The air in the carriage seemed to freeze.
Lin Qingyang looked at Cang Mo approaching in front of him, with a terrifying undercurrent surging in his amber wolf eyes. He instinctively shrank back, pressed his back against the cold wall of the carriage, and laughed hard, "Your Highness... what are you talking about, I don't understand."
Cang Mo narrowed his eyes, slowly stepped back half an inch, leaned back on the chair again, and stared at Lin Qingyang, as if he was looking at a prey that had fallen into a trap and was still struggling to its death.
"Lin Qingyang, you're still pretending at this point." Cang Mo sneered and gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have to do it myself and peel off your rabbit skin?"
Lin Qingyang's Adam's apple rolled up and she couldn't answer the question for a moment. She glanced at the half-opened car window next to her in panic. The night wind outside the window was howling and it was pitch black.
Cang Mo followed his gaze and let out a mocking snort, "This place is hundreds of feet above the ground. If you're not afraid of death, you can jump down."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a gray shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and the person opposite actually turned around and jumped out of the window!
Cang Mo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he kicked over the low table between the two of them. With the sound of the tea set breaking, he rushed over, grabbed Lin Qingyang's waist, and dragged the man who had already leaned out half of his body back.
"Bang! Bang!" The two car windows were instantly shaken by the powerful demonic energy and sealed shut.
Cang Mo pushed the man who was still struggling in his arms onto the couch, and was so angry that his voice was trembling. "Lin Qingyang... you really want to die so much!"
Lin Qingyang was beaten to pieces. As soon as he stood up, he faced Cang Mo's gloomy face that was almost dripping with water.
"I don't want to die! Don't get excited first. If you have something to say, say it properly!" Lin Qingyang said quickly, shrinking back with a guilty conscience.
Cang Mo noticed his hand hidden behind his back, narrowed his wolf eyes, stretched out his hand in front of him, and opened his palm coldly.
Lin Qingyang swallowed and handed over the thing in his hand. It was a high-level wind control talisman, but even with this, he might not be able to land safely if he jumped from such a height.
Cang Mo's face darkened, his fingers suddenly closed, and with a soft "pop" sound, the wind control talisman instantly turned into ashes. His amber eyes stared at Lin Qingyang, the anger in his eyes did not diminish at all, and he gritted his teeth and continued to ask:
"Then what magic weapon did you use to look like this?"
Lin Qingyang grabbed the soft cushion under her body, her two long rabbit ears pressed back uneasily, and she lowered her head and said nothing.
Cang Mo leaned down, and his tall figure instantly enveloped him. His voice was low and dangerous. "Should you take it out yourself, or should I strip you naked and search it myself?"
Looking at the person in front of him, Lin Qingyang took a deep breath, finally lowered his eyes in resignation, reached into his collar, touched the close-fitting silver chain, gritted his teeth and tugged hard.
There was a crisp sound of "bah", the silver chain was wrapped around the white neck, and the black pearls fell on the couch.
Almost at the same time, the illusion covering his face faded away like water waves. The fluff on his face quickly faded away, revealing smooth skin and soft and delicate facial features. The long ears disappeared, and the long black hair fell down...
In the blink of an eye, the fluffy rabbit head disappeared, and was replaced by the familiar handsome face, but now his long hair was messy and his clothes were slightly open, making him look a little embarrassed.
Cang Mo's eyes were fixed on that face. His originally fierce eyes trembled imperceptibly, and there was a fleeting flash of scarlet in his eyes. He immediately looked away and straightened up.
He stretched out his hand to pick up the mirage bead, stared at it, and exerted force on his fingertips as if to vent his anger, and the bead instantly turned into powder.
Lin Qingyang's flesh ached when he saw it. These were mirage beads from the East China Sea. He had spent a lot of money to receive just a few of them, but he didn't dare to say anything now.
He propped himself up and sat up, carefully looked at Cang Mo's face, and said tentatively, "Actually... I can explain what happened back then."
Cang Mo looked at him condescendingly and sneered, "Explain what? Explain why you left me in the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons to die, or why you pretended not to know me in front of me with such a ridiculous look?"
Lin Qingyang lowered his head guiltily and whispered, "Actually, I knew that you had the blood of the Demon King and could not die, so when you were in the Ten Thousand Demons Forest..."
