Lin Qingyang's eyes widened in an instant, and his already somewhat confused consciousness was so frightened by this sudden intimate move that he woke up for a moment. He stared blankly at the enlarged face in front of him, his lips and teeth were pried open, and the hot breath rushed in. He subconsciously wanted to push away, but it was difficult to even lift his frozen fingers, so he could only let him take what he wanted.
Soon, Lin Qingyang felt that the cold air in his body that almost froze the blood was continuously sucked away by Cang Mo along the lips that were touching each other. As the cold air left the body, a gentle heat came back, gently wrapping his frozen heart and flowing along the blood to his limbs.
The feeling was so comfortable, like a person who was frozen in the ice and snow and was suddenly soaked in warm spring water. Lin Qingyang's originally wide eyes slowly lost focus, and his body's instinctive desire for survival made him give up resistance. The fingers on Cang Mo's chest unconsciously grasped the clothes on his chest, and even subconsciously raised his head to chase the source of heat.
After an unknown amount of time, the ashen paleness on Lin Qingyang's face finally faded away, and her cheeks were stained with a layer of crimson due to lack of oxygen and heat. The frost between her eyebrows melted into water droplets and slid down the corners of her eyes, making her eyelashes wet.
Cang Mo slowly let go of his slightly red and swollen lips, their foreheads still touching each other, their breaths intertwined.
"Are you feeling better?" Cang Mo's voice was a little hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.
Lin Qingyang looked at him with confused eyes, opened her mouth, but only let out a few rapid gasps.
Cang Mo stared at the person in his arms, his amber eyes so deep that he seemed to be sucking the person in, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, his thumb gently rubbed his moist lips, and the possessiveness in his eyes almost overflowed.
Lin Qingyang didn't notice Cang Mo's affectionate behavior. The alternating hot and cold tossing had exhausted all his strength. At this moment, he felt that his head was extremely dizzy, and then his eyelids sank, and he was completely plunged into darkness.
"Lin Qingyang?" Cang Mo looked panicked, and quickly took off his robe and wrapped the person tightly, picked him up horizontally, jumped off the rock with a tip of his toes, and flew away quickly along the cave from where he came.
As the two figures disappeared into the darkness, a dull roar sounded, and the cave entrance slowly closed, turning back into the original hard rock wall. In the Netherworld Stream, the frozen water quietly melted and returned to its original state, glowing with cold waves in the dead darkness.
Late at night, Demon King Palace, Blue Wind Palace.
The hall is brightly lit, and several top-quality warm jade stones are placed in the four corners of the room to maintain the indoor temperature as warm as spring.
On the large bed, Lin Qingyang sank into the soft quilt, her eyes closed tightly, her face flushed, and her forehead covered with cold sweat. The ancient vines beside the bed slowly unwound the green vines wrapped around her thin white wrists.
"How?" Cang Mo sat beside the bed, stretched out his hand to touch his hot forehead, and asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious. The human race is not as strong as the demon race. What's more, since he has lost all his spiritual power, his body will be weaker than ordinary people. It is normal to have a fever due to cold. If you drink medicine and sweat and the fever subsides, you will be fine." Gu Teng said slowly.
Cang Mo pursed his lips and said nothing, staring at the person on the bed, his eyes downcast and unable to show any emotion.
"However, his body is extremely fragile. He must be taken care of carefully in the future. He must never go to that kind of cold place again." Gu Teng said slowly.
"I know." Cang Mo said in a deep voice.
"Nothing's wrong, I'll go get someone to make some medicine." Gu Teng nodded slightly and slowly turned around and walked out.
Just as he walked to the door, Cang Mo's deep voice came from behind. "Gu Teng."
Gu Teng slowly turned around and looked at him with a pair of small eyes doubtfully.
Cang Mo looked up and asked, "Do you know of any way to restore his spiritual power?"
Gu Teng said slowly, "Humans' spiritual power is generated by their spiritual roots and then circulates throughout the body. However, his spiritual roots have been severely damaged and it is difficult for him to support the operation of his spiritual power. If he wants to recover, his spiritual roots must be rebuilt."
Cang Mo raised his eyes and looked at him. "Is there any way?"
Gu Teng slowly narrated. "According to legend, when the heaven and earth first opened and chaos was first judged, the pure air rose to become the sky, and the turbid air descended to the earth. At the moment when the heaven and the earth were torn apart..."
"Tell me the important point." Cang Mo said helplessly.
Gu Teng paused and continued, "It is said that there is a treasure called Nirvana Lotus, which can reshape the original Tao foundation, whether it is a demon elixir or a spiritual root. However, I have lived for hundreds of years and I have never heard of anyone seeing it."
Cang Mo was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Go."
Gu Teng nodded and walked out slowly. The door closed gently and the room became quiet again.
Cang Mo sat by the bed, picked up the wet handkerchief from the basin, and put it on his forehead. The touch under his fingertips was hot.
Lin Qingyang used to have strong spiritual power and rarely got sick. Even if he was injured, he recovered quickly. In his memory, he was always a cheerful person, but now he is so fragile that he seems to break if touched.
Cang Mo stared at the person on the bed for a while before murmuring, "Make yourself like this."
He sighed and held his hand exposed outside the quilt. His body was hot, but his hand was cold. He wanted to put it back under the quilt to warm it up, but the hand suddenly held him hard, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
But the person on the bed still had his eyes closed tightly and his brows were furrowed, as if he had fallen into some extremely terrifying nightmare. His breathing became rapid and disordered, his chest heaved violently, and his body was twitching in pain.
"Don't... don't..." Lin Qingyang murmured in a low voice, her head struggling painfully on the pillow, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes and flowing down her cheeks, her voice was filled with tears, "Ah Qi..."
Cang Mo was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and came closer, softly comforting. "I'm here, I'm here, it's okay."
"Ah Qi..." The person in the dream did not hear his response, and was still chanting intermittently, with a somewhat vague voice, "Ah Qi... it hurts... it hurts..."
"Where does it hurt?" Cang Mo looked a little panicked and asked quickly.
Lin Qingyang's lips moved, and her voice was unclear. She could only hear intermittently muttering about pain. Cang Mo leaned over and put her ear almost to his lips, and then she heard his words clearly.
"Ah Qi... do you feel any pain..."
Cang Mo looked stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the face so close to him on the bed, his eyes slowly turned red, and the person on the bed was still thinking in detail.
"It's okay, it's okay... it's all over..." Cang Mo's voice was choked with sobs. He leaned down and hugged the person tightly with the quilt, buried his face in Lin Qingyang's hot neck, and whispered in his ear over and over again.