Chapter 793: Chapter 228: Let’s Have a Child! (First Update)
Si Mo’s gaze turned cold as he tightly protected Mu Qingge and swung his hand.
A powerful surge of demon spiritual power burst from his hand, transforming into a fierce beast with a terrifying roar, rushing at the person.
The person was hit head-on by the ’fierce beast,’ spat blood, and was sent flying back.
The demon spiritual power invaded his body, causing fine cracks to explode on his skin. Black magic light burst from those cracks, instantly tearing his body into countless pieces scattered across the ground.
"Leader!"
"It’s the leader!"
"The leader is dead!"
It turned out that the person who rushed forward was indeed the leader of the Chongyan Tribe.
"Mere ants."
Beside Mu Qingge’s ear, she heard Si Mo’s calm and indifferent words.
Her gaze shifted slightly from the shattered remains on the ground to Si Mo, with a trace of concern in her eyes. She noticed the faint blood seeping from his lips.
Her heart felt blocked, heavy, stifled, very uncomfortable.
Mu Qingge’s features were tense, her lips tightly pressed, she didn’t ask Si Mo if he was hurt. Because, she knew in her heart, no matter how much it hurt, he would never say, only calmly shake his head in denial.
Si Mo looked over at her, the coldness in his amber eyes dissipating, turning into a pool of spring water. He curved his lips into a faint yet intoxicating smile and said to Mu Qingge: "Little Ge’er, put away your Taichu Urgent Fire."
Mu Qingge was taken aback and turned her eyes to the ground.
The entire Chongyan Tribe was engulfed in a sea of fire, and the spiritual power within her had long been exhausted.
Si Mo was holding on with difficulty, and wasn’t she too?
Both of them were adept at enduring. In this relationship, if Si Mo hadn’t taken the initiative back then and continued to endure, today’s everything might have been different.
"Leave the rest to them," Si Mo said to Mu Qingge, looking at the Demon Guards led by Gu Ya and Gu Ye.
Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly, obeyed his words, and withdrew the Taichu Urgent Fire. As soon as the Taichu Urgent Fire re-entered her body, Mu Qingge took out a handful of elixirs, stuffing half into Si Mo’s mouth, and eating the remaining half herself.
The two sat on top of Yuan, overlooking the massacre on the ground.
The bloody scene did not make them feel disgusted, they had long been accustomed to it.
The people below, were they innocent?
Perhaps they were implicated by Yin Teng. However, the Chongyan Tribe had been arrogant in the Insect Abyss for a long time, and in the tribe, who hadn’t taken a few lives?
So, they weren’t innocent either.
Si Mo was a demon, and Mu Qingge was no saint. Innocence, implication, to them, were merely trivial matters.
The screams, the wailing, the pleas for mercy, gradually subsided...
"Your Majesty, there are no survivors in the Chongyan Tribe," Gu Ye knelt on the ground, looking up at their king and princess.
Si Mo nodded faintly.
Suddenly, he released Mu Qingge, who was sitting on Yuan, and leaped down himself.
As he moved, Gu Ye immediately stepped aside, standing voluntarily behind him. Mu Qingge sat on Yuan, frowning slightly, uncertain of what he was about to do.
Actually, Si Mo didn’t know either.
He just felt that he needed to do something.
Looking at the corpses scattered everywhere, Si Mo raised his hand, releasing a black whirlwind from his palm that gradually faded, revealing a phantom jar.
The belly of the jar was large, but the opening was small.
Si Mo gently lifted his palm, and the phantom jar floated into the air, its opening facing the corpses.
Soon Mu Qingge saw what seemed like ethereal souls drawn from the corpses by some force, emitting cries of fear as they were sucked into the jar.
Once all the souls of Chongyan Tribe were absorbed into the jar, the phantom jar returned to Si Mo’s palm, disappearing without a trace.
Having completed this task, Si Mo returned once more to sit behind Mu Qingge on Yuan, naturally wrapping his strong arms around her waist, allowing her to comfortably lean against his embrace.
Mu Qingge looked up at him, curiously asking: "Why did you collect that?"
"I don’t know," Si Mo replied calmly.
This answer made Mu Qingge’s mouth twitch.
"But..." Si Mo furrowed his brow slightly, "It probably has something to do with you. I can’t recall the reason, I just vaguely feel the need to do this, and it’s a habit I’ve had for a long time."
"..." Mu Qingge was speechless.
Alright, she shouldn’t trouble a patient with memory loss.
"Should we leave now?" Mu Qingge cleverly changed the topic.
"Yes." Si Mo nodded, raising his hand to gently pat Yuan’s head. Yuan let out a long cry, turned and flew towards the exit of the Insect Abyss.
Gu Ya and Gu Ye followed closely behind with the Demon Guards.
The slaughter they instigated in the Insect Abyss began quietly and ended quietly.
...
"Are you tired?" Si Mo’s voice fell into Mu Qingge’s ears.
The two of them were riding on Yuan, and the wind passing by was kept outside by the shield Yuan had formed. Mu Qingge shook her head slowly, "Not tired."
