Although the final effect of Nirvana Lotus was a bit deceiving, at least the worries about the lives of Lin Qingyang and Cang Mo were solved. Everyone had been out for several days with injuries of various sizes. After eating, they dispersed to rest.
Lin Qingyang and Cang Mo were silent all the way and returned to the Azure Wind Hall quietly.
The moment he pushed the palace door open, Lin Qingyang's footsteps paused. The furnishings in the palace were exactly the same as when he left. The big red words "hi" on the windows were still eye-catching. The usual Golden Wine Set stood quietly on the desk. Even the account books that he had half read before were still open at an angle.
A strong, unreal feeling like a world away came to his mind. He went to Peace Talks with the feeling of death, and even arranged everything behind him. He didn't expect that after going around in a circle, he could come back.
Lin Qingyang sighed silently, and as soon as he walked to the desk, his eyes suddenly froze.
On the open account book, there was a letter neatly pressed, with two big characters written in flying colors on the envelope - letter of divorce!
This was exactly what he threw to Cang Mo in public in order to force him to leave at the Fusheng Pavilion.
Lin Qingyang The center of his eyebrows jumped slightly. Then, there was a soft "creak" sound behind him, and the palace door was closed heavily.
He turned his head, and saw Cang Mo standing by the door, looking straight at him, but with a "click" in his hand, he skillfully locked the door.
The previous frenzy caused by Demonic Qi has subsided, and the pair of furry wolf ears and tail have long been retracted. At this moment, Cang Mo's eyes are clear, but extremely aggressive. He just stared at Lin Qingyang, like an alpha wolf calmly examining its prey in the territory, with a bit of arrogance to settle the score.
"Does it look familiar?" Cang Mo raised his chin slightly, his eyes fell on the divorce letter, and his voice was so deep that he became hoarse.
Lin Qingyang was calm and without any guilt. He picked up the letter with his fingertips and shook it. He chuckled and said, "You still have it. It seems you quite like my handwriting?"
Cang Mo's eyes darkened, he strode forward, his tall body came closer, his hands slammed on the edge of the table, and Lin Qingyang was tightly enclosed between himself and the desk.
"If I don't keep it, how can I settle the score with you?" Cang Mo lowered his head, staring at him with those Amber wolf eyes, the tips of their noses almost touching.
Lin Qingyang was forced to lean back and put his hands on the table, but did not hide. Instead, he raised the corners of his lips with interest. "You wolves, are you so vindictive?"
Cang Mo stared at his smiling eyes close at hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. "Yeah, you just know?"
Lin Qingyang chuckled, with a bit of joking in his tone. "Then how do we, Your Highness Demon King, plan to settle this account?"
Cang Mo looked at the person in front of him with deep eyes,
Although he had gone through life and death and many misunderstandings had been solved, he knew in his heart that the wedding was forced by him, and the intimacy later was also insisted on by him. Even though Lin Qingyang had taken the initiative to respond to him on the ship before, Cang Mo couldn't tell whether it was out of guilt or comfort?
Lin Qingyang never gave him an accurate word, and never said a word of love to him, whether it was five years ago or five years later.
"Lin Qingyang, between us..." Cang Mo lowered his voice and brushed his lips against Lin Qingyang's ear in an ambiguous manner, but the fingers clasped on the edge of the table were slightly exerted, "What kind of relationship is this?"
Lin Qingyang was stunned for a moment. Seeing the uneasiness in his eyes, he realized that this wolf bastard was not trying to settle a score. He was clearly seeking status here through the divorce letter.
Lin Qingyang looked at him, smiled helplessly, then raised his hand, grabbed Cang Mo's arm that was supported by his side, and gently pushed it away.
Cang Mo frowned. Although he was reluctant, he did not forcefully trap him with brute force. He followed him with his eyes and saw Lin Qingyang walking to the round table, picking up the letter of divorce and placing it against the beating candlelight.
