In the dark and swaying cabin, Lin Qingyang leaned on the door panel and panted. He looked like he was under control, but he still raised his head and said with a careless smile, "You have a pretty big temper, Your Highness Demon King."
Cang Mo didn't speak, just stared at Lin Qingyang gloomily. Amber's eyes were filled with fierceness, and his rough hands pulled open the belt and stuck it in along the hem of his clothes.
Lin Qingyang groaned and struggled a bit, but his hands were pressed on top of his head and he could only twist his body in vain, like a fish on a chopping board.
"Take it easy." Lin Qingyang said in a low voice, thinking that this kid's jealousy was a bit too much.
Cang Mo looked at him with fierce eyes. Instead of restraining himself, he came forward and bit the side of his neck.
Lin Qingyang bit his lower lip fiercely, swallowed back the painful cry, raised his head, and a little physiological water shimmered out of the corners of his eyes.
Having just digested the Millennium Demonic Pill, Demonic Qi on Cang Mo was surprisingly heavy, and his whole body seemed to be even more gloomy and irritable because of the influence of Demonic Qi.
Black Demonic Qi overflowed from his body, like living vines, wrapping around Lin Qingyang's body inch by inch. He had the Demon Mark of Cang Mo on his body., that Demonic Qi will not hurt him, but it can penetrate along the texture of the skin and easily arouse his lust, and the Demon Mark on his back will become hotter and hotter.
"I just made it clear, it's nothing at all," Lin Qingyang gasped, coaxing in a soft voice, "Be good, stop making trouble..."
But the head buried in the neck did not move. Instead, he continued to inject Demonic Qi into the bitten place. The Demonic Qi rushed through the body, causing a strange and strong tremor wherever it passed. The body seemed to be no longer his own. Everything was controlled by the person in front of him, and even his breathing was trembling.
This feeling of complete loss of control made Lin Qingyang panic a little. He twisted his wrist hard and shouted, "A-Qi..."
But Cang Mo seemed to be in a certain mood and couldn't hear him at all. She pinched his chin and roughly kissed and nibbled on him, letting her Demonic Qi torment him inside and out.
"How does it feel to be controlled and powerless?" Cang Mo pressed her lips against his, her voice hoarse, "Lin Qingyang, you actually want to die without telling me!"
Lin Qingyang shook his head before finally reacting.
He is not jealous of Hailan at all, he is settling the matter and taking revenge for his previous concealment.
After the heart-wrenching farewell not long ago, perhaps because they did not want to recall it, or perhaps because there were too many unexpected situations to deal with, the two of them tacitly agreed not to talk about the incident at that time, but it was obvious that those emotions that had not been able to be vented did not just pass away. Instead, they sank, suppressed, and fermented in their hearts. Until now, under the catalysis of the demon pill, in this closed cabin, they finally broke out.
Lin Qingyang felt a hot dampness coming from his neck, and the voice of Cang Mo trembled violently in his ears.
"Lin Qingyang, how could you do this to me..."
How could he hide it from himself so calmly, arrange everything, and then die alone? Cang Mo didn't even dare to think back to the scene in the carriage when he stopped breathing. At that time, he just felt as if he had died along with him, and he almost lost him forever.
"You are so cruel." Cang Mo complained with choked sobs.
The warm tears fell on Lin Qingyang's collarbone, but they seemed to have burned through the flesh and were branded on his heart.
"A-Qi." Lin Qingyang called out in a low voice, his voice trembling a little.
He forcefully broke away from Cang Mo's hands that were slightly relaxed due to trembling, and held his face in a nonchalant manner.
Under the dim light, those Amber's eyes were frighteningly red. There were so many emotions intertwined in them, including anger, panic, and grievance. It made Lin Qingyang's heart clench violently. He always felt that he had a thorough understanding of these life-and-death love affairs, and always thought that what he had done was the best arrangement. But he had calculated everything, but he had not calculated that this fool would keep him in this way.
His heart was beating violently, and amidst the fine pain, an unprecedented and strong thought burst out from the bottom of his heart - he wanted to live, he wanted to... stay!
"This won't happen again. I will be with you, always with you..." Lin Qingyang said hoarsely, raised his head, and took the initiative to kiss his lips for the first time.
Cang Mo was stunned for a moment, then hugged the person in his arms tightly and responded fiercely.
Explanations, apologies, and heart-to-heart exchanges seem a bit redundant at this moment, and words are too pale. Only the most intimate and intense embrace can soothe those feelings that have been suppressed for too long.
The skirt of his clothes slipped down and piled up at his feet. Cang Mo carried the person to the bed, but was grabbed by Lin Qingyang.
"Don't go to the bed, it's too loud." Lin Qingyang gasped. The rooms in the cabin were only separated by a thin layer of wood, and the sound insulation was almost non-existent.
Cang Mo paused and looked at Lin Qingyang's red eyes. Amber's eyes flashed for a moment, and then became more intense.
The next moment, Lin Qingyang's whole body felt light, and then he was pressed heavily against the carved window lattice. His back was cold, but his chest was hot in front of him.
Cang Mo had been suppressing it for too long, showing a reckless and crazy energy. Lin Qingyang was so excited that he almost screamed several times. Finally, he lowered his head and bit him on the shoulder to stifle the scream that was about to come out. But then he felt that the wolf seemed to be even more excited.
The hull of the ship bumped slightly with the waves, and the swaying hanging lamp cast the entangled shadows of the two people on the bulkhead. The suppressed breathing and the subtle creaking of the planks were intertwined in the silent night.
On the deck, the moonlight was bright and the sea breeze was cool.
Jin Buhuan was sitting on the bow of the boat, taking a sip of wine, and saw the fishing rod moved. He slowly reeled in the line, only to find that he had caught a palm-sized turtle.
"Why are you here to join in the fun?" Jin Buhuan smiled, unhooked the fishhook, tapped his fingertips on the turtle's back, and passed a trace of Spiritual Power. The little turtle stretched its limbs comfortably.
"Go back and practice hard." Jin Buhuan threw it back into the sea, re-hooked it, and set up the fishing rod.
There were footsteps behind him. Jin Buhuan turned around and saw Mo Yan walking over. He sat down next to him and very naturally picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass.
"Why, you can't sleep either?" Jin Buhuan asked.
Mo Yan took a sip of wine and looked at the deep sea with a hint of helplessness. "The next door is too noisy."
Jin Buhuan was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Mo Yan drank wine, his expression rarely relaxed, and said slowly, "When Nirvana Lotus is found and Lin Qingyang is cured, I want to return to the Nine Skies Sect. Those former disciples can come back if they want."
Having said this, he paused and turned to look at Jin Buhuan: "Stop working at the Sea Tribe and come back and continue to be an elder."
Jin Buhuan paused while holding the wine glass, met Mo Yan's serious gaze, and suddenly raised his eyebrows. "Then we have to see how much annual salary you plan to give me."
Mo Yan looked at him speechlessly. "You really haven't changed at all."
Jin Buhuan laughed, raised his glass and shook it towards him. Mo Yan looked at him and smiled helplessly, raised his glass and touched it lightly with him.
The crisp sound of collision dispersed into the vast sea breeze.