Cang Mo didn't remember how they got back to the Fusheng Pavilion. He only remembered that the carriage was bumping violently in the night wind, and the body in his arms was getting colder and colder. Then someone forcibly snatched Lin Qingyang from his hands. He struggled to grab it back, but those people had already rushed out of the carriage with Lin Qingyang in their arms.
He stumbled out of the car and chased into a room. The room was crowded with people and it was very noisy. Some were cursing and some were crying, but he couldn't hear anything clearly. The scene in front of him seemed to be covered with a bloody fog. The only thing he could see clearly was the person lying quietly on the bed.
Lin Qingyang's eyes were closed tightly, and bright red blood kept pouring out from the corners of his bloodless lips, dyeing the large piece of snow-white clothes shockingly.
Cang Mo wanted to pounce on him and snatch him back, but he was held down by several pairs of strong hands. He struggled desperately, his throat wailing like a dying beast.
Someone was speaking loudly in his ear, and he gradually heard some words clearly, about digging Spiritual Root, and what Ku Rong tree species. As he listened, he remembered in a trance the hideous scar on Lin Qingyang's belly, so that's where the scar came from! He actually dug out Spiritual Root himself!
Cang Mo stared blankly at the person covered in blood on the bed. He felt as if a dull knife was violently stirring his internal organs. It hurt, even more than when he was poisoned just now. He wanted to rush over and hug the person, but he couldn't break away from his hand.
After an unknown amount of time, the force holding him finally relaxed, and the room suddenly fell into a dead silence.
Cang Mo suddenly broke free from the restraints, fell to the bedside, trembling with arms, and finally hugged the person tightly into his arms again.
Lin Qingyang no longer vomited blood, and he closed his eyes quietly, as if he was asleep. Cang Mo wiped the blood on his lips little by little, and whispered his name over and over again in his ears. But the person in his arms still had his eyes closed, and did not respond to him in the nonchalant and somewhat mocking tone as usual.
It wasn't until the suppressed sobs around him gradually grew louder that Cang Mo shook his head and slowly raised his head.
Feng Shu and Feng Yi knelt in front of the bed and burst into tears. Mo Yan's eyes were red, Zhu Ji covered her mouth with tears streaming down her face, and Ku Rong slumped down on the chair, covering her face with her hands in pain.
Cang Mo was in a daze for a moment, then lowered his head and pressed it against his cold cheek. It was only at this moment that he realized belatedly that he could not feel even a faint breath despite being so close to him.
Cang Mo was stunned, and felt a buzzing in his head, and a terrible word jumped into his mind. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, and slowly remembered the clues that he had ignored before. It turned out that he had always known that this day would come. It turned out that from the moment they reunited, this person had already planned to leave him, but like a fool, he thought that he would use all means to lock the person with him, thinking that as long as they got married, they would be together forever.
He abandoned himself again!
How could he treat him, why... why did he treat him like this! The grief in Cang Mo's eyes was gradually replaced by a huge anger and unwillingness!
Why! Why would he abandon himself like this!
Cang Mo is holding the person in his arms tightly, his eyes are full of paranoia and madness, Lin Qingyang is his! No one can take him away from him! Not even God!
"Boom--!"
I saw the extremely violent Demonic Qi, accompanied by overwhelming anger, erupting with Cang Mo as the center. The entire room's furnishings were instantly overturned, and the suffocating demonic pressure filled every corner, forcing everyone to retreat and cough violently.
"You're crazy! What are you doing... cough cough cough..." Ku Rong was forced by the evil wind to close his eyes and cursed loudly.
Mo Yan supported Demonic Qi, took a step forward with difficulty, and said loudly, "Cang Mo! He is gone, please let him rest in peace!"
Mo Yan said, reaching out and trying to forcefully pull Cang Mo away, but was knocked away by an overwhelming force of Demonic Power and hit the wall hard.
Cang Mo turned a deaf ear to everything around him, and just locked Lin Qingyang in his arms. Soon, a strange red-gold light appeared on Lin Qingyang's thin back. The light penetrated the blood-stained inner clothes and became more and more abundant.
Unable to withstand the erosion of this domineering Demonic Qi, Lin Qingyang's clothes were torn apart inch by inch, and the piece of wolf head Demon Mark covering his back was flashing like a living animal. Demon Mark exuded a coquettish red light, like flowing blood vessels, spreading and intertwining on the pale skin.
Immediately afterwards, those red lights came out through the body, intertwined and converged in mid-air, and turned into a huge and ancient red-gold wolf head totem, wrapping the two people in the center of Array.
The terrifying Demonic Power spread out like ripples, and the Half-Demons in the Fusheng Pavilion couldn't bear it. They knelt on the ground one after another, wailing in pain. Feng Shu and Feng Yi tried their best to push Spiritual Power, and they barely managed not to kneel down.
"What on earth are you doing!" Mo Yan stabilized his body and looked at the strange scene in front of him. He was frightened and angry. He was about to step forward when he heard Ku Rong suddenly yelled.
"Don't touch him!" Ku Rong shouted, with shock on his wrinkled old face, "That is a blood contract. Through Demon Mark, you forcibly transfer your origin Demonic Power and longevity to him... Using the life of a living person to extend the life of a dead person is against the law of heaven!"
Mo Yan was stunned when he heard this, and turned to look at the center of Array. He saw the red gold halo beating like a blood vessel, which was continuously pouring the majestic vitality and Demonic Power in Cang Mo into Lin Qingyang's exhausted body.
With the crazy loss of vitality, Cang Mo's already pale face became even paler, and the veins on his forehead popped out. He was obviously suffering from great pain. But in his Amber eyes, there was an almost crazy stubbornness and tenderness.
He stared deeply at the unconscious person in his arms, slowly lowered his head, and kissed Lin Qingyang's bloodless lips devoutly and forcefully.
The red gold totem surrounding the two people suddenly erupted into a dazzling light, completely engulfing their figures.