My Demon Queen

"Give me a definite answer whether to kill me or not! Sister, you look a little scary!"

Although Ye An looked calm on the outside, he was actually in a state of panic on the inside.

His heart beat like a rapid drum, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the big beads of sweat slowly slid down his cheeks and wet his collar.

However, he understood that he could not show the slightest fear in front of Mo Qingcheng, otherwise he would only put himself in a more dangerous situation.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An quietly, her eyes revealing a hint of complex emotions.

She realized that she seemed to be being led by this mortal boy without her knowing it, and this feeling made her feel both amused and annoyed.

"Being led by the nose by a mortal boy, huh! Interesting."

Mo Qingcheng murmured to herself, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely noticeable smile.

That smile was like a flash in the pan, and was instantly replaced by indifference.

Mo Qingcheng didn't say anything, but the murderous intent in her body dissipated a lot inadvertently.

She still looked coldly at Ye An lying on the stone bed, her eyes full of indifference and disdain, as if Ye An was already a worthless dead person.

Ye An felt uncomfortable being stared at by Mo Qingcheng and finally couldn't help it.

After all, he was facing a monster that had lived for hundreds of years, and no matter how he disguised himself, he could not completely conceal the fear in his heart.

"I say, sister, do you want to kill me or sleep with me?"

Ye An took the risk, put on a rogue look, and started to speak in a shameless manner.

His voice was trembling, but he still pretended to be fearless.

Mo Qingcheng's eyes shrank slightly the moment Ye An said this, like the stars in the cold night suddenly dimming.

A flash of cold light flashed, and her killing intent suddenly surged. She did not hesitate to withdraw her spiritual power that was preventing Ye An's injuries from getting worse.

"Pfft~cough cough"

Ye An suddenly felt an indescribable pain all over his body, as if his internal organs were torn apart. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which was like a blooming flower, staining the front of his shirt red.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An coldly, without a trace of pity or sympathy in her eyes, as if he was just an insignificant ant that could be easily crushed to death at any time.

"Ahem, ahem, finally you can't give me a happy ending!"

Ye An vomited blood intermittently, his voice full of helplessness and despair.

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth, carrying endless pain.

Mo Qingcheng also spoke at this moment. Her tone was so cold that it made people feel cold, as if it was a chill wind from the abyss of the underworld:

"From now on, you can neither die nor live."

"Ahem, so this is what it means to be unable to live or die."

Ye An spit out blood and turned to look at Mo Qingcheng. There was no anger, pain, or despair in his eyes. There was nothing. He looked at Mo Qingcheng like a dead body of water. His eyes were so empty that they were scary, as if he had transcended life and death.

Ye An was spitting out mouthfuls of blood. His face was as pale as paper and his body was shaking constantly because of pain, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

However, his eyes were unusually calm, without a trace of ripples.

He turned his head and looked at Mo Qingcheng. His dead eyes made Mo Qingcheng's heart tremble, as if an invisible force was impacting her heart.

In Mo Qingcheng's memory, those human monks who were captured by her were either filled with anger in her hands, with their eyes wide open as if they were about to spit fire.

Either they are filled with despair, with empty eyes and a haggard appearance; or they beg desperately, with tears streaming down their cheeks, without any dignity at all.

She had never seen a person's eyes so calm, especially when facing death.

Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but start thinking, why did Ye An have such a look?

Does he really not care about life or death, or is he just pretending to be strong? What is he thinking?

These questions swirled in Mo Qingcheng's mind like layers of fog, making her more interested in Ye An.

At the same time, Mo Qingcheng also realized that Ye An's appearance gave her a new understanding of the human race.

She originally thought that humans were weak, selfish creatures who would only bow before power and be afraid of death.

But Ye An's performance made her see another side of the human race. This change in cognition also caused Mo Qingcheng's attitude towards Ye An to change subtly.

Ye An's heart was actually very uneasy. He thought of the world he once lived in, where technology was advanced and everyone was equal. In that world were his colleagues and friends, the high-rise buildings and busy traffic he was familiar with, his favorite movies and music, and the convenient life he was used to.

He also remembered the fear and helplessness he felt when he first traveled to this world, and the torture he suffered after being captured by the demon clan, all those days and nights of pain and suffering.

He had experienced despair, fear, and anger, especially when he saw himself and other captured people being pressed against a pool of blood to bleed. His heart was filled with the injustice of fate and hatred towards the demons, and his rage burned so hard that it almost devoured him.

But now he is no longer angry, no longer afraid, and no longer desperate.

Because he knew that these emotions could not change his destiny.

He has accepted the fact that he cannot go back to the past and has also accepted his impending death.

