The dragon and phoenix red candles on the table burned quietly, and the candlelight swayed gently, reflecting the big red words "happy" on the wall and Cang Mo's angular face, flickering brightly and dimly.
Cang Mo sat by the bed and gently removed the heavy crown on Lin Qingyang's head. There was a trace of contented calmness in his voice. "On the wedding night, do you still have the heart to think about this?"
Lin Qingyang let him dismantle the complicated decorations little by little, with no expression on his face, and said calmly, "Actually, I have always found one thing very strange. Regarding the Scarlet Refining Sect, the flaws on the scene are so obvious, as if they are waiting to be discovered. If you really want to provoke a conflict between the two races, you can do it more beautifully."
Cang Moan lowered his head and focused on untying his belt, and then unbuttoned the wedding dress that he had put on himself little by little.
Lin Qingyang watched him take off his robe, and continued, "The Nine Heavens Sword was damaged in the war five hundred years ago. It has been missing for five hundred years. Tie Zhenshan has been searching for half his life but couldn't find it. How could it be found by a demon so casually? Someone could only have given it to him on purpose., and borrowed his hand to destroy the Scarlet Lian Sect. I always thought it was Bi Yue, but I didn't realize it until just now. In fact, there was another magic weapon that disappeared in that battle, which was the Xiaoyue Sword in your hand! The one who is most likely to find the Nine Heavens Sword in the world is you."
Cang Mo stopped for a moment and said nothing, but there was a faint excitement in his eyes when he looked at Lin Qingyang.
Lin Qingyang stared at him, his eyes calm and sharp, and said, "The Nine Heavens Sword is a divine weapon of the human race. There is no reason to demonize it easily. However, if it is fed with the blood of the demon king, the resentment of the demon slaves who died in the weapon refining workshop will gather and demonize because of your blood, just like the bones in Wasteland Town back then."
Cang Mo chuckled lightly, put aside the gorgeous wedding robe, and admitted frankly. "As expected, I can't hide anything from you."
Lin Qingyang said with a cold face and a faint anger in his eyes, "Is it fun to coax me to play these days?"
"There is no way, why have you been hiding and refusing to come out to see me." Cang Mo looked at him quietly, his eyes burning and paranoid, "I know that you will not just watch the war between the two tribes, and Mo Yan will definitely look for you when he encounters something that cannot be solved, and sure enough, you showed up."
Lin Qingyang's face darkened, and he said with anger in his eyes, "Just to lure me out, you killed the entire Red Refining Sect!"
"What's the matter?" Cang Mo sneered, without any guilt in his tone, "Compared to the monsters who died in the hands of the human race, what are these people? What's more, the Scarlet Lian Sect has been using demon slaves to refine weapons these years. In the words of your human race, they deserve to die!"
Lin Qingyang was speechless for a moment. From Cang Mo's position, she really couldn't accuse him of anything. There may be innocent people in the Red Lian Sect, but this is obviously not what Cang Mo should consider as the demon king. If we talk about innocent people, there are countless demon clans who died at the hands of humans.
The anger in his eyes slowly faded away, and he looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression, and said, "I underestimated you."
Since the reunion, I have more or less viewed him from the past. Even though his appearance and temperament have changed, I still feel that he is still the stubborn and awkward wolf cub back then. But I have forgotten that five years is enough for the wolf cub back then to grow into a thoughtful, ruthless and decisive emperor. In such a big situation, it seems that it is not unfair for me to fall into his hands.
"Thank you for your good teaching back then." Cang Mo chuckled, frivolously picking up a strand of Lin Qingyang's hair with his fingers, and sniffing it gently between his nose.
"I don't dare to take it seriously. I'm not as sinister as you." Lin Qingyang snorted, then paused and said, "Besides luring me out, what else are you planning to do? The Scarlet Refining Sect is the largest supplier of weapons to the Immortal Alliance. Getting rid of them can weaken the Immortal Alliance to a great extent."
Lin Qingyang was silent for a moment, looked at him with a more serious look and asked, "Cang Mo, what do you think about the relationship between the two races?" The demon tribe has been enslaved by the human race for so many years and has deep grudges. There should be many voices advocating revenge among the demon tribe. However, judging from Cang Mo's control over the Demon Emperor City, whether he wants to fight against the human race or make peace is probably only a matter of his imagination.
Cang Mo looked at him with raised eyebrows, then suddenly lowered his head and came closer, saying in an ambiguous voice, "Do you have to talk about this tonight? Or do you think that you can avoid it by delaying time like this?"
The hot breath blew past his ears, and Lin Qingyang's face stiffened, and then returned to normal. It was probably because he had gone through all the noise and fuss before, and now he felt much calmer.
"You were talking endlessly just now, why are you not talking now?" Cang Mo's voice was low, and he looked at his eyes which were getting brighter and brighter, with emotions that could hardly be suppressed.
Lin Qingyang looked directly at him, without evading his eyes, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Can you do it? Otherwise, let me teach you from above."
At this point, he would not waste his energy on useless resistance. Since he couldn't escape, he might as well fight for the initiative. But this cunning and frivolous expression, in Cang Mo's eyes, was tantamount to seduction.
"You'll know if I know how to do it." Cang Mo leaned very close to her, his heavy breathing was extremely hot.
Lin Qingyang didn't speak, he just looked at the person close to him quietly, his calm eyes looked more like a silent mockery and provocation to the confusion and fascination in Cang Mo's eyes.
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, and the lust in his eyes could no longer be suppressed. He clasped the back of the other person's head and kissed him fiercely. The smell of alcohol invaded his lips and teeth. Lin Qingyang put her hand on his shoulder, but only lightly grabbed the other person's clothes without resisting. He allowed the other person to peel off the remaining clothes on his body, and the large demonic patterns on his back glowed faintly red due to emotion, which was strange and gorgeous.
He pushed the person down on the bed and placed delicate kisses on every inch, leaving traces wantonly.
"Did it hurt back then?" Cang Mo's voice was low and hoarse, and he kissed the hideous scar on his abdomen.
"There's so much nonsense!" Lin Qingyang said impatiently, with a slight breath in his voice as he cursed, "Can you do it? If not, let me do it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qingyang couldn't help but snorted, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and she stared blankly at the red curtain above her head, the clarity in her eyes gradually being submerged.
The long legs bent up involuntarily, and the slender fingers passed through the silver hair, grasping...
"How are you? Are you satisfied, Master?" Cang Mo's voice was hoarse.
"Who did you... learn from?" Lin Qingyang stared blankly into the air, her words broken intermittently due to her breathing.
"I've never eaten pork but I've always seen pigs running away."
A voice with a chuckle came, Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment, remembering the joke in the Qingfeng Pavilion, Cang Mo came over him, his amber eyes were as gentle and caring as the young man back then, Lin Qingyang looked at it blankly, and his eyes gradually softened.
Ambiguous gasps and moans were intermittent, and the dragon and phoenix candles on the table were burning with flickering candlelight, reflecting the entangled figures on the bed.