The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Mo Lingqiu heard the sound of clothes rubbing behind her, and she felt angry for no reason.

Feng Ling cried and struggled while taking off her clothes, with a look of reluctance on her face, as if she was forced by him.

Although this is true, putting on clothes is as fast as having eight hands.

If I had known this, why bother to confront him? This is obviously asking for trouble.

After a while, the sound of the rubbing clothes behind him finally stopped.

Mo Lingqiu heard a subtle and anxious voice saying:

"I'm ready."

Mo Lingqiu sneered in his heart.

He put away any expression on his face, turned around, and stared at Feng Ling with foggy eyes.

The corners of Feng Ling's eyes were slightly red, because she had just cried, and there were still tear stains on both sides of her cheeks.

The lip color is a little dull, the skin is snow-white, and the black hair is messy and scattered on the shoulders.

The neckline is still a little messy, vaguely revealing the fair and soft skin underneath.

Mo Lingqiu subconsciously walked towards her, but Feng Ling's expression changed slightly and she quickly took a step back.

This action instantly made Mo Lingqiu's face turn cold and made him even more angry.

He grabbed Feng Ling's wrist, pulled her into his arms forcefully, and asked:

"Why are you hiding? Aren't you very good at taking off your clothes? Is there any part of your body that I haven't seen? Will you die if you let me hug you after you see it?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling's eyes immediately became moist, and tears rolled in her eyes.

She looked at Mo Lingqiu, biting her lower lip, wanting to refuse but not daring to speak out.

In the end, Feng Ling had no choice but to put down the hands that had tried to resist.

"I'm sorry...I really didn't mean to..."

Seeing Feng Ling showing such a weak and helpless expression again, the anger in Mo Lingqiu's heart disappeared instantly.

He seemed to feel that he had the power to crush her completely.

Mo Lingqiu's heart was filled with confusion.

How did this young lady who used to be smart and smart become so docile and obedient now?

When had she become so easily manipulated by him?

Why couldn't she listen to him more?

Why did she elope with Ying Xiaojiu?

Doesn't she know how dangerous this is?

Mo Lingqiu tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart, and his knuckles turned slightly white from the exertion.

He found that as long as he was with Feng Ling, no matter what he did, he would be angry.

It is always you who is angry, not her. This was clearly a pain he had brought upon himself.

"Your pace is too slow. I'm worried that you alone won't be able to get out of this remote village before dark. It would be faster to walk with you in my arms."

Mo Lingqiu paused and saw Feng Ling tightening her lips and lowering her eyes, not daring to refute, and her heart softened involuntarily.

So, he added:

"Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking. I'll never force you if I say I'm not interested. You don't have to worry."

At this time, Feng Ling regained some of her energy.

She raised her head tremblingly, glanced at Mo Lingqiu secretly, and then quickly lowered her head when he looked over.

Feng Ling tried her best to stay calm, as if nothing had happened, for fear of attracting Mo Lingqiu's attention. The long eyelashes cover the emotion in the eyes.

Mo Lingqiu looked at her and realized that Feng Ling was really frightened this time.

Every move she made revealed her inner anxiety.

So, he decided to place her in a remote courtyard first. When Mo Lingqiu left with Feng Ling, his original promise to take her to find Ying Xiaojiu changed his mind halfway.

Feng Ling felt increasingly uneasy, but she didn't dare to show it at all.

Feng Ling grabbed Mo Lingqiu's sleeve tightly and asked softly:

"Where is this place? Why are you taking me here? Aren't we...going to find Xiao Jiu?"

Feng Ling's voice became lower and lower, and finally was almost inaudible.

His eyes became fragile, and he could only look at Mo Lingqiu pitifully.

Mo Lingqiu coldly shook off Feng Ling's hand that was holding him tightly, without showing any anger, just explaining coldly,

"Do you think you can get away from me by running far away? I can find it, and so can other killers.

If you don't want Xiaojiu to find you when he comes back, just stay here. "

After hearing this, Feng Ling pursed her lips, still feeling a little uneasy.

Mo Lingqiu seemed to see through her heart and asked sarcastically,

"What exactly do you think I'm going to do?"

Mo Lingqiu looked around Feng Ling, and her deep pupils reflected the blush on her cheeks at the moment.

He looked at her mercilessly, and then scolded her with a hint of disgust,

"What can I do if I take you with me? Apart from crying, you don't know any martial arts. Going there will only distract Xiaojiu!"

"What's more, the killers in the killer building are not people like me who like to flirt with women and care about women."

"They don't care what kind of fourth lady you are. If they can't take you back alive, they will just take your body back."

"Are you sure you want to cause trouble with me?"

Feng Ling didn't expect it to be like this. After hearing these words, she understood Mo Lingqiu's difficulties.

She bit her lip, raised her eyes, and met his gaze uneasily. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered,

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you..."

Feng Ling's voice was as thin as a mosquito, almost inaudible, and the hands shrunk in the cuffs subconsciously clenched their knuckles.

Seeing her timid look, Mo Lingqiu snorted coldly, unwilling to argue with others anymore, and turned around to leave.

However, those slender and soft fingers unconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, like a bird that had just broken out of its shell.

Carefully explore the outside world, and then meekly say,

"Thanks……"

Mo Lingqiu's eyes fell on that hand. After a moment of silence, he raised his head again to meet those mist-filled eyes.

Suddenly I felt a helpless emotion welling up in my heart.

After taking a deep breath, Mo Lingqiu gently stroked Feng Ling's cheek and comforted,

"Master, if you really want to thank me, don't do anything willful in the future."

He continued,

"Also, be kind to your subordinates in the future. It's best to keep it at the forefront of your mind. Although I have offended you before, let the past be in the past."

Feng Ling nodded quietly, her eyes a little uneasy, but she quickly regained her composure.

She knew that Mo Lingqiu's instructions were for her safety, so she silently accepted his arrangement.

Looking at Mo Lingqiu's leaving figure, she silently prayed in her heart that he could bring that person back safely.

At the same time, Ying Xiaojiu is experiencing a life and death struggle.

Although he has extraordinary skills, he gradually feels powerless in the face of many enemies.

There were more and more wounds on his body, the bleeding continued, and the hand holding the sword began to tremble.

However, Ying Xiaojiu knew that she could not give up. Lingling was waiting for him to go back and they still had a bright future.

So, he firmly raised his sword and charged towards the remaining enemies.