At this moment, there was only calmness in his heart, a sense of relief towards life and acceptance of death, like the calm surface of a lake, without a single ripple.

He looked at Mo Qingcheng, without a trace of resentment in his heart, only a faint sadness.

He knew that Mo Qingcheng was a powerful person in this world. She possessed absolute power and authority and could decide other people's life and death at will. He was just an insignificant mortal who could not compete with her and was as small as dust.

Many thoughts flashed through Ye An's mind, but his expression remained calm. He just looked at Mo Qingcheng silently, waiting for the end of his life, just like waiting for the night to fall.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An, who looked like a dead body, and couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

She frowned, and her dark brows were slightly furrowed, like the lake water ruffled by the wind in spring.

He reached out his hand to check Ye An's vitality, and after confirming that he was still alive, he became even more confused.

"Why does he make me feel like he's dead? Why can't I sense any emotion from him?"

Mo Qingcheng pondered secretly, her heart full of doubts. She didn't understand why a living person would give her such a feeling, as if life had been taken away from his body, leaving only an empty shell.

Ye An didn't react at all, even coughing up blood stopped, only breathing weakly.

His pair of peach blossom eyes were still like stagnant water, looking at Mo Qingcheng lifelessly.

Mo Qingcheng felt an indescribable strange feeling in her heart when he stared at her like that.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, as if something had taken root in her heart and she couldn't let it go.

Mo Qingcheng frowned, but still waved her hand to stop Ye An's injuries from getting worse.

However, Ye An was still like a dead person, without any movement or emotion.

Although his body was still alive, his soul seemed to have left this world.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An like this, and her irritation grew stronger.

She didn't know how to face this strange boy, nor did she know how to deal with the strange feelings in her heart.

She wanted to kill him and put an end to it all, but that strange feeling prevented her from doing it.

Finally, Mo Qingcheng turned around and left the stone chamber. Her skirt fluttered gently, and she floated away like a cloud. She needed time to think calmly and figure out the feelings in her heart.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who was leaving, still without any reaction, still staring at the place where Mo Qingcheng had just stood. His eyes were empty and lifeless, as if he had lost all hope in this world, leaving only endless darkness.

Stone outdoor

"Sister? Are you okay?" Ruxue suddenly appeared, and when she saw Mo Qingcheng's appearance, her face was full of concern.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Mo Qingcheng looked at Ruxue, eyes full of confusion.

"Sister, you have never frowned, not even at that time. What happened today?" Ruxue looked at her sister, the worry in her heart was beyond words.

Mo Qingcheng also felt the changes in herself, and then returned to her original indifferent look.

"Nothing, why are you here?" Mo Qingcheng replied calmly, without any emotion in his voice.

"I heard that you tortured that mortal, so I came to see what the reason was. I'm also worried about you." Ruxue hugged Mo Qingcheng's arm, her tone full of worry.

"He didn't know whether to live or die, so I killed him and made him suffer neither the fate nor the death." Mo Qingcheng said the cruelest words calmly, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Ruxue nodded and asked, "What about your injuries? Don't kill him impulsively. You still need his blood."

Mo Qingcheng nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm still holding on. I know the severity of the situation."

Ruxue was relieved at this moment and took Mo Qingcheng to the palace of the demon clan.

"Ruxue, I'm not going. I don't want to go now. It's good to have you here." Mo Qingcheng held Ruxue and comforted her softly.

"Sister, are you going to be a hands-off boss?" Ruxue said playfully, with a hint of anger on her face.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ruxue's playful appearance, and immediately swept away the gloom on Ye An's face, and replied with a chuckle:

"It's been three hundred years. What do you want me to do? Just let me stay here for a while. I can recover from my injuries and then I'll go with you."

Ruxue became happy instantly, and then happily hugged Mo Qingcheng's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Sister, is that person in there?" Ruxue asked while hugging Mo Qingcheng's arm.

"Yes"

"I'll go in and see how he made my sister look like that!" Ruxue said coquettishly.

"Huh? Do you really want to see your sister in distress?" Mo Qingcheng looked at Ruxue who was hugging his arms lovingly.

"Hey, just let me take a look!"

"Okay, go and have a look. I'll be waiting for you in the secret room."

"Ok"

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng walked towards the secret room, while Ruxue pushed open the stone door and saw Ye An lying on the stone bed.

Ruxue came to the side of the stone bed and looked at Ye An, who seemed to be dying with his eyes open. Especially Ye An's dead eyes, which also scared Ruxue.

"Tsk tsk, what happened?" Ruxue looked at Ye An, who looked like a dead body, curiously.

"It really was just one breath." Ruxue looked at Ye An in front of her.

But Ye An didn't react at all, his eyes didn't move, he just looked at one place.

"How about I slap you again?"