muttering to himself, a small figure came into his sight.
It was Ming Qiao who was meditating on the bed.
He looked at his son with his eyes closed and came up with a plan in his mind.
"Qingheng, your son is in my hands."
Wu Ye said to the person outside the door: "For your son's safety, you have to listen to me now!"
As soon as Wu Ye finished speaking, Qing Heng, who was outside the door, began to feel fearful.
"Don't touch my son."
Qingheng stood at the door. Perhaps it was because the Demon Lord had behaved so strangely just now that although he was a little wary, he did not feel a trace of fear in his heart.
He didn't even feel dangerous.
In a calm tone, he negotiated with the Demon Lord in the door: "Send my son out, and I can satisfy you whatever you want."
Wu Ye: “!”
Wu Ye was really tempted.
But after a moment of excitement, he regained his senses.
He shook his head, then immediately remembered that he was shaking his head, and Qingheng couldn't see it.
So he said, "I don't want anything. I want to take a rest now."
Fighting is really tiring.
Besides, he was beaten so badly.
He just wants to have a good rest now.
Qingheng agreed to his request to rest.
There was nothing more to say between the two of them, and Wu Ye was too tired to yell at Qing Heng.
He moved to the edge of the bed but didn't get on it.
Qingheng is a mysophobe and loves to be clean. If he looks like this, he will be scolded if he goes to bed.
"Stinky son."
Wu Ye looked at his son meditating on the bed and snorted, "Who did you inherit this cleverness from?"
Wu Ye is a very narcissistic person.
But he felt that his son's smart little brain was not inherited from him.
As a father, sometimes I am not as smart as my son.
"You don't follow your mother either. Your mother is also easy to please."
"You didn't inherit it from the previous generation, did you? Is it from your grandpa or grandma?"
Wu Ye talked to himself for a long time and was indeed tired.
There is a small suite separated in the room, which was specially created by Wu Ye.
When adults take children to bed, if they want to have a nightlife at night, they always have to avoid the children.
When Wu Ye suggested adding a separate suite, Qing Heng immediately understood his intention.
Qingheng naturally disagreed.
However, Wu Ye spaced the sets well and they were not removed.
At this moment, he was lying in his own separate suite, with his eyes closed, sleeping quietly.
Outside the door.
Qingheng saw You Qing approaching.
"Qiao Qiao is really in the room?"
"Yes, he is practicing in his room."
You Qing stood next to Qing Heng and said to him, "I saw it. I saw the Demon Lord go in."
"Xiaoyou."
Qingheng lowered his eyes and saw that there was no worry or tension on You Qing's little face.
This is even more wrong.
He asked, "You have been in contact with the Demon Lord these days. Do you think there is anything strange about him?"
You Qing hesitated for a moment and replied, "He was very kind to Qiao Qiao. He gave the Heavenly Demon Cage to Qiao Qiao."
"The Sky Demon Cage is the private property of the Demon Lords of all generations. Qiao Qiao is not a demon, and he does not have the bloodline of a Demon Lord. He cannot open the Sky Demon Cage."
You Qing: “Really?”
You Qing said: "Anyway, he gave it to Qiao Qiao."
An adult and a child were standing at the door talking about the Demon Cage and Ming Qiao.
In the room, Ming Qiao, who had been meditating for a long time, also opened his eyes.
Although he is a genius, the later the stage, the harder it is to cultivate, and it is impossible for him to break through in just a few hours.
The last time I was outside with my senior brother, he practiced for several days before he had a breakthrough!
This time, he also made the golden elixir in his body more solid.
After practicing, Ming Qiao looked at the bed and saw blood under the bed.
The sight of the blood made his brows furrow.
He pulled out the demon cage, and Naiyin was unhappy.
"Mind Eater, did you bump into the cage and bleed?"
Mingqiao is not as obsessed with mysophobia as his mother and uncle, but he also remembers that his mother doesn't like the floor to be dirty.
He stood up, opened the cage a little, and went to check on the mind eater.
There is another layer of shackles in the demon cage.
The mind-eating demon can't escape.
