At this moment, a deafening thunder suddenly sounded in the night sky!
A thick bolt of lightning tore through the night and crashed down in front of the two of them. Mo Yan appeared from the lightning, and Thunderclap Mace was violently swung out in his hand. The violent thunder and lightning instantly intertwined into a huge power grid, intercepting all the flying sword shadows.
"Broken!"
Mo Yan shouted loudly, and Thunderclap Mace's light shone brightly, illuminating the entire street as bright as day. With a burst of shattering sounds, the dozens of sword shadows were shattered by lightning, leaving only the main sword whining and flying back to Lu Qing's hand. Lu Qing was backfired by the power of thunder, and took a few steps back again, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Mo Yan looked back at Cang Mo who was covered in blood and Lin Qingyang who was pale, and frowned.
There was a high-pitched neighing sound in the sky, and Feng Shu and Feng Yi drove that fancy carriage and swooped in from low altitude.
"Master! Come up quickly!" Feng Yi shouted anxiously.
Mo Yan was no longer interested in fighting, and thrust Thunderclap Mace in his hand into the ground. Thunder and lightning spread in a fan shape along the bluestone slab, instantly shocking the surrounding Divine Sword Mountain disciples who were trying to get closer, causing them to flip over.
Taking advantage of this chaotic moment, Mo Yan turned around, holding Lin Qingyang in one hand and Cang Mo in the other. His body turned into a bolt of lightning and accurately swept into the carriage in mid-air.
"Let's go!"
Feng Shu shook the reins, Spirit Shadow Steed let out a long hiss, and pulled the carriage up suddenly, flying into the vast night, leaving only a mess on the long street and Lu Qing's unwilling roar.
The speeding carriage drew an afterimage in the night sky.
Outside the carriage, Feng Shu and Feng Yi pulled on the reins and tried their best to stabilize the shaking carriage.
In the carriage, Mo Yan looked at the two people who looked embarrassed and scolded angrily, "I told you not to go out and run around, but you didn't listen! If I hadn't come here to find you today, both of your lives would have been decided there!"
Lin Qingyang didn't seem to hear him. He just turned his back to him and held Cang Mo in his arms very tightly without saying a word.
Seeing his appearance, Mo Yan's tone was stagnant, as if he realized that his words were a bit harsh, so he softened his tone slightly. "I don't want to blame you, but now you..." He paused, and finally swallowed the rest of his words, turning them into a heavy sigh.
Lin Qingyang lowered his eyes and gently wiped away the cold sweat that was constantly seeping from Cang Mo's forehead.
Cang Mo was leaning pale in his arms, and the severe pain from the poison eroding his organs made his muscles tighten. But when he saw Lin Qingyang's red eyes, he still endured the pain and gave a comforting smile, "Don't cry... it's okay. I told you, Zhen Demon's poison can't kill me, just let me catch my breath."
Lin Qingyang's fingertips touched the blood oozing from his wound. With the faint light in the carriage, he could see that the blood had gradually faded from the frightening purple-black color back to the normal bright red color. He looked slightly startled, and suddenly remembered that he was in When Nine Skies Sect, Cang Mo had also been poisoned by a demon and resolved it on his own. The tense nerves relaxed a little, but the redness in his eyes did not fade away, and instead he hugged the person in his arms tighter.
Noticing the sudden tightening of his arms, Cang Mo raised his eyes in surprise. Lin Qingyang rarely took the initiative to hug him, let alone hug him so hard.
"Lin Qingyang?" Cang Mo called out hoarsely, and the inexplicable panic surged out of his heart again, and became more and more intense.
"It's nothing, I just want to hug you." Lin Qingyang replied in a low voice, with an unconcealable sob in his voice.
Cang Mo was stunned. Lin Qingyang rarely expressed his feelings so frankly. This sudden tenderness made him feel at a loss for a moment.
