On the charred ruins all over the ground, the night wind stirred up dust and smoke that had not yet dispersed, and filled the air with the smell of blood.
Cang Mo stared intently at Lin Qingyang, who was a few steps away. The man was holding a fenghua long sword, and his plain white robe was gently fluttering in the wind. He looked exactly the same as he did at the Nine Skies Sect.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at her was colder than ever before, without the lingering fear of life and death, without the joy of revenge, and without the forbearance and helplessness he had when he was forced to get married.
It was a kind of complete, detached indifference and alienation, as if there was just an irrelevant person in front of me.
This look made Cang Mo's heart suddenly tighten, giving rise to an unprecedented panic. He felt as if he was about to completely lose this person.
The violent emotions surged, instantly overcoming the injuries that Cang Mo had suppressed. His whole body trembled violently, and he let out a suppressed groan in his throat. A mouthful of sweet black blood spurted out, dyeing the black clothes on his chest. His tall and straight body finally couldn't support it anymore. In full view of everyone, he pressed his long knife against the ground and knelt on one knee in the ruins.
"Why are you injured like this?!" Langya frowned upon seeing this, and immediately rushed forward to help.
But Cang Mo seemed to feel no pain, stubbornly raised his face, and looked at Lin Qingyang stubbornly.
Lin Qingyang just looked at him condescendingly, without a ripple in his cold peach blossom eyes. There was no nervousness, no distress, and he didn't even move his steps.
"Follow me in."
Throwing down these four words calmly, he turned around, stepped on the scattered wood and bricks on the ground, and walked straight to the Fusheng Pavilion's crumbling porch. From the beginning to the end, he never looked back at Cang Mo.
Cang Mo clenched his back molars, endured the severe pain in his internal organs, propped himself up with a knife and staggered to his feet, brushed Langya's hand away, and followed him without saying a word.
Only the Human and Demon Clans people on the long street outside were left, not knowing why, looking at each other.
Inside the Fusheng Pavilion, the huge wooden hanger, driven by the magic circle, made bursts of "squeaking" sounds, carrying the two of them slowly up to the highest floor.
In the small space, it was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
Lin Qingyang stood quietly on one side, Windflower Sword in his hand had been put away, expressionless and silent, as if what was standing beside him was just a ball of air.
Cang Mo looked at his still very pale face, his Adam's apple rolled hard, and finally couldn't help but break the suffocating silence. "You... Why did you suddenly recover Spiritual Power? Gu Teng tried your meridians before, and your Spiritual Root was severely damaged and could no longer function Spiritual Power. What method did you... use?"
Lin Qingyang turned his head slightly, looking at him with those beautiful peach blossom eyes, and a sarcastic sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Ku Rong is proficient in Human and Demon Clans's medical knowledge, and there are so many treasures in Hidden Market that he can repair my Spiritual Root, what's so strange about it?"
He paused, and his tone became sharper and biting. "Or do you prefer that I always be a useless person who has completely lost my Spiritual Power and can only be at your mercy?"
Cang Mo choked at these words and looked at him with some hurt. After a while, he lowered his eyes and explained in a low voice, "I didn't think so... I was just worried about you."
With a "creak" sound, the hanger swayed for a moment, then stopped steadily and reached the highest floor.
Lin Qingyang ignored his weakness, got off the hanger neatly, and went straight across the terrace to his room.
Cang Mo followed, but there was a muffled "bang" sound, and the two carved wooden doors closed ruthlessly in front of Cang Mo. Cang Mo was locked out, and his raised hand froze in the air. He did not dare to break in, and just waited outside.
On the outcrop at night, the wind was a bit strong, making people feel chilly. The uneasiness in his heart grew wildly with the howling wind, and the ominous premonition almost overwhelmed him.
Not long after, the door opened again. Lin Qingyang still had no expression on his face, holding a thin envelope in his hand. He walked forward and without saying any nonsense, he directly slapped the envelope on Cang Mo's blood-stained chest.
Cang Mo was stunned, reached out to take it, looked down at the envelope, and there were two big characters written on it with strong strokes: Heli.
Cang Mo frowned and stared at those two words for a long time, then raised his head, with doubt and uneasiness in those Amber eyes. "What does this mean?"
Obviously, as Demon Clan, Cang Mo does not have the concept of "harmony" in their dictionary, but these two words do not sound like good words.
Lin Qingyang's eyelashes were slightly drooped, covering the surging undercurrent in his eyes. When he raised his eyes again, he was calm and indifferent. "It means a peaceful divorce. From now on, we will be separated and have nothing to do with each other."
"Divorce?" Cang Mo swayed and looked at him in disbelief. His face, which was originally pale due to injury, turned even paler.
Lin Qingyang looked at him expressionlessly, without any warmth in his eyes, and continued in a cold tone, "These days, the reason why I stay with you and follow you everywhere is just to make you agree with the two races Peace Talks, just to use this as a trap to lure Bi Yue to show up. Now that Bi Yue is dead, the great revenge has been avenged, and this ridiculous farce between us should end."
Looking at Cang Mo's gradually red eyes, Lin Qingyang paused and looked away, then continued, "Although our relationship is over, the benefits I promised to Demon Emperor City are still counted, and those who are still Demon Slave who is trapped in the Human Clan, I will also persuade Immortal Alliance to release. I was sorry for what happened back then, and these days... I will treat it as repayment to you, and we will not owe each other anything from now on."
"Don't owe each other?" Cang Mo stared at him, gritting his teeth and repeating these words. The hurt in his eyes was slowly covered up by anger. The next second, Demonic Power spat out his palm, and the envelope instantly turned into countless flying confetti in his hand, which was blown away by the night wind.
"Who do you think I am? Just throwing a piece of paper and trying to distance yourself from me? Lin Qingyang, you're dreaming!" Cang Mo shouted with red eyes.
Lin Qingyang just raised his eyes and looked at him coldly, with a calm and cruel expression. "Cang Mo, these are all people from the Immortal Alliance, and you are the one who caused the embarrassment! Now that things have happened, let's get together and part ways, and give each other some dignity."
Cang Mo couldn't hear those words. After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and pulled the person into his arms, held her tightly in his arms, and said viciously, "What a good time to get together and break up! We have kissed and gone to bed, and we will be a couple for life. You can never get rid of me in this life!"
"Let go!" Lin Qingyang said in a deep voice, frowning slightly, as if with a bit of disgust.
Cang Mo was stung by his look, and reluctantly held his chin and kissed him eagerly, as if he wanted to confirm something with this familiar closeness, but Lin Qingyang did not indulge him as he did in the past.
A burst of Spiritual Power directly shook the person away, Cang Mo felt a pain in his chest, and his already weak body was shaken back several steps. He fell to the cold ground in a panic, coughed violently, and vomited a mouthful of blood, staining the floor tiles under him red.
Cang Mo was stunned, as if he didn't expect Lin Qingyang to hurt him. He looked at him in disbelief, full of hurt.
"What makes you think that I will still tolerate you doing whatever you want to me now!"
Lin Qingyang walked up to him and looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes were horrifyingly cold, and he said cruelly, "Beasts are beasts, they can go into heat anytime, anywhere!"