Ming Qiao poked his head out, looked for a long time, and was stunned: "You are not bleeding."
The Mind Eater wasn't bleeding, so whose wound was on the floor?
The heart-eating demon trapped in the demon cage had frighteningly red eyes.
He was waiting in the cage, hoping to find a disciple, elder, or even the leader of the Lintian Sect.
He was planning to sell Mo Xu out.
But after waiting for a long time, he only got this little annoying guy.
Looking at the annoying little guy peeking out, the Mind Eater wanted to scare him or tell him to get out, but suddenly -
The Mind Eater stared at his little hands that opened the cage and laughed out loud.
"magic."
"You are a demon."
The Heart Eater seemed to have heard a huge joke. He looked at Ming Qiao and laughed crazily: "No wonder the Demon Lord wanted to capture me for you. He even wanted to kill me."
"So, you are the son of the Demon Lord!"
"This is so funny. The little disciple that everyone in Lintian Sect protects so much is actually the son of the Demon Lord!"
"If this matter gets out, the Lintian Sect's reputation for many years will be ruined in an instant!"
Ming Qiao: “…”
Mingqiao felt like he was listening to some nonsense when he said this.
"I am not the son of the Demon Lord. I caught the Demon Lord, so I can open this cage."
"impossible."
The Heart Eater laughed arrogantly, and said with great certainty: "Only the bloodline of the Demon Lord can open the Heavenly Demon Cage."
"You are the son of the Demon Lord. This is absolutely true."
The sound from the Demon Cage cannot be heard outside.
Only when you are very close to the Demon Cage, only one step away, can you hear the sound.
Therefore, the voices of Ming Qiao and the Mind Eater were heard by Wu Ye only after Ming Qiao fell on his butt and his little body retreated a far distance.
As soon as Wu Ye sat up, he heard a baby voice crying out in dismay.
"You're lying, my father is not the Demon Lord!"
"My father has a name, his name is Wu Ye!"
Ming Qiao's babyish voice of collapse fell into Wu Ye's ears, making Wu Ye's heart wrench.
He didn't care about anything else and rushed out in one step.
He closed the demon cage, then struck the mind-eating demon with a palm until it could no longer nag.
After beating the mind-eating demon and locking the cage, he turned his back to his son, his body stiff, not daring to turn around.
Ming Qiao: “???”
When Ming Qiao saw the Demon Lord rushing in from the inner room, her face was filled with shock.
He raised his face and stared at the figure of the Demon Lord with his round eyes.
After a while.
His eyes were red, and he said in a crying voice, "Turn around."
Wu Ye didn't dare to turn around.
"Turn around!"
Mingqiao's baby voice rose to a high pitch. He was angry and anxious, and climbed up from the floor.
Wu Ye could tell that his son was getting anxious.
He froze and turned slowly.
Ming Qiao looked at the mask on his face for a few seconds, then moved a stool from the side.
He stepped onto the stool and stood on tiptoe to reach the mask he had been looking at for several days.
The little guy was too small, and even if he stepped on the bench, he couldn't reach Wu Ye's face.
It was Wu Ye who bent down himself and resigned himself to letting him stretch out his little hand.
The silver mask was removed.
Ming Qiao saw the familiar handsome face under the mask.
He stared at this handsome face, and his mouth pursed.
"Son, don't cry."
Wu Ye was heartbroken when he saw his son's tears falling: "Daddy didn't hide it from you on purpose, Daddy just didn't know how to tell you!"
"My dear son, it's all Daddy's fault."
Wu Ye picked up his sad son, wiped his tears with his big hands, and kept comforting him.
"Daddy will apologize to you, please stop crying, okay?"
Wu Ye asked for forgiveness while clarifying himself.
"Although Daddy is the Demon Lord, he has never done anything bad!"
"Daddy swears!"
"The storybook says you are very bad."
"The little storybook wronged me. I'm not a bad person at all."
Wu Ye talked so much that his lips were almost worn out before he could finally stop his son from crying.
The two of them were talking in the room.
Outside the door, Qingheng's voice sounded again: "Demon Lord, have you rested enough? If you have, send my son out."
