My Demon Queen

Chapter 218 Leaving

At this moment, Mu Wushuang was completely immersed in Ye An's figure, unable to extricate herself.

She stared at Ye An with her eyes full of admiration and obsession.

Ye An's amazing sword and two punches are enough to make him the top powerhouse in this vast world.

What moved her even more was Ye An's last words full of concern: "When you don't have a sword, you can keep this set of boxing as a trump card."

Mu Wushuang murmured in her heart: "You have taken all of this into consideration. Are you worried about me?"

She nodded slightly, her hands unconsciously tugging at the corners of her clothes.

Mo Qingcheng stared at Ye An and found that this man always brought her endless surprises.

Her red eyes stared at Ye An, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she said: "You really surprised me, but if you just give it to her like this, will she understand?"

Ye An looked at Mu Wushuang, smiled faintly, and said in a gentle voice: "You must practice more. This is all I can give you, so don't forget, when you become the world's number one female swordsman, I will spar with you." He put his hands behind his back, his posture upright.

Mu Wushuang listened to Ye An's words, her eyes fixed on him. For some reason, she felt that Ye An's words were like a farewell. She subconsciously clenched the sword in her hand, her knuckles turning white from the force, but when she thought of Mo Qingcheng beside her, she loosened her grip powerlessly, as if she had finally made up her mind after a fierce inner struggle, and said to Ye An, "Ye An, can you call me by my name once?"

Ye An was stunned when he heard this, and his face was full of confusion. He really didn't understand why she would make such a request. He scratched his head and frowned slightly.

Mo Qingcheng, who was also a woman, looked at Mu Wushuang's slightly frail back, but she knew very well why Mu Wushuang was like this. She sighed softly and shook her head.

"I'll wait for you outside." Mo Qingcheng said to Ye An, then stood up and left the courtyard. A breeze blew past, blowing up her skirt.

When Mu Wushuang heard Mo Qingcheng's words, her body trembled slightly, her lips slightly opened, and she said silently, "Thank you."

Ye An looked at himself and Mu Wushuang, who were the only ones left in the courtyard. He sighed helplessly in his heart, and then tried hard to put on a smile as warm as the spring breeze.

The flowers in the courtyard swayed gently in the breeze, as if adding a touch of softness to the atmosphere.

"Mu Wushuang, I may not be able to pay back what I owe you."

Mu Wushuang's eyes moistened instantly when she heard this. Her already haggard face now revealed an endless sadness. She shook her head feebly, her voice choking with sobs. Her shoulders shrugged slightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I don't want you to pay me back. I never thought of asking you to pay me back..."

Mu Wushuang sobbed as she spoke, her body leaning forward slightly, as if she couldn't bear the burden.

The smile on Ye An's face slowly faded, and he looked at Mu Wushuang with a complicated expression. He didn't know why he could successfully persuade Xiao Rou, but he was always powerless in front of Mu Wushuang. He lowered his hands helplessly, his eyes full of entanglement.

"Ye An, meeting you and knowing you once in this life is enough. These two punches and one sword are great benefits for me. After many years, we may not meet again. If we meet in the future, I hope you... I hope you..."

Mu Wushuang said to Ye An with a bitter smile, but the more she spoke, the more obvious her sobs became. She didn't understand why her heart was in so much pain. She covered her chest with both hands and frowned.

Ye An looked at Mu Wushuang, who was choking with sobs and could hardly control herself, and felt a little distressed. Such a pure and silly girl made him understand more clearly why many authors would feel moved when the protagonists of time-travel novels met such girls.

Their love is too pure, like a clear stream. When they meet a special person, they may fall in love at first sight and be deeply involved in that love, unable to extricate themselves.

"Wushuang, please allow me to call you that just once. It is my honor to meet you. In the future, please do not be stubborn and obstinate. If we meet again, I hope you are well."

Ye An smiled gently and said to Mu Wushuang, then slowly stepped forward and took the sword from Mu Wushuang's hand. His steps were steady and firm.

"Both sides of the sword are sharp. They can hurt others, but they can also hurt yourself. Don't hurt yourself."

Ye An spoke softly as he quietly cast an ingenious formation on the sword.

After saying that, he inserted the sword into the scabbard and gently handed it to Mu Wushuang.

Mu Wushuang looked at Ye An, and the strange feeling in her heart became stronger. She didn't say anything more, and then suddenly hugged Ye An. She closed her eyes tightly, and her tears soaked Ye An's clothes.

"I hope you are well."

After saying that, she let go of Ye An, turned around and flew out, her clothes fluttering in the wind, leaving Ye An, who hadn't yet fully reacted, staring blankly at Mu Wushuang's departing back, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

The leaves rustled, as if they were also sad about the separation.

"If you can't see enough, you can catch up."

