Ouyang Qinglin: "..."
Ouyang Qinglin didn't know how he had fainted from anger. When he woke up, he found himself in a simple thatched hut, lying on a hard wooden couch, with no one around.
He looked down at his white robe, which didn't quite suit his style, and frowned. He leaned on the edge of the bed, trying to get up.
The wooden door opened from the outside.
Sunlight shone in.
The winter sun was not as strong. The faint sunlight shone on his face through the door, and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them, a woman's voice reached him.
"You're awake. Do you feel unwell?"
Qiu Ling walked in with a bowl of vegetable porridge.
Seeing Qiu Ling again, Ouyang Qinglin's attitude was no longer so indifferent.
His wounds seemed to have been treated again. There were still traces of fresh red blood on the edges of his dry lips, but this blood did not seem to be his own.
His weak body had undergone a slight change, and the spiritual energy within him was reviving.
As Qiu Ling approached with the clear porridge, Ouyang Qinglin quickly noticed her bandaged wrist as her jade-like hand extended.
"What is this..."
Ouyang Qinglin glanced at the bleeding wound on Qiu Ling's wrist.
"Oh, this... I accidentally injured myself. It's nothing."
Qiu Ling placed the not-too-hot vegetable porridge by the edge of the bed. She sat down, intending to feed Ouyang Qinglin herself.
But... Ouyang Qinglin grabbed the bowl from her hand and slammed it hard against the edge of the wooden couch. The porridge splashed all over him.
The bowl in his hand also shattered into pieces of porcelain.
"What are you doing?"
Qiu Ling exclaimed.
Ouyang Qinglin did not look at her. He held a sharp piece of porcelain in his palm and cut his wrist heavily.
Blood instantly overflowed, trickling down his wrist and dyeing the corner of the quilt red.
"You don't have to treat me like this. This is for you. In the future, if you want this life of mine, you can take it freely. But I have a woman I love, and I am not suitable for you."
With that, he casually threw the piece of porcelain away. Ouyang Qinglin got off the bed and prepared to leave.
The blood on his lips was not his own, and Qiu Ling's wrist was injured. It was clear that she had used her own blood to save his life.
While staying in the cave for a few days, in his dazed state, it seemed someone had pried open his mouth and made him drink something with a strong bloody taste.
At that time, he hadn't thought much about it, and due to his weak body, he hadn't seen clearly who was in front of him.
But now, seeing Qiu Ling's injured wrist, he understood everything.
He was not a great philanthropist, nor did he have a heart of sympathy or pity. He could see through this woman's intentions, which was why he refused so thoroughly.
Qiu Ling's expression changed instantly. She stood there stunned.
She had never imagined that the young master in front of her would speak so directly.
"Young Master... I... I..."
Qiu Ling turned around and looked at Ouyang Qinglin, who was about to step out the door. She hurried after him, "Young Master, it's fine if you have someone you love in your heart. It doesn't affect my liking for you."
Qiu Ling smiled, revealing her small tiger teeth. Seeing that Ouyang Qinglin was ignoring her, she directly reached out and blocked his path.
"Young Master, don't people in the Central Plains have three wives and seven concubines? Ling'er can be your concubine, take care of your daily life, and always stay by your side, alright?"
Qiu Ling looked up and smiled. Her large eyes were like stars, very bright.
But Ouyang Qinglin directly refused: "No!"
Ouyang Qinglin walked around Qiu Ling.
Qiu Ling pouted. She was a person who refused to admit defeat.
She turned around and blocked Ouyang Qinglin again: "Why not? Do you really not like Qiu Ling at all, or do you just dislike her?"
Qiu Ling reached out...
From the first moment she saw him, she had fallen in love with this man.
She had never seen such a beautiful man.
She had also never seen such a man with integrity.
He was the perfect man she wanted to marry, and although she didn't know his name, she knew clearly that she had fallen in love with the man in front of her!
"I don't like you!"
Ouyang Qinglin avoided Qiu Ling's touch.
He had someone he loved in his heart. Although that person did not belong to him, he still couldn't bring himself to care for other women.
"Rustle..."
The wind blew... the surrounding leaves made a slight rustling sound, and the birds on the branches were startled away.
Suddenly, dozens of strangely looking men, holding long swords, attacked from all directions.
At the same moment, Ouyang Qinglin frowned, retreated, and shielded Qiu Ling behind him.
His devilishly charming phoenix eyes swept over the strangely looking men around them.
These people were from Demonic Mountain, and they were accomplices of the people he had killed outside the cave.
They had come after him!
Ouyang Qinglin slightly raised his palm, gathering the spiritual energy within him into his palm, and then...
"Your subordinate greets the Demonic Princess."
Dozens of strangely looking men knelt respectfully towards Qiu Ling.
Ouyang Qinglin's eyes showed a hint of shock. He turned to look at Qiu Ling.
"Princess? Demonic Princess? You are..."
Qiu Ling did not respond. She stepped forward and, instead, shielded Ouyang Qinglin behind her: "I want this person. Go back and tell my father that this princess likes him very much. If my father still wants to kill him, he can kill this princess directly!"
The leader seemed very troubled: "Princess, your subordinate is under the command of the Demonic Emperor to pursue this person, and also under the command of the Demonic Emperor to take you back. Princess, your subordinate is acting under orders, please do not make things difficult for your subordinate."
With that, the dozens of strangely looking men looked at Ouyang Qinglin with fierce gazes.
Qiu Ling was very angry.
Without any demonic power within her, she didn't know how to protect the man she loved.
"Ling'er!"
The sudden exclamation startled Qiu Ling. She looked back.
Ouyang Qinglin suddenly reached out, embraced her, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
"Mmm..."
Qiu Ling's eyes widened in surprise.
The killers surrounding them were all extremely shocked.
After a moment of intimacy, Ouyang Qinglin released her lips, but his hand embracing Qiu Ling did not let go.
"Ling'er, I want to go back to Demonic Mountain with you and see your father to get his consent for you to marry me, okay?"
"What?"
Qiu Ling was stunned.
Ouyang Qinglin's words were too shocking for her, catching her completely off guard.
"What? You don't want to marry me?"
Ouyang Qinglin asked with a smile.
"No, no, no... it's not that. I do, but..."
This was too abnormal. His attitude and tone made Qiu Ling fall into confusion.
"There are no 'buts'. I've thought it through clearly. You saved my life. To repay your kindness, I am willing to give myself to you. Moreover, you are so cute, I like you very much."
Saying this, Ouyang Qinglin embraced Qiu Ling.
The dozens of killers around them, seeing this, dared not act rashly.
"Really?"
As if in a dream, Qiu Ling couldn't believe it.
"Really."
Ouyang Qinglin replied.
But no one noticed that as he lowered his gaze, his phoenix eyes held a hint of calculation.
The Demonic Emperor, his daughter the Demonic Princess—such an intimate relationship could be well utilized.
Why did the Demonic Emperor and Old Man Bai target that silly girl Gu Qianying? What was their true purpose?
And what would they do to that silly girl Qianying next?
Perhaps he could find the answer!
At the same time.
In the Wu Clan tribe, at the residence of the chieftain.
Gu Qianying and the others followed Elder Han...