My Demon Queen

Chapter 175 What Kind of Person Was I Before

Le Feng looked at Mu Wushuang who refused to admit it, with deep disappointment in his eyes. He shook his head gently, then spoke slowly.

"Forget it. Since you insist on not telling me, I will not force you. I came to you this time because I want you to go out for a walk and check on those monks who have been causing chaos within the sect's jurisdiction recently. Remember, you must not take it lightly."

Mu Wushuang listened to his master's words, lowered his head, clasped his hands together, and responded respectfully:

"I will follow Master's instructions and will definitely fulfill my mission."

Le Feng looked at Mu Wushuang deeply, his eyes were filled with complex emotions, including expectation and a hint of helplessness that was barely perceptible.

Le Feng sighed lightly, waved his long sleeves, and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Mu Wushuang keenly sensed that her master had left, and then she slowly raised her head.

There was a look of relief on her face at first, but it was soon replaced by guilt, and she thought to herself: Alas, I have finally let my master down by hiding this.

Le Feng walked back to the hall with heavy steps, and every step seemed to carry invisible pressure.

His brows were furrowed, and the disappointment and anger in his eyes were burning like a raging fire, and becoming more and more intense.

That gloomy face seemed to be able to drip water, and even a hint of cruelty emerged ferociously on his face.

"Hmph, you are a disaster. If that's the case, then there's no point in living..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out these murderous words. His clenched fists trembled slightly, showing his extreme anger.

The scene changes.

"I say, where are we going? We've been walking for several days and my legs are so thin."

Ye An followed Mo Qingcheng weakly, with his head hanging like a deflated ball, and shouted weakly at Mo Qingcheng.

As he spoke, he rubbed his sore calves with his hands, his face full of fatigue and dissatisfaction.

Mo Qingcheng walked in front without looking around, the breeze gently ruffling her skirt. She seemed to be oblivious to Ye An's shouting and continued to walk with firm and light steps.

Since leaving the city, Mo Qingcheng and Ye An came to the suburbs outside the city.

The vast fields stretch as far as the eye can see, clear streams gurgle happily, and from time to time you can see farmers working hard in the fields, their bronze skin covered with crystal beads of sweat.

Mo Qingcheng has been wearing that white hat all this time, so Ye An has never noticed that since coming here, Mo Qingcheng's face, which has always been indifferent and cold, is now full of tranquility and gentleness.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, enjoying the beauty of the moment.

"Hey, Mo Qingcheng, if you don't tell me, I won't leave."

Seeing that Mo Qingcheng ignored him, Ye An simply found a big tree and sat down on the grass, clasping his hands in front of his chest, looking angrily as if to say "what can you do to me".

Mo Qingcheng then stopped and turned around slowly when she heard no movement behind her.

Seeing Ye An playing tricks, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and through the veil, a barely perceptible smile flashed in her eyes. She stared at Ye An quietly.

Ye An took a sneak peek and found that Mo Qingcheng had stopped, but he was still not satisfied, so he simply closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm not leaving anyway."

"Isn't this the mountains and rivers you want to see?"

Mo Qingcheng took light steps and slowly walked up to Ye An, looking down at him through the veil.

When Ye An heard this, he was about to refute, but a blurry picture suddenly flashed through his mind.

The scene seemed so real and illusory that he couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you willing to accompany me across thousands of mountains and rivers..."

Halfway through his words, Ye An suddenly froze in place, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. He looked down at himself, not understanding why he blurted out these words.

That moment of distraction made him feel as if he was in a fog.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An like this and knew in her heart that Ye An still had a chance to recover his memory. She was not in a hurry, thinking that she had plenty of time to accompany him to recover slowly.

Thinking of this, Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little surprised as to why she had the idea of ​​wanting to stay with Ye An forever.

"Mo Qingcheng, have I ever said this to you before?"

Ye An came back to his senses, his eyes full of confusion, and asked Mo Qingcheng anxiously.

Mo Qingcheng nodded slightly.

Ye An got Mo Qingcheng's confirmation and recalled what Ye Quan said to him when he first came to this world.

"Is amnesia your greatest protection when facing outsiders?"

Thinking of this, Ye An's heart was filled with doubts, his brows knitted, and he looked straight at Mo Qingcheng and asked:

"You knew from the beginning that I had amnesia?"

Mo Qingcheng still just nodded slightly without saying much.

Ye An felt his mind suddenly become confused, with countless questions intertwined in his mind.

The feeling of disharmony at the beginning also found an answer at this moment, but this answer made him even more confused.

Why did Mo Qingcheng bring herself out without asking the reason at the beginning, and even without saying anything else, as if she had already known that I had lost my memory?

But, I didn't lose my memory. I was just a soul occupying someone else's body, but...

"Silly boy, why do you think so much? You have read novels, so there are many stories about accepting the memories of the original owner."

In his consciousness, Ye Quan spoke anxiously to interrupt Ye An's thoughts. In Ye Quan's opinion, if Ye An continued to think about this, he would eventually break down.

After listening to Ye Quan's words, Ye An took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

Ye An sat on the grass, supporting his chin with one hand and the other hand casually placed on his leg. He looked at Mo Qingcheng thoughtfully, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

"how?"

Mo Qingcheng felt uncomfortable under Ye An's direct gaze. She frowned slightly and asked calmly.

"Nothing? I want to know what kind of person I was before. I always feel that you and I have a close relationship. It can't be... I am your child husband, right?"

Ye An's mind was full of ideas. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high, and he couldn't help but ask excitedly.

Otherwise how could I explain why Mo Qingcheng was so special to me, holding me to her side and not letting me leave, and threatening me if I tried to leave.

After hearing Ye An's absurd words, Mo Qingcheng's originally gentle expression froze instantly and turned into cold as ice.

She snorted coldly and flicked her slender finger lightly towards Ye An.

When Ye An saw Mo Qingcheng's actions, he was immediately shocked and exclaimed: "Fuck...ah..."

Immediately afterwards, Ye An fell straight down on the grass with a plop. A big red bump suddenly appeared on his head. He grimaced in pain and gasped for breath.