Before Mo Qin could say anything, Shang Qi immediately hugged him tightly.
Smelling Mo Qin's scent, he hugged the only life-saving piece of driftwood tightly.
"Don't abandon me. I will be very good. It doesn't matter even if you leave. I can wait for you and see you again."
"You also like me, right? Otherwise, why would you be so nice to me?"
Mo Qin lost the book in his hand at some point and raised his hand to pat Shang Qi on the back as a gesture of comfort.
"I didn't say I didn't want you."
The tough Little Demon Lord could be so fragile. Mo Qin couldn't tell how much performance there was in it, but there was no need to distinguish it.
"A hundred years long. I didn't want you to wait."
Shang Qi didn't care about a hundred or two hundred years. He just promised hurriedly:
"I can, I can!"
The joy at this moment hit him, leaving him no time to think about how many seasons rotated in a hundred years, how many suns and moons changed, and how many moments were connected in series.
The more excited and uncontrollable I am now, surrounded by joy and sweetness, the more heart-piercing and unbearable I will feel in the dark and long years to come.
Every time I recall it, I sprinkle a layer of arsenic on the treasured honey.
What else could Mo Qin say. She could say nothing more.
"good."
-
Happy days are always short-lived.
Shang Qi becomes more and more anxious whenever he thinks that Mo Qin will leave soon.
Not to mention it was still an uncertain day.
He had almost no intention of practicing, he just wanted to squeeze in more time to spend time with Mo Qin.
For them, the rotation of the four seasons in the world is no different from the rotation of the sun and the moon, it's just a little slower.
Day after day, Shang Qi soon discovered the changes in Li Fu.
Shang Qi held a few spiritual fruits and sat in the yard to feed Li Li.
"It seems that this feeding is very effective. You seem to be getting more and more beautiful."
Shang Qi and Li Li didn't get along very well, mainly verbally.
Li Li was suddenly praised, and he felt proud.
He glanced at Shang Qi with a noble and cold look, "Of course, after eating so much spiritual energy, of course I will become more beautiful."
Shang Qi lowered the corners of his mouth and said with some dissatisfaction:
"Other people's spiritual pets can do a lot of things. Apart from being pleasing to the eye, you don't seem to have any other use."
He paused and said in a joking tone, "I want to compliment you, you are so shameless and proud of yourself."
Li Li was instantly furious. He sneered and retorted, "When I accumulate enough spiritual energy, you will know how stupid your idea is!"
Shang Qi showed a look of astonishment at the right time.
Li Li was indeed proud, and he sneered, "You won't even have time to cry when the time comes!"
After speaking, Li Li swept away the remaining spiritual fruits in Shang Qi's hand and ran into the house.
Shang Qi was still sitting there, like a statue, and a chill enveloped him.
Cry, why is he crying.
It's because... Mo Qin left.
Shang Qi's dark eyes seemed to be stained with ink. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and the demonic energy quietly leaked out.
That’s how it turns out…
So that's it.
As long as that little thing is dealt with, Mo Qin won't be able to leave.
-
Mo Qin discovered that Shang Qi had a little secret.
The main reason is that Shang Qi seemed to be very tolerant of Li Huan, and even took the initiative to feed Li Huan several times.
Shang Qi seemed to pay more attention to Li Huan.
Li Li's feelings at that time...
From time to time, he complained to Mo Qin and shouted in her ear:
"Is he crazy? He always stares at me with strange eyes!"
"I'm afraid he's not a pervert!"
"Go away, stay away from me!"
"Help, he can't fall in love with me and like me, right? It's disgusting, no, I need to take more spiritual energy to suppress my shock."
…
Mo Qin didn't care at first, but then Li Fang started yelling more, and she felt something was wrong.
She asked Shang Qi, who just said calmly:
"I'm very curious about the little furball and I have an idea that I need his help with. I won't hurt him, I just need his cooperation with me."
Out of Shang Qi's trust and Li Li's reassurance, Mo Qin didn't take this matter to heart.
Until one day, Mo Qin didn't see Li Huan all day long.
When she couldn't find it, she called Li Huan in her mind.
At first Li Li didn't reply, and it wasn't until late at night that Li Li's voice exploded from her mind.
"Ahhhh!!"
"Bitch, I knew he had no good intentions!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuu, come and save me, I'm locked up by him."
Mo Qin was almost sent away by Li Huan's scream. She rubbed her brows and asked:
"What's going on? Where are you?"
Li Fu complained angrily:
"He made a seal, tricked me into it, and then locked me up!"
Mo Qin: "Oh? Can you be fooled by him?"
Li Li hesitated and found it difficult to say:
"I, I was just careless and was deceived by him. Come to me quickly and rescue me!"
…
Mo Qin knocked on Shang Qi's door.
There was rustling in the house for a while before he came out and opened the door.
Shang Qi's clothes were not neatly arranged and were a bit messy. His long hair was hung casually and there was confusion in his eyes.
"Qinqin...it's so late, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
Mo Qin reached out to him and said, "Hand over the things."
Shang Qi curled his fingers and moved his eyes along Mo Qin's palm to her face.
His tone became more and more doubtful, "What is it?"
Mo Qin pursed her lower lip, stepped into the room, pressed her palms against the devil, and pushed him in.
She glanced at Shang Qi up and down.
Her hands touched his chest, then slid down his waist, and finally fell on his long sleeves.
Shang Qi stiffened his body and allowed Mo Qin to move. In the darkness, he quietly squeezed his palms and breathed a little lighter.
"Qinqin... Qinqin, what are you looking for?"
He was like a bright mirror in his mind, but he still pretended to be flawless.
"Say it, I can find it for you. Can you... stop touching it." If you touch it any more, something will happen.
Shang Qi knew what Mo Qin was looking for, but just touching him like this made his ears feel hot.
Mo Qin retracted her hand and took a step back, feeling nothing on him.
"Shang Qi, where did you do the little fur ball? Return him to me. That is very important."
The night wind blew in through the open window, blowing all the dryness out of Shang Qi.
His arms hung weakly by his sides, and the whole demon melted into the darkness, feeling lonely and helpless.
His voice was low, as if it was about to disappear: "He is important, am I not important?"
Mo Qin felt uncomfortable seeing Shang Qi like this.
For a moment, I felt that my previous decision was a mistake.
Would it have been better if she had left Shang Qi in a safe place that day and left directly?
Mo Qin couldn't decide which one was more unbearable: mental torture or physical torture. She was not him, but she made the choice for him.
(End of chapter)
