Lin Qingyang frowned and looked at Qi Mo, doubting that he heard wrongly, and asked, "What did you say?"
Qi Mo stared at him, and after tangled in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and repeated, "I said, I don't like women!"
Lin Qingyang was stunned, looking at him with a strange expression, and there was a strange silence in the room.
Qi Mo looked tense and clenched his fingers unconsciously. The next moment, Lin Qingyang kicked his butt again.
"You dare to make up any lies!" Lin Qingyang said angrily. If he hadn't known the plot, he would have been deceived by this kid.
Qi Mo's eyes darkened, and he slowly raised his head to look at Lin Qingyang. His wolf-like eyes were dark and sharp, with a hint of danger.
Seeing how cruel he was, Lin Qingyang felt that his blood pressure was rising. Lin Yao was right, this kid really couldn't beat him anymore! He turned around and pulled off the painting of Mr. Bu Xing that was hanging on the wall. He flipped the scroll and rolled it up. It was just the right size in his hand. He raised his hand and pulled it towards Qi Mo.
Unexpectedly, Qi Mo suddenly jumped up and grabbed his wrist. He had grown taller during this period, and was actually slightly taller than Lin Qingyang. Staring at him with such a downward attitude gave him a sense of oppression that he had never felt before.
Lin Qingyang frowned and tried to take his hand out but was grabbed tightly. His wrist was painfully grabbed and his expression finally cooled down.
"Let go!" Lin Qingyang glared at him and said sternly.
Qi Mo stared at the person in front of him, with anger and reluctance intertwined in his eyes. The cold face in front of him overlapped with the face in his dream where he was pressed under him and crying. The unwillingness in his heart seemed to turn into fire, making his whole body heat up. His eyes became more ferocious. Instead of letting go, he held on tighter. Demonic Qi overflowed around him, bringing a wave of demonic wind around Lin Qingyang.
In an instant, a more powerful Spiritual Power swayed away, scattering the surrounding Demonic Qi, and then Spiritual Power struck in the chest, directly knocking Qi Mo away, and fell to the ground with a clang.
Qi Mo reluctantly wanted to jump up, but the Spiritual Power was overwhelming and pressed him down, forcing him to kneel on the ground. Qi Mo struggled a few times, Demonic Qi attacked Spiritual Power unwillingly. Lin Qingyang stepped forward with a cold face, holding the scroll in his hand and whipped Spiritual Power hard on his back.
Qi Mo was caught off guard and groaned. He was beaten to the ground and fell to his knees. The Demonic Qi around him immediately dispersed. His face was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Lin Qingyang would actually hit him!
"I really thought I couldn't cure you without Demon-Locking Ring! With your little Demonic Power, you still dare to fight with me!" Lin Qingyang scolded angrily.
Qi Mo raised his eyes and looked at him unconvinced, struggling to get up, but Lin Qingyang jerked over again.
"Why, you don't accept it!" Lin Qingyang glared at him.
Qi Mo lay on the ground, paused, and finally did not try to get up again. He still stared at him unwillingly and said, "Anyway, what I said is true. If you don't believe it, just beat me to death!"
"It's reasonable for you to take action!" She said and slapped him again. Thinking that he actually dared to take action against her, Lin Qingyang's anger rose.
Qi Mo gritted his teeth and said nothing, lowering his eyes and not looking at him, as if he had been wronged and was angry with him.
Lin Qingyang was so angry at the moment that he wanted to give him a lesson, but seeing his look, he raised his hand and paused again and again, and finally threw the scroll to the ground in annoyance.
"Kneel here until I come back!" Lin Qingyang said angrily, turned around and went out a little irritably.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Mo Yan and the red fox at the door before they could escape.
"Let's go out." Mo Yan said with some embarrassment.
Lin Qingyang raised an eyebrow and looked at him. The red fox was still stretching its neck and looked into the room curiously. Lin Qingyang waved his hand and closed the door.
Seeing Lin Qingyang's ugly face, the red-furred fox hid behind Mo Yan's head in fear.
Mo Yan touched his nose in embarrassment and said, "Just beat me. You just don't beat me enough. You can't let these monsters get used to you, otherwise they will crawl on your head sooner or later."
Lin Qingyang glanced at the red fur fox on his head and said nothing.
In the room, Qi Mo listened to the footsteps outside and walked away, then frowned and looked at the scroll on the ground. His face felt unhappy, and he showed his claws and completely tore the already damaged scroll into pieces.
Lin Qingyang went out and went directly to the next door to find Jin Buhuan. The female disciples in the bath before were Myriad Spirits Sect's. Although they apologized at the time, they should still give them some comfort. Compensation. Thinking that Jin Buhuan was responsible for financial transactions and was relatively familiar with the Myriad Spirits Sect, I dragged him to the Myriad Spirits Sect and sent him a batch of high-quality elixirs as an apology.
Su Jingui has always been smooth and easy to talk to. When he learned of his intention, he called a few female disciples to make peace. When they saw Lin Qingyang personally come to apologize, they couldn't say anything else. Moreover, these elixirs were very valuable and were really rare for ordinary disciples, so they all accepted the gifts to express their thanks.
Lin Qingyang thought of what Qi Mo had said before, and asked the female disciples if they had seen a suspicious man in black at that time. Everyone shook their heads and said they had not seen it. Lin Qingyang frowned, could this kid really be talking nonsense, but he felt something was wrong in his heart.
When the two came out of the Myriad Spirits Sect's residence, it was already getting dark. Jin Buhuan was shaking his fan and chatting while walking.
"Demon Clan mostly acts according to his nature. I think he is just curious for a moment, so he just needs to be disciplined."
Lin Qingyang sighed helplessly, then thought of something and asked, "Do you know under what circumstances, Sword Spirit will disappear?"
"Why do you ask? Windflower Sword is in trouble?" Jin Buhuan said.
Lin Qingyang said worriedly, "In the past, she only became unresponsive when I was injured or when Spiritual Power was restricted, but now everything is normal, but she still keeps sleeping."
"When did it start?" Jin Buhuan asked.
"It was during Cloudsea Heavenly Diagram that we met a butterfly demon. Later, the inner elixir of the butterfly demon exploded. I... entered a dream, and when I came out again, she was gone." Lin Qingyang said.
Jin Buhuan thought for a while and said, "As far as I know, some Illusion Realm can indeed suppress spirits like Sword Spirit."
"But it's out now." Lin Qingyang said.
"It may be that some of the shocks caused during the explosion have not yet recovered. Don't worry, Windflower Sword is not that easy to break." Jin Buhuan said.
Lin Qingyang frowned and said nothing. Thinking of the scene in the dream, he couldn't help but feel worried. He added, "After the inner elixir of the butterfly demon exploded, I entered a very strange dream. It felt too real."
"What does the butterfly demon you are talking about look like?" Jin Buhuan asked.
Lin Qingyang roughly described the appearance of the butterfly demon, but Jin Buhuan looked a little weird when he heard the words.
"What's wrong?" Lin Qingyang asked.
Jin Buhuan paused and then said, "The blue butterfly demon you are talking about should be Prophetic Dream Butterfly."
"Prophetic Dream Butterfly?" This name gave Lin Qingyang a bad feeling.
Jin Buhuan continued, "Most of the butterfly demon's skills are indeed dream-making, but Prophetic Dream Butterfly's inner elixir also has another function," Jin Buhuan said, paused and looked up at him, "Prophetic Dream Butterfly's dreams can predict the future."
Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the horrific scene in his dream, he felt cold all over.