My Demon Queen

Chapter 304 Final 2

After hearing Ye An's plan, Mo Qingcheng frowned, her face full of confusion, and she stared at Ye An closely.

Doubt and worry flashed in her clear eyes, and she asked with her red lips slightly parted: "Are you sure you want to do this? Do you know the consequences?"

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng with a firm look in his eyes. He raised three fingers and swore solemnly, "Wife, I'm sure. Don't worry, I promise you that I won't die."

His face was full of confidence, as if everything was under control.

However, Mo Qingcheng was still uneasy when she saw Ye An's confident look, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

According to Ye An, although he would not die, he would definitely suffer.

This plan is designed to allow him to recover his strength smoothly, while also allowing Xiaorou to grow up smoothly.

In Ye An's plan, he took into full consideration the safety of Mo Qingcheng, as well as the demons she cared about, Mo Ruxue and Xiao Rou.

A warm current surged in Mo Qingcheng's heart, "This little man seems to have grown up and wants to protect himself, but is such a plan really feasible?"

"Just this once. After this, if you dare to do this again, we will sleep in separate rooms."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An. Although her tone was calm, her eyes revealed unquestionable determination.

These words were like a bolt of lightning, instantly striking Ye An's mind.

Ye An's face froze in embarrassment, and he secretly regretted in his heart: "I shouldn't have told her about sleeping in separate rooms in marriage. Look, now she has learned bad habits."

Ye An smiled bitterly and wanted to go forward to seek comfort, but as soon as he took a step, Mo Qingcheng gave him a cold look.

That look seemed to be able to freeze people, and Ye An stopped helplessly.

Mo Qingcheng ignored Ye An and turned to walk towards the exit.

She has a graceful figure and firm steps, and every step is resolute.

When they were halfway there, Mo Qingcheng's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, shooting towards the two old figures in the stands like sharp swords.

"It seems that my demon race has really been silent in the world for too long."

Above the stands, a breeze blew gently, and the two old figures did not leave, but sat on one side each.

Their faces were solemn, and their eyes were fixed on the empty center of the venue, as if they were thinking about something.

The sunlight shines on the stands, outlining their slightly weathered silhouettes.

When Dao Wuchen mentioned the gathering of heroes, Abbot Huihai and Confucius, who were hearing from afar, fell silent.

Dao Wuchen held his forehead with some annoyance, secretly sighing that he should have thought of it earlier.

Ye An is a disaster star. As early as when he was in the demon clan, he had seen a three-eyed wolf following Ye An.

The ultimate prize of this gathering of heroes is the three-eyed wolf. How could Ye An, the star of disaster, not come?

At this time, a few birds flew across the sky, chirping clearly, but failed to break the solemn atmosphere.

Confucius also knew about this, but his old face showed no emotion, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

"Amitabha, in that case, I will return to the assembly first." Abbot Huihai's words fell into the ears of the two again.

This time Dao Wuchen did not say anything. He just looked quietly at the center of the venue with empty eyes, lost in thought. Beside him, a few fallen leaves slowly floated down.

Confucius didn't say anything either, just nodded slightly.

Abbot Huihai, who was transmitting the message from a distance, did not transmit any more messages, as if he saw Confucius nod, and tacitly did not speak, as if he had already received the answer.

An oppressive silence permeated the entire stand.

"Do you two have anything else to say?"

Bai Feiyu looked at the two figures on the stands who had not left, and a sense of curiosity surged in his heart.

He moved and flew forward like a light bird, ready to ask the reason.

Dao Wuchen still had a solemn expression on his face, standing there quietly, like a statue in deep thought.

Confucius had a calm look on his face, as if nothing in the world could cause any waves in his heart.

Bai Feiyu landed not far from them, his eyes full of confusion.

The three of them stood at one end each, forming a triangle, making the atmosphere in the stands even more mysterious.

The breeze blew gently, ruffling the corners of their clothes, but it could not blow away the mysterious atmosphere that permeated the air.

"It's Saint Bai! I'm a little old and may need to take it slow." Dao Wuchen was the first to react and said to Bai Feiyu.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen, and there was a hint of fatigue and helplessness in his eyes.

Then, Dao Wuchen slowly raised his hands, which were trembling slightly. He solemnly arched his hands forward. Although the movement was a little slow, it was full of respect.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint smile, which showed both appreciation for the younger generation and emotion after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

"Senior, you are joking. In this world, seniors are considered to be in their prime, so how can they be considered old?" Bai Feiyu said with a smile and a bow. His smile was like a spring breeze, making people feel warm.

But I was thinking, "What an old fox! What's the purpose of his behavior? Is something going to happen?"

Dao Wuchen also smiled and bowed to Bai Feiyu. As the rulers of the three holy places, although Bai Feiyu is young and his strength is top-notch, he has a surprisingly good brain. Perhaps he could ask Bai Feiyu to think together.

At this time, Dao Wuchen was secretly thinking in his heart, hoping to get some new ideas from Bai Feiyu.

Confucius seemed to have sensed something and looked at Bai Feiyu. His deep eyes sparkled with wisdom, as if he could see through everything in the world.

"Saint Lord Bai, can we two old men go to your house to rest for a while?" Confucius said, stroking his beard.

Bai Feiyu looked at Confucius' sudden request with some confusion, and a hint of doubt arose in his heart.

But when he saw Dao Wuchen didn't say much, he readily agreed. "Since the two seniors don't mind, I would like to invite the two seniors to visit my humble home."

Bai Feiyu bowed and said. His attitude was respectful and sincere, showing his respect for the two seniors.

The sun shone on the three of them, and their figures cast long shadows on the stands.

The breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness and making the mysterious atmosphere even more intense.

The three of them turned and left, walking towards Bai Feiyu's residence. Their figures gradually moved farther and farther away and gradually disappeared in the competition venue.

The sun shone on the empty stands, leaving silence.

The breeze blew gently, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

The seats in the stands that were once so crowded were now empty, as if no one had been there before. The silence enveloped the entire venue, making people feel emotional.

"The star of disaster? At the gathering of heroes?"