As a cold voice suddenly sounded, Ye An came back to his senses in an instant, staring blankly at Mo Qingcheng standing at the door. His mouth slightly opened, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"Didn't she go out? When did she stand there?" Ye An wondered in his heart.

"How can that be possible? My wife is still waiting for me."

Ye An immediately put on a flattering smile, hurried forward, and carefully helped Mo Qingcheng back to the stone table. He moved carefully, fearing that he would anger Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng just snorted lightly, but let Ye An do what he wanted.

What Ye An didn't know was that Mo Qingcheng couldn't help but turn back after she left for a while. She just happened to see Mu Wushuang hugging Ye An, saying something, and then turning around and leaving without hesitation.

She did not mention this because she knew that Mu Wushuang once risked her life to save Ye An. She knew very well that Ye An just wanted to repay Mu Wushuang's kindness, and she also understood that this kindness could not be repaid, so she chose to keep silent.

"Madam, have you decided on your next stop? Where do you want to go?"

Ye An asked with a smile while gently rubbing Mo Qingcheng's shoulders. His eyes were full of expectation and flattery.

Ye An was also very nervous, fearing that Mo Qingcheng would suddenly ask about what happened just now, and also afraid that she had seen that scene, so he could only ask in a flattering manner.

Mo Qingcheng glanced at Ye An and instantly saw through his little thoughts, but she did not expose him. She just shook her head, because she didn't know where to go next.

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng's confused expression and decided to think about it seriously.

"This is the territory of Yaoguang Fairyland. Why not just take a tour of the three holy places? There's nothing to do anyway."

"My lady, if you don't mind, how about we go to the territory of the Holy Land of Martial Arts?"

Mo Qingcheng looked at Ye An and immediately understood what he was thinking. She nodded and said, "All is fine." She raised her head slightly, a hint of tenderness flashing in her eyes.

Mu Wushuang was speeding along, tears streaming down her fair cheeks like a dam bursting. The longing in her eyes became more and more intense, as if it could turn into substance.

It was not until she returned to her familiar residence that she came back to her senses from her trance.

"No frost?"

Princess Changle was sitting upright on a stone bench, looking at Mu Wushuang with a worried look on her face, as she was in a daze after returning.

Ever since she left that small courtyard, Princess Changle has been worried about Mu Wushuang, so she simply came to Mu Wushuang's residence and waited for her quietly.

However, what she never expected was to see Mu Wushuang's face full of tears and her eyes were empty and lifeless, as if her soul had been taken away.

"Third Senior Sister... I... can't forget." Mu Wushuang slowly turned her head and looked at Princess Changle. Her voice was choked with sobs, and every word was filled with endless pain.

Princess Changle looked at Mu Wushuang with deep affection and gently stretched out her hands to hold her in her arms.

Although she didn't know what happened after Mu Wushuang left, seeing her sad expression, she probably guessed in her heart that Ye An and the others might be about to leave.

"Third Senior Sister, don't tell anyone that you have seen them, okay?" Mu Wushuang lay in Princess Changle's arms and whispered in an almost pleading tone.

Princess Changle's heart ached suddenly, and she sighed inwardly: "This silly girl is in such a state, but she is still thinking about him. He... that's all."

"Senior Sister promises you, but you also promise me that you won't torture yourself like this anymore, okay?" Princess Changle gently patted Mu Wushuang's back and consoled her softly.

"Senior Sister? What are you talking about? I don't understand?" Mu Wushuang broke free from Princess Changle's arms and looked at her with confusion in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Princess Changle looked at Mu Wushuang's eyes, which were trying hard to suppress the longing and throbbing that were about to burst out, and sighed deeply with helplessness. Then she said no more and turned to leave the courtyard.

Princess Changle knew very well that Mu Wushuang was forcing herself to forget all her feelings for Ye An, however, doing so would ultimately backfire.

Mu Wushuang looked at Princess Changle's departing back. The emotions that she had been suppressing burst out completely at this moment. Her whole body was shaking weakly, like a small boat in a strong wind that could be overturned at any time.

After a moment, Mu Wushuang tried hard to stabilize his body, resolutely drew out his sword, and began to practice Tai Chi sword over and over again.

After practicing Tai Chi sword, it is time to practice Tai Chi, and then Bajiquan.

Mu Wushuang practiced Bajiquan most seriously and spent the longest time on it. Every move and every posture of hers seemed to be venting the depression and pain in her heart.

The spiritual energy around her was also infected, and following Mu Wushuang's movements, it gushed out like a surging wave, with astonishing power.

It was precisely this kind of tireless and hard practice that saved Mu Wushuang from danger many times when she traveled alone in the future. However, that is a story for later.

Over the past few months, Mu Wushuang's emotions gradually calmed down, his aura became more steady, and his strength even showed signs of being about to break through the fusion stage.

"Third Senior Sister, I'm going to travel."