"He abandoned me without hesitation." Cang Mo cut off his words coldly.
Lin Qingyang's eyelashes trembled, she took a deep breath, raised her head and looked directly at him. "I know this sounds a bit ridiculous, but the truth is this. I really had no choice at the time, I... never wanted to let you die."
There was a brief dead silence in the carriage.
Cang Mo stared at him for a long time, then suddenly twitched the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, "Okay, since you know that I am not dead, why haven't you come to see me in the past five years?"
Lin Qingyang blinked, and her voice became weaker. "Isn't this... I'm afraid you are still angry, and I want to wait until you are angry before talking..."
"Really?" Cang Mo took a step closer and put his knees on the soft couch, "Then I'm very curious. If you are not caught by me today, when are you going to see me? Five years, eight years, or ten years? Or are you going to hide from me for the rest of your life with that ridiculous look on your face?"
Cang Mo almost shouted the last half of the sentence.
Lin Qingyang was so shocked that she shrank her shoulders and moved her body quietly to the inside of the bed.
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, and he grabbed his ankle and pulled hard. Lin Qingyang exclaimed and was dragged back to the couch. Then, a tall shadow pressed down on him and pinned him down on the couch.
"What are you hiding from? You haven't hid enough in five years?!"
"What are you doing!" Lin Qingyang put his hands on Cang Mo's shoulders, and under his palms were his muscles that were as tight as stones.
Cang Mo's eyes were red, and he stared at the person below him, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice. "Lin Qingyang, did you ever go back to find me?"
Lin Qingyang's expression froze, his eyes evaded and he turned his head, silent.
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, and the unwillingness and resentment in his eyes turned into terrifying violence. He pulled open Lin Qingyang's collar, lowered his head, and bit down on the fair neck.
"Hiss--"
Lin Qingyang gasped in pain and struggled instinctively, but Cang Mo grabbed her wrist and pinned her down on the couch.
The sharp canine teeth pierced the skin mercilessly, and the bloody smell instantly spread between the lips and teeth. Looking at the dazzling white hair buried in his neck, Lin Qingyang looked dazed for a moment, remembering the first time he brought the wolf cub back to Qingfeng Pavilion, he also bit him like this, his eyes suddenly felt sore, and his voice was choked and shouted:
"Ah Qi..."
The long-lost call fell into my ears, and the force on my neck suddenly stopped.
But the next moment, the canine teeth penetrated deeper. A hot and overbearing demonic energy invaded the meridians along the wound. Lin Qingyang trembled as if he had been burned. The strength of his limbs was instantly drained. He could only slump on the couch limply, forced to bear the other party's venting, and his posture was as intimate as a hug after a long separation.
After an unknown amount of time, the man on his body finally relaxed his teeth.
Cang Mo raised his head, his thin lips were stained with bright red blood, and his cold and charming face revealed a thrilling violence.
Lin Qingyang panted heavily, with physiological redness in the corners of her eyes, and looked at him feebly.
Cang Mo leaned down, pressed against his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Lin Qingyang, don't expect me to let you go."
After saying that, he stood up suddenly, without looking at the person on the couch, turned around, kicked the car door, and strode out.
"Bang!"
The car door slammed shut again, and the car fell into dead silence again.
Lin Qingyang lay paralyzed on the couch for a while and then sat up with difficulty. He raised his hand and touched the wet bite marks on his neck. As soon as his fingertips touched it, he gasped in pain.
"Sure enough, as I grow older, my bites hurt more than before..."
He smiled bitterly, looked at the messy carriage on the floor, and suddenly came to his senses.
No, the carriage is flying in the sky now. Where has this kid gone?
Outside the carriage, high in the sky.
Cang Mo sat cross-legged on the roof of the car in the wind. His black robes were torn by the strong wind, and his silver hair was flying wildly. He stared ahead with a heavy face, and his whole body exuded a terrifying low pressure that kept strangers away. It frightened the demon guards around him to silently pull their mounts three feet away.
The demons exchanged strange looks.
Everyone saw it just now. The rabbit head tried to jump out of the car, but was dragged back by the king. Later, there was another scream, but now there is no sound at all.
The tiger demon swallowed, moved closer to the hawk demon, and murmured in a low voice, "The king won't get angry and eat that rabbit as a midnight snack, right?"