The flames instantly burst into flames, greedily devouring the paper. Lin Qingyang just held the corner of the letter quietly until the two dazzling words turned into curled black ashes in the firelight, then he threw the embers into the incense burner.
"So, what does this mean?" Cang Mo followed the falling ashes with his eyes, his throat was dry, and he asked knowingly.
"What do you think?" Lin Qingyang patted the dust on his fingertips and asked with raised eyebrows.
"I don't understand." Cang Mo refused to give in and pushed even further, as if he was determined to force him to say the words he wanted to hear most.
But Lin Qingyang didn't do what he wanted. Instead, he put his fingers on the belt and untied the belt lightly. He peeled off the outer robe stained with dust and dried blood and threw it to the ground. Only a thin white lining was left on him, with the collar loosely open.
Cang Mo took a breath and looked away. "Don't do this."
Lin Qingyang just smiled at him, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.
"Where are you going?" Cang Mo asked with a frown.
Lin Qingyang stopped and turned around, with a bit of casual seduction in his eyes. "Would you like to take a shower together?"
Cang Mo was stunned. Before he could react, Lin Qingyang had already blinked at him ambiguously, turned around and walked into the bathtub behind the screen.
Cang Mo stood there for a while unwillingly, took several deep breaths, but couldn't resist his instinct and ducked in.
The water vapor in the bathhouse was thick, and the rising white mist blurred his vision. However, Lin Qingyang had stripped off completely and was leaning against the wall of the pool with his eyes closed.
Because I just took Nirvana Lotus, the bruises and abrasions caused by the bumps in the past few days have disappeared without a trace, and the skin is glowing with a warm luster under the water.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Lin Qingyang opened his eyes, looked at Cang Mo standing by the pool through the water vapor, and raised the corners of his mouth provocatively.
The next second, the black robe on Cang Mo turned into a wisp of Demonic Qi and dissipated. There was a loud "plop", water splashed everywhere, and the tall figure fell directly into the water.
Without even giving Lin Qingyang a chance to speak, Cang Mo rushed over to him with scalding steam, grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him fiercely.
Lin Qingyang was pressed against the slippery wall of the pool. He raised his arms and climbed onto the opponent's broad back. He closed his eyes and indulged in the robbery.
The water waves lapped at the edge of the pool fiercely, and the intertwined breaths quickly became a mess in the dense white mist.
"Lin Qingyang, you did it on purpose." Cang Mo gasped and gritted his teeth. Those Amber eyes were so bright in the water vapor, "You provoke me like this every time, don't you like it?"
"It sounds like... you don't like..." Lin Qingyang smiled and took a breath, speaking intermittently.
Cang Mo took a deep breath and buried his head deeply into Lin Qingyang's neck again. After a moment, an extremely hoarse voice, accompanied by a flattering nudge of lips, fell on Lin Qingyang's ears:
"Lin Qingyang, do you... like me?" His movements were fierce, but his voice was cautiously uneasy and uneasy.
Lin Qingyang gasped, his vision gradually defocused in the misty water vapor.
The heavy rain in Tianshui City appeared in my mind involuntarily, the cold rain, the blood on the ground, and the cold half-broken sword in my hand.
In fact, he is not that righteous. In that desperate situation, the idea that supported him to cut a way for life and stubbornly survive to this day is actually simple and a bit selfish--
He just couldn't bear to see his A-Qi die.
He couldn't bear to let this stubborn and lonely wolf cub meet such a miserable end.
The violent sloshing water waves in the bath gradually subsided, leaving only the faint sound of water drops dripping down the skin.
Cang Mo was still like an uneasy trapped animal, buried in the side of his neck, breathing a little tight, waiting for the answer he had longed for for so long.
Lin Qingyang lowered his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and put his lips against the ear that was still dripping with water. His voice was slightly hoarse, but it carried the relief that had transcended countless lives and deaths:
"Like it."