My Demon Queen

Chapter 313 Final 11

Three days passed in a flash like a meteor across the sky. The day of the Heroes Conference Finals finally arrived amid everyone's eager anticipation.

In that venue that resembled a bird's nest, there were crowds of people and the noise was endless.

Spectators gathered here from all corners of the world, filling the stands to the brim. Those contestants who failed to make it to the finals were also mixed in the crowd.

Some people showed disdain on their faces; their slightly upturned mouth corners and furrowed brows revealed their inner dissatisfaction.

They crossed their arms over their chests, their eyes revealing a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness, as if to say, "Humph, if it weren't for my bad luck, I would have been one of those prodigies."

They shook their heads from time to time and cast slightly jealous glances at the contestants who were about to enter the finals.

Some people's eyes are full of eagerness, anticipation and excitement.

They looked around anxiously in the crowd, their eyes as bright as torches.

Their hands were tightly clasped together, and their bodies were slightly leaning forward, as if they were ready to cheer for their favorite genius at any time.

Their faces were flushed with excitement and their hearts were pounding, as if as long as they saw that familiar figure, the fire in their hearts would be instantly ignited, making them burst into frenzy of cheering.

The remaining disciples from the major holy places and sects were so excited that they could hardly control themselves.

They stood straight like tall green pines, their eyes fixed on the entrance of the venue, their gazes full of reverence and expectation.

Their faces were filled with pride and honor, as if their representatives were the focus of the audience and the symbol of glory.

Their hands were trembling slightly, and they prayed silently in their hearts that their senior brothers and sisters would be able to make a grand appearance and show their invincible demeanor.

Sometimes they bit their lips nervously, and sometimes they whispered excitedly to each other, discussing their representatives' chances of winning.

The whole venue was filled with a tense and heated atmosphere. Everyone was waiting for the final to begin, looking forward to a thrilling showdown.

Inside the inn, the atmosphere was solemn yet filled with a different kind of emotion.

Ye An stood there and said to Mo Qingcheng, "Wife, we are leaving now. You can stay with Mo Ruxue."

Behind him, Wuyou and Susu stood quietly.

As soon as Ye An said this, Wuyou was visibly stunned. The name Mo Ruxue was like a stone thrown into the lake of his heart, causing ripples.

In the round of 16, he had witnessed with his own eyes the peerless grace of the Demon Queen, and that shocking scene is still deeply engraved in his mind.

Therefore, this name is too familiar to him.

However, at this time Ye An casually let his wife go to be with the Demon Queen. For a moment, a bold possibility emerged in Wuyou's mind.

From the beginning to the end, the demon clan has had two empresses, who look identical, inseparable, and whose strength is unrivaled in the world.

If Ye An said so, doesn’t it mean that Ye An’s wife is one of the empresses of the demon clan?

Wuyou's eyes were filled with shock and confusion, and he slowly turned his gaze towards Mo Qingcheng.

Mo Qingcheng no longer pretended. She gently brushed her cheek with her green sleeve, and a beautiful and indifferent face appeared in front of Wuyou and Susu.

Because Su Su knew too little about the demons, she was shocked when she saw Ye An's wife's face suddenly change. This face was so breathtakingly beautiful that it was enough to make other women pale in comparison.

For a moment, Su Su stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, her face full of disbelief.

When the nine-tailed fox in Susu's body saw Mo Qingcheng's face, an expression of "as expected" appeared on its face.

Mo Qingcheng ignored Wuyou and Susu's shocked looks, and instead fixed her eyes on Ye An.

She looked at Ye An and said slowly, "Don't try to be brave. If you feel that you can't do it, call me anytime."

Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng. She said this in a calm tone, but her red eyes were full of worry.

Ye An smiled, that smile was full of confidence and calmness, "Don't worry, your husband is very lucky."

Mo Qingcheng didn't care about Ye An's joke at all. Her beautiful red eyes stared at Ye An without blinking, her eyes full of attachment and worry.

Those eyes as bright as rubies seemed to contain endless affection and concern.

Ye An was slightly dazed by this burning gaze, with thousands of thoughts surging in his mind.

This seemed to be the first time that their separation was not due to misunderstanding or disagreement, but for a longer-term future.

Ye An's eyes gradually softened, and he walked forward slowly and firmly.

Every step he took seemed to carry a tremendous amount of force, and every step spoke of his inner reluctance and determination.

He gently stretched out his hands and slowly hugged Mo Qingcheng.

His movements were gentle yet powerful, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Ye An gently leaned his head against Mo Qingcheng's ear and whispered, "In this life, in this body, I will never let you down."

Although his voice was soft, it echoed in the air like a vow, lingering for a long time.

After saying that, Ye An slowly let go of Mo Qingcheng. A hint of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he was ready to face all challenges.

He turned around, put one hand on Wuyou's shoulder, and waved his other hand at Mo Qingcheng. He had a smile on his face.

Then, he turned around resolutely and strode out of the inn with Wuyou.

Mo Qingcheng stood quietly there, her eyes closely following Ye An's back.

For the first time, undisguised reluctance appeared on that originally indifferent face.

She pursed her lips slightly, and the attachment in her eyes was like strands of silk, tightly entwining the figure that was gradually moving away.

The heart that had always been as cold as ice was now like the warm spring sun melting the ice and snow.

Strands of warmth spread from the bottom of her heart, making her feel a softness she had never felt before.

Her fingers moved slightly, as if she wanted to reach out and grab the person who was about to disappear from her sight, but in the end, she just stood there quietly, watching Ye An's back gradually go away and disappear at the door of the inn.

After a moment, Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently, as if she was suppressing the surging emotions in her heart.

Immediately, she suddenly opened her eyes, and a sharp light burst out from her beautiful red eyes.

The aura around him rose steadily like a surging wave, and a powerful aura spread instantly.

The spiritual sea that had been dried up in the body now began to surge like a raging river.

Spiritual energy flowed through her body, making a faint roaring sound.

"Not enough, not enough... I am Mo Qingcheng, I am the Queen of the Demon Clan. If anyone dares to touch my husband, I will slaughter his entire family."