"What happened today was all done by Lu Qing alone, not Divine Sword Mountain's intention." Lin Qingyang's chin rested on Cang Mo's silver hair, his voice was gentle but revealing. A hint of vanity, "When you go back, don't be in a hurry to take revenge. Although Jian Hong is an old-fashioned man, he is not indifferent to right and wrong. He will definitely give you an explanation. It took a lot of effort for the two tribes to get to where they are today. This battle... must not be fought."
Cang Mo was pressed into his arms, unable to see his expression, and could only listen to the sound coming from above his head.
"I know you have a grudge against the Human Clan in your heart, but now you are Demon King, and you bear the fate of the entire Demon Clan on your shoulders. Every decision you make affects the lives of thousands of creatures, so you must act cautiously."
"And those big monsters under your command, although they are obedient, you can't always follow your own temper. The way to be a king cannot... just make people fear you, you have to be convinced, give both kindness and power, and have clear rewards and punishments... in order to last long."
"Why did you suddenly say these?" Cang Mo became increasingly flustered and struggled to raise his head.
Mo Yan also noticed something strange and frowned and looked over, but Lin Qingyang's back was turned to him and his face could not be seen clearly.
Lin Qingyang pressed Cang Mo back into his arms and continued talking to himself, "Demon Emperor City's external business... there are many ways to go. It's not enough for you to have people who are good at fighting... you have to recruit people who understand business and can help you make money..."
Lin Qingyang spoke intermittently, and his breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Lin Qingyang!" Cang Mo shouted, the panic in his heart almost overwhelmed him, and he desperately tried to break away from his arms.
"A-Qi..." Lin Qingyang's voice became softer and softer, "I know you are unwilling to accept it, but in life, everything cannot be perfect... No matter how difficult things are, as time goes by... they will eventually pass... You will always meet... better people in the future..."
Before he finished speaking, Cang Mo suddenly felt heat on his cheeks.
A few drops of warm liquid fell on his face, and he subconsciously reached out and wiped it. Looking at it in the dim light, his fingertips were bright red!
Cang Mo's brain buzzed and went completely blank. He suddenly broke free from Lin Qingyang's restraints, turned over and sat up, and then he saw the scene in front of him clearly.
Lin Qingyang's face was bloodless, and bright red blood was continuously pouring out from the corners of his mouth, winding down his pale lower jaw, and had already stained the large piece of clothes on his chest with blood.
Cang Mo's whole body was shaking violently, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't even utter a single word.
Mo Yan behind him finally noticed something was wrong and stepped forward quickly. As soon as he reached out and touched Lin Qingyang's shoulder, Lin Qingyang fell down softly as if his bones had been ripped away.
"Lin Qingyang!" Mo Yan quickly supported the person, and then realized something, his face turned pale instantly, "You... you used Spiritual Power?"
Lin Qingyang Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, and even his breathing became extremely weak, and he was unable to answer at all.
Cang Mo looked at him blankly and climbed forward, her hands trembling but she didn't dare to touch him.
Feng Shu and Feng Yi outside the car heard the exclamations inside, and ignored driving. They hurriedly opened the curtain and got in. When they saw Lin Qingyang who was covered in blood and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, the two teenagers were frightened and froze in place. Feng Yi even burst into tears.
"He... what happened to him?" Cang Mo's voice was dry and hoarse, revealing an unprecedented panic.
Mo Yan ignored the explanation, grabbed Lin Qingyang's wrist, and poured Spiritual Power crazily into his body. At the same time, he yelled at Feng Shu Feng Yi who was standing still, "Why are you still standing there! Go and drive! Go back to Hidden Market! Hurry!"
Feng Yi still fell to the ground at a loss. Feng Shu gritted his teeth and turned around to get out of the carriage. He grabbed the reins and jerked hard, and the carriage galloped wildly in the direction of Hidden Market.
The smell of blood filled the bumpy carriage.
Lin Qingyang half-closed his eyes, his vision began to blur, his bloody lips moved slightly, and he murmured extremely weakly, "A-Qi..."
Her hands moved with difficulty, as if she wanted to touch his face.
Cang Mo burst into tears, and cautiously came forward, rubbing her face into his palm, and drew her bloody fingers across her cheeks, leaving bright red marks, and then hung down weakly.