As soon as he heard Qingheng's voice, Wu Ye became visibly more anxious.
"Son, I beg you to keep it a secret from your mother for me!"
"You have to talk to him about this slowly, otherwise he might get angry and change your father."
"You don't want to have a stepfather, do you?"
After Wu Ye explained the interests involved to his son, he clasped his hands together and begged his son directly.
"As long as you help Dad keep it a secret this time, you can give it to Dad in the future!"
Ming Qiao: “…”
Ming Qiao was confused by his father's nonsense and incoherent words.
There were still tears on his little face and his little hands were waving wildly.
"I'm a son!"
He doesn't want to exchange sons with his father!
The father and son were still struggling to their limit when the footsteps outside the door approached.
Wu Ye reached out his big hand, picked up the mask and put it back on.
Almost at the moment he put on his mask again, Qingheng pushed the door open.
The door opened, Ming Qiao looked at his mother at the door, and then at his father beside him.
He is such a smart kid, it's rare for his brain to freeze up.
"Mother, mother."
He opened his mouth and shouted stupidly.
Qingheng looked at the scene of a big and a small person standing side by side in the room, and it was just as he had expected when he was outside.
This demon lord did not hurt Qiao Qiao.
But Jojo cried.
"come over."
Qingheng said to Mingqiao.
Mingqiao took two steps towards him, then turned around and looked at his father.
Wu Ye's mind was also spinning rapidly at this moment.
"You have to take me in."
Wu Ye improvised an excuse: "Your son has been poisoned by the poison I put in him. You have to take me in and not let anyone catch me. Otherwise, I won't cure your son."
Qing Heng looked at his son's nervous face and said calmly, "Okay."
He agreed so quickly that Wu Ye's ominous premonition became even stronger.
Two adults, plus two children inside and outside the door.
There were four people, big and small, and the atmosphere was indescribably weird.
Wu Ye stayed successfully.
Ming Qiao also just discovered that Wu Ye had many wounds on his body.
Lintian Sect is the leader of the immortal sects and the natural enemy of demons. The injuries they left on Wu Ye were a little difficult to heal.
Ming Qiao was upset and angry at first, but now seeing the bloody wound on his father's body, he sniffed and felt heartbroken.
When Ming Qiao saw that Wu Ye bandaged his wound roughly without even applying medicine, he could no longer sit still.
“You can’t just pack it.”
He walked over with his short legs and said, "I need medicine!"
He took out the medicine from the storage ring and sprinkled it on Wu Ye's wound.
Wu Ye seemed to be in great pain, and he hissed and gasped for air.
He hissed, and Mingqiao's chubby little hands trembled.
Mingqiao was shaking so much that tears almost fell again.
"Mother, come and apply some medicine on him."
Ming Qiao did not forget her father's request, and with tears in her eyes, she concealed her father's identity: "He is not the evil demon lord."
He is daddy.
Ming Qiao didn't say these words.
Qing Heng glanced at the wound and said calmly, "No need to apply medicine, it will heal just the same."
"Qiao Qiao, don't you still need to practice? Go and practice."
"I'll fix it later."
The current situation in the house makes Mingqiao very worried.
He didn't even dare to walk out of the house to look for Brother Guoguo next door.
Time is passing by little by little.
I don’t know how long it took, but it was completely dark.
You Qing came in, took Ming Qiao to have a meal, and then went next door to see Bai Guo for a while.
When they went there, Baiguo was sleeping again.
So, Mingqiao couldn't talk to Baiguo.
After wandering around outside for a while, when night fell, Ming Qiao did not go to sleep in You Qing or Bai Guo's room.
He slept on the bed in the room, sleeping with Qingheng.
"Mother, where does he sleep?"
Ming Qiao, who was wearing pajamas, pointed at Wu Ye with her little finger.
Qing Heng didn't even look at the other person in the room. He asked casually, "Where do you want him to sleep?"
Of course Mingqiao wanted his father to sleep on the bed.
But after looking at his mother's face, he didn't dare to say it.
