Demon King's Palace, deep inside Blue Wind Palace.
The large white jade bathhouse was filled with water vapor, and the lingering white mist obscured the surrounding luxurious furnishings.
The warm spiritual spring water was up to his chest. Lin Qingyang leaned lazily on the wall of the pool, closing his eyes slightly and letting the water flow gradually soothe the pain and fatigue left by the excessive demands last night.
With a slight sound of water breaking, Cang Mo pressed up from behind. Her strong and hot chest pressed tightly against his back, her chin rested affectionately on his shoulder, and a few strands of long silver-white hair spread out on the water and entangled around Lin Qingyang's arms.
"A message from the Immortal Alliance has arrived, agreeing to peace talks." Cang Mo's deep voice sounded particularly sexy in the moist water vapor, with a hint of admiration in his tone, "You are really good at predicting things."
Lin Qingyang leaned in his arms, not even opening her eyes, but explained casually, "The Immortal Alliance is now a tripartite. The Wanling Sect and the Divine Sword Mountain are equally powerful. No one can convince the other. Therefore, the key to determining the direction of the situation is the attitude of Tianxuan Pavilion Li Tian."
"Then how do you know that Li Tian will definitely support the peace talks?" Cang Mo's hands restlessly wrapped around his waist under the water, and his fingertips gently rubbed the red marks on his waist.
Lin Qingyang slowly opened her eyes and glanced sideways at him, her peach-blossom eyes showing a lazy smile in the mist, "Do you still remember Li Tian's younger brother Li Yan?"
"Remember, that very annoying brat." Cang Mo said with a frown.
Lin Qingyang glanced at him speechlessly and said, "You were also a brat back then."
Cang Mo didn't refute, just lowered his head and rubbed his neck affectionately, like a large dog asking for attention.
Lin Qingyang was a little itchy and frowned slightly, but she didn't push him away. She leaned into his arms and continued, "But that Li Yan is not actually a living person. I also accidentally learned about the puppet that Li Tian made from sacred wood on Liuxian Island."
Cang Mo was stunned for a moment, obviously a little surprised by this secret, but then he thought of something and frowned, "Back on Liuxian Island, did you and Li Tian have any private contacts?"
"Don't make trouble for me!" Lin Qingyang glanced at him lightly.
Cang Mo then reluctantly closed his mouth and bit his neck unwillingly.
Lin Qingyang ignored his little gestures and continued, "But the so-called sacred trees are dead things after all. Over time, they begin to dry out and crack. They require a special kind of spiritual liquid to nourish and repair. And this kind of spiritual liquid is only produced from an ancient tree called Qishen of the Demon Clan. In recent years, the spiritual liquid of the Qishen tree has been secretly monopolized by Fusheng Pavilion, and then secretly supplied to Li Tian."
Lin Qingyang said, turned around in the water and faced Cang Mo, smiled, and gave the final answer, "A few days ago, I asked Spider Lady to send a secret letter to Li Tian. The letter stated that if the two clans go to war, Yinshi may no longer be able to obtain spiritual liquid from the demon clan, and will have to cut off the supply. Li Tian is his most precious brother, and for Li Yan, he has no choice but to support the peace talks."
Cang Mo listened quietly, remained silent for a while, and sighed in a low voice, "Is there anything else in this world that you can't calculate?"
Lin Qingyang didn't answer, just leaned against the pool wall behind her and looked at him, her peach blossom eyes a little hazy in the dense water vapor, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.
"The two tribes have been grudged for hundreds of years. Do you really think that this peace negotiation can solve the problem?" Cang Mo suddenly asked.
Lin Qingyang smiled faintly, but looked very calm and said, "Maybe, I have to give it a try."
"But I always feel that you have some plans in your heart that I don't know about." Cang Mo looked at him and asked.
Lin Qingyang looked over with raised eyebrows, smiled lazily, and said quietly, "Why, you can't trust me?"
Cang Mo's eyes darkened at the sight of him, but he couldn't help but move closer, and said in a low voice close to his ear, "I can't believe it, but it doesn't matter. Even if I die in your hands, at least we are together."
Five years of separation made Cang Mo feel paranoid about being together. It seemed that nothing in the world was more important than Lin Qingyang being by his side. He couldn't understand the so-called letting go of human beings. He was a wolf. He would take what he liked back to his den and watch and guard him every day. Even if he resented himself and even thought about wiping his neck one day, he didn't care.
Lin Qingyang snorted softly and cursed, "You are a fool!"
Cang Mo chuckled softly and kissed him softly on his neck. Lin Qingyang's breathing became heavier and the atmosphere in the bath became ambiguous.
The delicate kiss went all the way down, landing on the still bloodshot tooth mark on Lin Qingyang's shoulder. As if remembering his previous roughness, Cang Mo leaned forward and licked the spot gently, sweeping the tip of his warm tongue, causing a shiver.
"Does it still hurt?" Cang Mo asked in a low voice.
Lin Qingyang leaned against the wall of the pool behind her, raising her head slightly. There were still traces of the past on her fair neck, but her face had no expression. Last night, she was forced to press on the bed to get everything she wanted. The scene of almost out-of-control humiliation flashed through her mind, and her originally calm eyes couldn't help but become a little colder.
Seeing that Lin Qingyang did not reject his intimate gesture, Cang Mo became bolder again, and the soothing licks turned into ambiguous teasing. The hands under the water began to move down the waistline, restlessly making trouble, and the demonic patterns on his back began to slowly appear.
But the next second, there was a sound of water, and Cang Mo was pushed away violently. He raised his eyes in shock and saw Lin Qingyang frowning at him, with a cold look in his eyes.
Cang Mo's expression paused, and he backed away a little, feeling a little guilty and said, "I won't mess around anymore, don't be angry..."
Lin Qingyang didn't speak, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes seemed to be sizing up and thinking, but she didn't look angry.
"Wow--"
The water splashed everywhere, and Lin Qingyang stood up from the water without warning. Cang Mo was stunned by his sudden movement and subconsciously raised his head.
The warm water drops meandered down the smooth and well-proportioned texture, and the slender and straight legs were looming under the water. The mottled red marks and blue-black demonic patterns all over the body were intertwined, revealing a thrilling coquettishness and arrogance.
Lin Qingyang looked down at the astonished Cang Mo, expressionlessly reaching out and touching his long, wet silver-white hair. His slender fingers gently passed through the hair, and then she suddenly tightened her grip.
Cang Mo frowned slightly and looked at him with some confusion. Lin Qingyang showed a somewhat evil smile, and then with Cang Mo's suddenly tightened pupils, he pushed his head down towards her with a slight force on his hand.
In the bathtub, the white mist from steaming water blurred the figures of the two of them, and the sound of sloshing water was mixed with Lin Qingyang's comfortable hum.