Lin Qingyang felt like he was falling into an endless void.
The severe pain that seemed to crush his internal organs faded away like a tide, and was replaced by a long-lost, almost illusory lightness. The surroundings were so quiet that even the sound of the wind stopped, until a few crisp birdsong came, and the warm sunlight shone on his face through the window lattice.
He slowly opened his eyes.
What catches the eye is the familiar furniture, it is Clear Wind Pavilion.
Lin Qingyang was startled, and looked down at himself. He was lazily leaning on the soft couch by the window, holding a copy of "Complete Records of a Hundred Demons" in his hand. He stepped on the warm wooden floor with his bare feet and looked around, but his mind was blank for a moment, and he couldn't remember what happened before.
Why did you return to the Nine Skies Sect?
At this time, there was a creak and the door was gently pushed open.
The black-haired boy walked in with freshly brewed hot tea. There was a pair of furry black wolf ears in his black hair, and a black Demon-Locking Ring belt around his neck. Amber's eyes were lowered, with no expression on his face.
It's Qi Mo, a little wolf cub who hasn't become Demon King yet.
Lin Qingyang was stunned, staring straight at the long-lost boy in front of him, a subtle sadness rising deep in his heart.
Qi Mo was at a loss as he stared at her, her fingers holding the tea tray tightened slightly, and after a long while, she awkwardly choked out a nonsense sentence. "Tea... is ready."
After saying that, he walked forward and placed the tea cup on the low table next to the soft couch.
Lin Qingyang looked at the young man's young face, his eyes felt uncontrollably warm, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his face.
But as soon as his fingertips came close, Qi Mo's eyes panicked, he turned his head to avoid it, and his face turned slightly red.
"I... I'm going to write." The young man turned around in a panic, walked to the desk, sat down, grabbed the brush, straightened his back, and started scratching stiffly on the rice paper.
Lin Qingyang hung in the air and slowly took it back. The sourness and touch of seeing each other again after a long separation were diluted a lot by this little kid's reaction.
He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The warm tea slid down his throat, it was incredibly real.
In the quiet room, the only sounds outside the window were the chirping of cicadas, the chirping of birds and the sound of a brush scratching paper.
Lin Qingyang leaned on the soft couch and looked at the boy with his head lowered in front of the desk. The black wolf ears twitched from time to time, showing a bit of nervousness. Thinking of the Cang Mo who tormented him endlessly every day, and looking at the little wolf cub in front of him who would blush and dodge at the slightest touch, Lin Qingyang suddenly felt a bad desire for revenge in his heart.
Anyway, it was in a dream. It should be nothing to bully a wolf cub when he was a child.
"How is your writing? Bring it over and let me take a look." Lin Qingyang put down the tea cup, his tone was lazy but a bit stern.
Qi Mo's hand holding the pen paused. He looked at the messy rice paper in front of him and wanted to take away the top piece with a guilty conscience.
"Bring them all over." Lin Qingyang raised his eyelids slightly and his voice became a little darker.
Qi Mo hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth, grabbed the stack of rice paper, and walked slowly to the soft couch.
Lin Qingyang reached out to pick it up, but Qi Mo held the corner of the paper tightly and refused to let go. It wasn't until Lin Qingyang glared at him that the boy let go of his fingers.
"I don't know, I thought you were here to draw charms to ward off ghosts." Lin Qingyang looked at the horrible ink stains and mocked.
Qi Mo lowered his head in embarrassment and remained silent.
Lin Qingyang turned to the last page, looked up at him, then took out the paper and waved it in front of Qi Mo's eyes. There were several turtles drawn crookedly on it.
"I can't tell you are still a painter." Lin Qingyang raised his eyebrows.
Qi Mo glanced at him guiltily and said nothing.
"Is it any wonder that after writing for so long, the words are still like this? You are all focusing on painting?" Lin Qingyang raised an eyebrow and looked at him, pretending to be serious.
"Just... I drew it casually." Qi Mo muttered in a low voice.
"How dare you talk back?" Lin Qingyang pretended to be displeased.
Qi Mo paused for a moment, lowered his eyes and whispered, "I don't dare."
Lin Qingyang hummed softly, threw the stack of rice paper on the low table next to him, and took out the ruler underneath. He looked at the young man in front of him playfully and said quietly, "It seems that I don't hit you enough."
Qi Mo looked stunned when he saw the ruler, but he still stretched out his right hand obediently.
Lin Qingyang held the ruler, and gently tapped the cold wooden texture on the young man's palm, but did not hit him. Instead, he stood up and got off the soft couch, walked slowly around behind the young man, and his eyes fell on the black wolf tail hanging behind him.
Lin Qingyang flashed a wicked smile, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed his furry tail, and squeezed it hard.
"Ugh!"
Qi Mo was caught off guard, a muffled groan escaped from his throat, and his legs instantly went weak. He staggered and held on to the edge of the soft couch to barely prevent himself from falling to his knees. He turned his head and looked at Lin Qingyang with a frown, his face turned red.
"You..."
Before he finished speaking, the ruler slapped him hard on the buttocks.
"What are you? You don't have any rules at all." Lin Qingyang raised an eyebrow and looked at him, with teasing and control in his eyes.
Qi Mo was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned even redder. Amber stared at him for a long time, then bit his lip and whispered, "... Master."
Seeing him being forced to obey, the emptiness in Lin Qingyang's heart that had been suppressed for a long time seemed to be filled in some strange way. He couldn't help but sigh, it was still fun when he was a child, and he could bully him as much as he wanted.
Thinking of this, a sudden movement occurred in his heart. He threw away the ruler, grabbed the young man's clothes, pushed him hard onto the soft brocade couch, and then pressed him up with his whole body.
Qi Mo was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that she opened her eyes wide and looked at him in panic. "What... are you doing?"
"What do you think?" Lin Qingyang chuckled, reaching out and pinching the ears on top of his head.
Qi Mo trembled all over and turned her face away, not daring to look at him, but her breathing became erratic.
Lin Qingyang looked at the young man below him, stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed his lips.
There was no resistance or struggle, just a jerky concession.
But the next moment, Lin Qingyang felt the young man's arms wrap around his waist, and then tightened them tighter and tighter, as if to rub him into his body.
This strength is too familiar and too domineering, not that young wolf cub at all.
Lin Qingyang's heart skipped a beat and he opened his eyes suddenly.
Is there some black-haired boy with wolf ears somewhere underneath him?
The one who was pressed under him was clearly the silver-haired, cold and voluptuous Demon King Cang Mo. In the eyes of Amber, there was no youthful youthfulness and avoidance, only attachment and pain that were so strong that it could not be resolved.
He raised his hand and gently rubbed the corners of Lin Qingyang's eyes with his calloused fingertips. His voice was low and gentle. "Is it fun, Master?"
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment, and then, the memories before losing consciousness rushed into his mind crazily, including the cold sword light outside Wuyoufang, the shocking poisonous blood on Cang Mo's body, the desperate farewell in the carriage, and the heart-rending roar in his ears before losing consciousness...
My heart exploded instantly and there was a tearing pain, and tears burst out of my eyes without warning, hitting Cang Mo's cheeks in large chunks.
"A-Qi..." Lin Qingyang murmured with trembling lips.
Cang Mo gently kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's time for you to wake up, Lin Qingyang."
The moment the words fell, the warm Clear Wind Pavilion in front of him shattered and dissipated like a mirror.
Fusheng Pavilion In the room on the top floor, Lin Qingyang was lying on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.