Demon Sword God

Feeling the struggle of "Qing Qing" in his arms, Mu Lin thought that "Qing Qing" was stubbornly saying that he wanted to stand side by side with his brother and didn't want to be a dragster. So he deliberately used more force and forced "Qing Qing"'s

The resistance was suppressed.

"Silly girl, fighting is a man's business. Just follow your brother."

"Let me go." Qing Ming frowned as he felt that his body couldn't break away.

"I won't let you go." Mu Lin knew that "Qingqing" had a stubborn temper and would soften up if she couldn't resist.

"I won't be polite if you don't let me go." Qing Ming's tone was cold and warning.

Feeling the tone of "Qing Qing" in his arms suddenly become serious, Mu Lin hugged Qing Qing's arm tighter.

"You!" Qing Ming's face was dark, and red light surged in his palms. Just as he was about to hit him with a palm, Mu Lin suddenly let go of one hand and grabbed Qing Ming's hand. Qing Ming's body suddenly leaned back.

, their eyes suddenly met.

Mu Lin's eyes were firm and determined, and he walked the earth calmly.

Qing Ming's eyes were cold and stubborn, as proud as cedars.

The two looked at each other like this. Finally, Qing Ming, who was still not used to contact with the opposite sex, let go of his hand first. Qing Ming's expression was a bit cold and he turned away.

Seeing the serious-looking "Qing Qing" in front of him turning away awkwardly, Mu Lin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling "Qing Qing's" silence, Mu Lin knew that "Qing Qing" was angry with him again.

"You know, Sartochi told me that when you sold yourself to Master Paka for me, at that moment, I seemed to have lost the whole world..." Mu Lin sat down quietly, raised his head, and looked at the bright

moon.

"The whole world..." Qing Ming's expression was startled, and he suddenly turned around, only to find that Mu Lin raised a hand, with the back of his hand facing the moon, and the bright light shone on Mu Lin's face through the gaps between his fingers.

"I hated myself so much at that time, hated my own incompetence, hated my own weakness, hated that I was useless enough to need your protection... So at that moment I swore that if I could become stronger, if I could protect you

Strength, I never want to see your sad expression again." Mu Lin clenched his hands tightly, and the moonlight shone on his fists, making this scene look sacred and solemn.

Qing Ming looked at the clenched fist, and for some reason, a faint emotion of unknown origin welled up in his heart, with some entanglement, some confusion, and a hint of warmth.

"Let's go back." Feeling the biting wind blowing from the roof, Mu Lin was a little worried about Qingqing.

"Yes." Qing Ming agreed blankly, and then followed Mu Lin absentmindedly, still thinking about the story of Prophet Elo and what Mu Lin had just said. So he didn't even know when he would return.

room, he sat on the bed inexplicably without realizing it. When Qing Ming came to his senses, it happened to be the moment when Mu Lin pressed the light switch on the bedside.

For a moment, Qing Ming's eyes darkened. The whole room was filled with only a little bit of moonlight coming in from the window.

"Silly girl, go to bed early, we are going to set off tomorrow." Mu Lin fondly touched Qing Ming's head, then lay down first, turned around and covered his head with the quilt.

The uneasiness in his heart kept Mu Lin from falling asleep, because Qingqing's breathing was not as steady as usual, and his heartbeat was low and heavy. So Mu Lin felt that Qingqing might be really angry because of what happened on the roof just now.

Qing Ming struggled hard for a moment. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the first time that he and Mu Lin were so close. Usually at this time, Qing Ming only had control over his body.

"Hey..." Qing Ming shouted to the sleeping soul in his consciousness.

The other party didn't respond.

"Hello."

The other party still didn't respond.

"Are you dead or not? Let me know."

"Well..." A hazy voice sounded in Qing Ming's mind.

"Uh...what are you doing...uh..." Qingqing didn't seem to wake up.

"Get up and go to sleep." After saying this, Qing Ming suddenly felt that something was wrong with this sentence.

"Well...get up and sleep...well...then I will continue to sleep." After saying that, Qingqing's consciousness sank for a moment.

"Hey, come back here..."

"Hello……"

"..."

After calling for a long time, Qing Qing didn't respond, and Qing Ming had a dark look on his face.

Forget it, after a good sleep, you won’t lose any pieces of flesh or lose skin, and the bed is big enough anyway.

Qing Ming, who didn't want to sleep outside, struggled hard again, shrank to the other side of the bed, pulled up the quilt, and covered his head.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Qing Ming's mind was filled with the replay of Prophet Ero's words and Mu Lin's words in turn, so Qing Ming completely fell into insomnia. He tossed and turned in bed for several hours, until the sky began to get brighter.

At that time, I finally felt a little tired and fell asleep deeply.

Feeling that he had made Qingqing angry, he was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting to death, and he was still supporting Mu Lin, who had not fallen asleep. When it was close to dawn, he finally felt the heartbeat and breathing of the body next to him stabilize for a moment. His heart was hanging.

Putting it down smoothly in an instant, Mu Lin tilted his head and quickly fell asleep.