My Demon Queen

Chapter 176 Build a Small Courtyard

"Why don't you just use your strength and flick me to death?"

Ye An wanted to cry but had no tears. He cried at the top of his voice, looking so aggrieved.

"Oh? Then I can help you."

Mo Qingcheng spoke coldly, staring at Ye An through the veil with icy eyes.

When Ye An heard this, he immediately sat up as if he was bounced by a spring, holding the big red envelope on his head and shaking his head like a rattle.

"It's not necessary, it's not necessary."

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An's funny appearance and couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly. There was a little more smile in her eyes, and her mood seemed to be much better, but Ye An couldn't see it because of the veil.

"Ye An, tell me what kind of life you want to live most now."

Mo Qingcheng's eyes returned to calm, she looked at Ye An indifferently and asked slowly.

The current Ye An is different from the previous Ye An. Instead of waiting for Ye An to recover his memory on his own, it is better to hear from the current Ye An whether there are any similarities with the previous Ye An.

When Ye An heard this, he touched his chin with a red and swollen bump on his face, looking thoughtful, then raised his eyes and glanced at Mo Qingcheng.

"You still said that I am not yours..."

"Ahem, well, let me think about it. Let me think about it. Put your hand down first."

The moment Mo Qingcheng raised her hand, Ye An quickly put away his frivolous look, lowered his head and began to think seriously.

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An in front of her, and for some reason, she felt particularly relaxed at the moment, and had an unprecedented feeling of pleasure.

Mo Qingcheng stood with his hands behind his back, his posture like a straight green bamboo, his eyes as calm as water, quietly fixed on the sturdy tree behind Ye An.

Memories of the past quietly emerged in her heart. At that time, she often hung Ye An on a big tree in the yard as a temporary amusement.

Mo Qingcheng's expression under the veil was still as indifferent as frost and snow, but a barely perceptible softness flashed in her deep eyes.

She looked at the big tree quietly, her thoughts immersed in the story that Ye An had once told her vividly.

"O great tree of misery,

Did you hear that?

I would like to use every bit of memory of our acquaintance and friendship.

And all my magic power,

It's our turn. See you in the next life."

Mo Qingcheng whispered softly to the big tree, her voice was cold and calm, like a flowing spring in the mountains.

Reciting this oath from Ye An's story, her heart seemed to be gently brushed by a soft feather, and the image of Ye An smiling or angry flashed through her mind.

Ye An also heard what Mo Qingcheng said. His brows were furrowed, his eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, and he tried hard to search for familiar traces in the abyss of memory.

Those scattered images flashed through my mind like twinkling meteors, but I could not catch them.

Mo Qingcheng unconsciously reached out her hand to cover her chest. The strange feeling at that moment startled her for a moment. A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, but soon, she returned to her usual calmness.

As a strong person who has reached the half-step ascending realm, almost no one in this world can hurt her in the slightest. However, she felt so strange because of this simple sentence and this person. Although Mo Qingcheng was puzzled, she did not dwell on it for long.

Ye An stared blankly at the big tree in front of him, his eyes blurred and vague. There seemed to be a fog in his mind, always covering the looming courtyard.

In the small courtyard, there is a big tree with lush branches and leaves, and its broad crown is like a giant umbrella.

There has been a green figure sitting under the tree.

Ye An tried desperately to see clearly, but the harder he tried, the blurrier the figure became, like the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror.

He shook his head irritably, a look of helplessness and distress, then turned to look at Mo Qingcheng, who was now wearing a purple dress.

The slender, round and half-exposed thighs and the slender figure appear even more perfect and charming under the outline of the purple dress, just like a mysterious violet blooming in the dark night.

But he always felt that this figure did not match the cold and lonely green figure in his memory. The green figure seemed to be out of this world, while Mo Qingcheng was lonely and cold, like an unattainable snow lotus on an iceberg.

“Mo Qingcheng, I wonder if you don’t have a destination, can I build a small courtyard here?”

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng, his eyes full of cautious expectation, and asked with a slightly trembling voice.

When Mo Qingcheng heard Ye An's words, she tilted her head slightly, her movements were gentle, and her veil was lifted gently like a thin layer of smoke.

Ye An's eyes widened instantly, and he clearly saw the hint of surprise in her eyes which were as calm as a lake.

He himself seemed to be struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, his mouth slightly open, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

From the moment she met Mo Qingcheng, she always looked indifferent and cold, as if she kept people at a distance. This subtle change in her mood at this moment made Ye An feel extremely surprised.

Mo Qingcheng was indeed a little surprised, because Ye An mentioned building a small courtyard, which meant that in the depths of his subconscious, the small courtyard of the Empress's Palace had always remained.

That small courtyard carries too many of their shared memories, including laughter, quarrels, warmth and sadness.

As the veil slowly fell, covering Mo Qingcheng's beautiful face again, her expression instantly returned to its former indifference.

A hint of complex emotions flashed across her eyes imperceptibly, and she sighed in her heart: He has forgotten everything, but he has not forgotten this small courtyard.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng who was looking at him quietly through the veil. He scratched his head awkwardly, looking nervous, with beads of sweat on his forehead. He said

"Um...Is it not possible? If not..."

"I told you, do whatever you want, I'll take care of everything. This statement applies at any time and in any situation."

Mo Qingcheng's cold voice came, like the cold wind in the cold night, interrupting Ye An's words without hesitation.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng in disbelief, his eyes as big as copper bells and his face full of disbelief.

I thought she was just joking at first, but I didn't expect her to be so serious.

Then Ye An was as happy as a child who got his most favorite toy. A smile as bright as the sun bloomed on his face, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he spoke to Mo Qingcheng with gestures of his hands and feet.

"Well, that's what you said. I definitely can't do it alone. You should come and help me. Let's build a small courtyard ourselves. It's a small courtyard that belongs to us alone. No one is allowed to be lazy!"

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An who was so happy that he forgot himself, hummed softly, and like a proud cold rose, she raised her head slightly, walked lightly towards the big tree, and slowly sat cross-legged, elegant and cold.