Cang Mo was stunned for a moment, the unwillingness and anger in his eyes froze because of these words, and slowly turned into hurt.
"Do you think I'm some kind of beast? How could I possibly..." Cang Mo stared at him, his face full of misunderstood grievance.
Lin Qingyang looked up at him and said calmly, "You pushed me."
Cang Mo choked on his throat, and his face turned red and livid. The two of them had been entangled day and night in the past few days, and he had already learned the taste by heart, and he couldn't help it just by smelling Lin Qingyang's scent. But the cold expression of the man under him without any reaction made the evil fire in his heart burn even more fiercely. He lowered his head suddenly and bit the side of the other's smooth and white neck.
Lin Qingyang just snorted. Cang Mo didn't bite hard, it was more like declaring ownership, with a bit of overbearing flirting. He didn't let go of his mouth angrily until a conspicuous red mark was left on the fair neck.
After all, he couldn't bear to torment him at this time, so he buried his face in Lin Qingyang's neck, took a deep breath greedily, and then got up from him, pulling the person to sit up again. Then he carefully pulled up the slippery fox fur, covering his somewhat thin shoulders, but revealing the ambiguous traces on his neck.
Cang Mo turned around and picked up the bowl of sweet soup on the low table and handed it to Lin Qingyang again. His voice softened and said, "Drink some while it's hot. It'll cool down and hurt your stomach."
Lin Qingyang took the warm porcelain bowl, lowered his head and took a sip. The red beans were boiled until they were sweet and soft, and the heat was just right.
"You'd better not believe his nonsense about taking you to Shenjian Mountain. He doesn't have the ability to snatch people from me!" Cang Mo stared at him, a dangerous and paranoid light surging in his amber wolf eyes, "I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible and stay by my side honestly for the rest of your life."
Lin Qingyang scooped another spoonful of sweet soup into his mouth, then raised his eyebrows and looked at him, as if looking at a bluffing vicious dog, and smiled casually, "Are you so confident that you can trap me for the rest of your life?"
Cang Mo's eyes darkened. He actually didn't take Yun Zhan seriously. Lin Qingyang had the overall situation in mind and would never involve others. But he knew Lin Qingyang's capabilities very well. As long as this person's heart was not with him, there would always be a way to escape.
A fear of imminent loss gripped him, making the paranoia in his eyes even more fierce. He leaned closer to Lin Qingyang, lowered his voice and threatened. "If you dare to think about leaving, I will lock you in the bed, strip you naked, and fuck you every day until you can't get out of bed!"
Cang Mo is a demon after all, so he won't feel embarrassed like a human would if he blurts out overly vulgar words.
But Lin Qingyang didn't even move her eyebrows. She just glanced at him disdainfully with her beautiful peach blossom eyes and uttered a few words lightly. "He is indeed a beast."
Cang Mo breathed heavily at his look and quickly looked away.
"I'm going to take a look at the other side of Bashan." Cang Mo whispered, fearing that he might not be able to bear it if he stayed any longer.
But just as he was about to stand up, his body swayed suddenly, as if he had suddenly released his strength, and he suddenly clutched his chest and fell back to the edge of the bed. After a suppressed cough, a dazzling blush flowed down the corners of his mouth, and his face, which had seemed to have recovered before, became pale again.
Although the horrific trauma was restored by the Demon King's powerful self-healing power, his flesh and blood body was able to withstand the devastating spiritual blow from the guarding Jade Falcon, and his internal organs had long been displaced and damaged. It was just the instinct of the beast that made him accustomed to hiding his injuries, especially in front of the humans of the Immortal Alliance, and he could not show any weakness at all.
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Qingyang's hand holding the bowl paused, and her pretense of indifference was instantly broken, and her tone became tense, "It's the injury you suffered before. Have you checked with Ku Rong?"
Cang Mo pressed his chest tightly, forcing himself to swallow the sweetness surging in his throat, to ease the tearing pain. Hearing the anxiety in Lin Qingyang's tone, he felt angry for no reason. He was the one who clearly said he didn't like him, and he was the one who was concerned and nervous at the moment!
"Don't worry, I won't die. I can't bear to leave you a widow!" Cang Mo gritted his teeth and said this, then he stood up with the edge of the bed and strode out.
With a "squeak" sound, the door was slammed shut again.
Silence returned to the house, except for the occasional subtle "beeping" sound from the sparks in the charcoal basin.
Lin Qingyang held the bowl of warm sweet soup, the sarcasm and indifference on his face faded away, leaving only bottomless exhaustion. He looked at the closed door with some confusion, and the other hand hanging by his side unconsciously tightened the fox fur underneath him.
After a while, I picked up the spoon again and took a spoonful of soup into my mouth. It was very sweet, but... I still couldn't seem to suppress the bitter taste in my mouth.
The sky gradually darkened, and a cold waning moon slowly rose in the dim night sky.
The hall of Fusheng Pavilion was now brightly lit. The half-demon guys had arranged rows of lighting crystals around the hall. They did not use the exaggerated colorful light arrays of the past, but replaced them with platinum-gold light sources, which looked much softer and more elegant.
Not far away, the wooden hanger made a soft creaking sound, and then gentle footsteps came down, and Lin Qingyang and Cang Mo were seen walking side by side into the hall.
Lin Qingyang was afraid of the cold at night because of the cold. He still wore the thick snow-white fox fur on his body, and the furry collar around his neck made his pale and handsome face even more gentle and noble. He really looked a bit like the mysterious boss behind the scenes in the city.
Cang Mo was still wearing a black robe with wide sleeves and gold trim. Her long silver hair was casually scattered on her broad shoulders. Her big, well-jointed hands were holding Lin Qingyang's fingers tightly.
The two walked together. Although they were two men, their bodies and auras matched unexpectedly. At first glance, they looked like a pair of loving Daoist couples who shared weal and woe and had deep affection. It was as if the quarrels, disputes and mutual harm in the room had never happened behind closed doors.
Yun Zhan, who was sitting below, watched this scene. His cold eyes fell on the ambiguous marks on Lin Qingyang's neck. His eyes stagnated slightly, and then he silently looked away.
A huge huanghuali round table had been set up in the center of the hall. Cang Mo pulled Lin Qingyang to take a seat at the main seat. She sat on his left, and next to him sat Langya. On the other side were the people of the Immortal Alliance. The three heads, Jian Hong, Su Jingui, and Li Tian, had all washed themselves, put on clean Daoist robes, and had their wounds treated. They looked much more energetic than when they escaped from Walnut.
In addition to the three heads, there are also Li Yan, Mo Yan and Yun Zhan sitting next to the three heads. Lu Qing from Shenjian Mountain should also be seated according to his status, but he does not want to sit at the same table with the demon clan and would rather eat outside with ordinary disciples.
A round table was surrounded by the top leaders of the human and demon clans. During the day, the two groups of people were at war with each other and almost fought to the death. Now, they were strangely sitting at the same dining table. Everyone had different expressions, and they all looked a little uncomfortable. There was a dangerous and subtle undercurrent in the eyes that crossed each other.