However, Si Mo seemed not to hear her answer and continued, "If you’re tired, just lean on me and take a nap."
"..." Mu Qingge twitched at the corner of her eye and said again, "I’m not tired."
"Hmm, you’re not tired. But I’m a bit tired," Si Mo suddenly said.
Mu Qingge was startled and turned to look at him, instinctively reaching for his wrist. "How are you feeling? Anywhere uncomfortable?"
If he wasn’t really unable to bear it, why would Si Mo say such a thing?
Yet, in her nervous state, she ignored the flash of cunning in Si Mo’s amber eyes. "Since you’re not tired, can I lean on you?"
With that, he turned around, lay on Yuan, and rested his head on Mu Qingge’s lap, savoring the scent from her embrace with his nose, while his deep eyes gazed at her without blinking.
Mu Qingge’s spine went stiff. Realizing the man’s little trick, Mu Qingge smiled helplessly. She followed his words and said, "Since you’re tired, rest well then."
"Ge’er, will you leave?" Si Mo suddenly asked.
"I won’t." Mu Qingge gave her firm answer.
Si Mo seemed somewhat reassured. He closed his eyes but soon opened them again, looking at Mu Qingge. "I don’t know why, but I always feel as though you’re going to leave soon."
"..." Mu Qingge looked at Si Mo’s face, inexplicably feeling a pang of heartache.
This man, ruthless before his enemies, now showed a childlike worry in front of her.
They... do have more separations than meetings.
Mu Qingge’s lips curled up lightly, her voice unconsciously filled with tenderness. "Not this time."
"Okay." Si Mo looked at her seriously and replied softly.
With Mu Qingge’s promise, Si Mo closed his eyes again.
Yet...
"Ge’er, let’s have a child." Si Mo, with his eyes closed, made a very solemn request to Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge’s mouth twitched hard, and she raised her hand to slap his face.
Only, when her hand touched Si Mo’s cheek, she couldn’t bear to use force and turned her slap into a gentle caress.
"Get a good sleep." Mu Qingge said angrily.
Si Mo did not speak anymore. Gradually, even breathing sounds came, showing he was sleeping peacefully and soundly. Listening to his breathing, Mu Qingge’s heart softened.
She looked at the man peacefully sleeping on her lap. In her past and present life, she had never had such an experience.
’So this is what it feels like to truly have someone in your heart!’ Mu Qingge suddenly felt grateful. Fortunately, even though Si Mo forgot their past, the feelings towards her still lingered.
Furthermore, he followed that feeling without hesitation.
If Si Mo showed no recollection of her, acted resistant towards her... Mu Qingge took a deep breath, just the thought of it pained her heart.
This heartache increased her killing intent towards the Divine Emperor who sealed Si Mo.
A sharp cold glint flashed through her clear eyes. When her gaze fell back on Si Mo, it turned gentle as water. She lightly caressed his cheek and whispered, "Even if you can’t remember me, it’s okay. I said, if you dare to forget me, I’ll tether you by my side, make you see me day and night, so you can’t forget even if you want to!"
"Divine Clan?" Mu Qingge’s mouth curled into a cold smile, her eyes reflecting a playful light.
It seemed she had another reason to go kill her way into the Divine Clan. "Phoenix Heaven God Emperor... Li Yuan..."
...
Yuan’s clear cry echoed from the Earth Crack of the Ancient Insect Abyss.
Finally, they left the Ancient Insect Abyss. Yuan carried them into the boundaries of the Taixuan Demon Realm, at the crossroads of the Divine and Demon Clans.
Si Mo was the king here.
As soon as they entered the Taixuan Demon Realm, Mu Qingge saw those black mists retreat to both sides ceremoniously, revealing a straight path leading the way for Si Mo.
It was as if his return made the entire demon realm’s creatures submit, kneeling at his feet.
Witnessing this scene, Mu Qingge looked at Si Mo in amusement, "Indeed, a king is different. I don’t get this kind of treatment."
Si Mo turned his eyes towards her, a doting smile in his gaze. "As long as I bestow the symbol of princess upon you, you can have it too. So, will you marry me?"
Mu Qingge chuckled, "To agree to an official marriage just for this? You’re underestimating me."
"Ge’er," Si Mo pulled up Mu Qingge’s hand, playing with it in his palm. "When will you make up your mind to marry me truly, become my princess? Become the mistress of the entire demon realm?"
Mu Qingge sighed, "It’s not that I won’t marry, it’s just not the right time." She still had many things awaiting her to accomplish, a long way to go.
Currently, her cultivation in the demon realm made her nothing but a burden.
This was not her world yet. But, one day, she would walk in openly and marry Si Mo!
"With me here, you need not worry about anything else." Si Mo grasped her hand, placing it on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Only by staying by Mu Qingge’s side, watching her constantly, could he feel his heart was complete.
That heartache of losing her was more tormenting than the constant physical pain he was enduring now.
Mu Qingge shook her head slowly; she didn’t know how to explain it to the current Si Mo.
Si Mo looked at her, furrowed his brows slightly, and thought to himself, "Still need to hurry and have a child!"
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