He threw a quilt down and said in a weak voice, "Sleep on the floor and cover yourself with the quilt."
After Ming Qiao threw away the quilt, he lay back and fell asleep obediently in his own bed.
"Mother."
He blinked his eyes and said in a soft voice: "Come to bed, I'll tell you a story."
"Um."
Qingheng lay back down, hugged the chubby baby in his arms, and lowered his head to tell him a story.
Tonight's bedtime story was not particularly heartwarming.
The protagonist of the story is a pig who lied and deceived others, and eventually got caught by a butcher.
The pig that Qingheng was talking about was a big pig.
Ming Qiao listened and felt like a pig.
A little pig that deceived its mother.
After Qingheng finished telling the story, Mingqiao, who had put himself in the shoes of the piglet, fell asleep anxiously.
He was quite well behaved before going to bed, leaning in Qingheng's arms, his two little hands grabbing Qingheng's clothes.
As soon as he fell asleep, he rolled away by himself.
I don’t know if it’s because he was always kicked into the corner at night, but Mingqiao will now roll into the corner when he sleeps alone.
He could sleep soundly for a while by rolling against the corner.
The bed is next to the window.
There is a soft and bright moonlight outside the window, seeping in vaguely.
Wu Ye was still awake under the bed.
He stared straight at Qingheng's back, not feeling sleepy at all.
Mingqiao's snoring could be heard in the room.
Wu Ye listened to the little snoring and cried out in pain softly.
"Immortal Lord Qingheng, my body hurts."
"The elders in your sect were too cruel. They almost beat me to death."
"I'm bleeding again."
Not only did Wu Ye scream in pain, he also tore open his wound with his own hands to allow the blood to release.
He just kept bleeding, with no intention of taking care of it himself.
Qingheng slept with his back to him, his eyes closed, and didn't look back.
After a while, Qingheng uttered two words -
“It smells bad.”
After saying the word Qingheng, Wu Ye looked at his bleeding wound, curled his lips, and finally the bleeding stopped.
He treated the wound casually, and then started yelling again.
"The floor is so hard, I can't sleep."
"It hit my wound, and it split open again."
"Qingheng Immortal Lord, how come you have no humanity at all?"
"Everyone says you have a kind heart, but I am so miserable in front of you and you ignore me."
“I am only kind to people.”
Qingheng said in a cold voice: "I have never been kind to demons."
"Why are you so discriminating against demons? Demons can be good or bad."
"Demons can be divided into good and bad, but I don't believe the Demon Lord is good."
Qingheng's words made Wu Ye choke.
Wu Ye has not committed any unforgivable crime, but he is certainly not a good person.
He is an orphan, and if he really wants to be a good person, it will be difficult for him to even grow up.
"The Demon Lord is not a good person, but he also has a heart."
Wu Ye sat on the ground, staring at Qing Heng's back. He asked softly, "Do you believe in the heart of the Demon Lord?"
Qingheng didn't answer.
Wu Ye waited patiently for a while, and finally, he let out a long sigh.
"The Demon Lord wants to be a good person, but you don't give him a chance. In this case, the Demon Lord doesn't want to be a good person anymore."
Qingheng: "?"
Qingheng: "What?"
Qingheng realized something was wrong and tried to get up, but the next second, a warm body was pressed against his back.
Wu Ye hasn't hugged Qingheng for a long time.
On a night like this, there was no way he could control himself.
He climbed onto the bed and held Qingheng in his arms.
"Qing Heng Immortal Lord, everyone says that you have mercy on all living things. Today, please have mercy on a poor demon like me."
"My sweetheart doesn't want me anymore, and I'm scared now."
Wu Ye whispered in a gentle tone, but his hands were clenched tightly.
"roll."
Qingheng slapped his body backwards suddenly, forcing his body to be slightly separated from the person behind him.
He drew out his palm sword and pressed it against Wu Ye's chest.
"Get out of my bed."
Wu Ye did not go down.
He was wearing a silver mask and leaned forward without any hesitation.
At the moment the tip of the sword pierced his body, he bit Qingheng's lips.
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