The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Feng Ling glanced at Mo Lingqiu with her peripheral vision, obviously thinking of what had happened before, biting her lip, not daring to ignore her body so much anymore.

Mo Lingqiu carefully fed her half a bowl of white porridge, and after she finished eating, he let her rest for a while.

Seeing that Feng Ling's face gradually regained some color, he didn't say anything more.

Mo Lingqiu bent down and put on her shoes for her, then took out a plain white cloak from the cabinet and wrapped Feng Ling tightly to make sure there were no flaws.

Mo Lingqiu knew that Feng Ling would not give up. She would definitely want to see with her own eyes the place where Ying Xiaojiu disappeared before she gave up completely.

Therefore, Mo Lingqiu had already prepared all this for her.

He took Feng Ling out and walked towards the place where the truth was hidden.

When Feng Ling actually stood on the edge of the cliff and witnessed the bottomless scene below, her heart suddenly went cold.

Feng Ling stared at the steep cliff with a pale face. The abyss of dozens of feet seemed to have a huge mouth open, waiting to swallow everything.

The terrain was rugged, and if a person with ordinary martial arts skills fell, it would be difficult to survive, not to mention that Xiaojiu was seriously injured.

Once you fall into this abyss, is it possible to survive?

In other words, Ying Xiaojiu's fate seems to be doomed.

Who could fall from such a high cliff and remain unscathed?

What's more, he also received a sword blow.

Feng Ling seemed to have had a premonition of this outcome. She walked forward in disbelief and saw the knife marks on the edge of the cliff and the dried blood on the ground.

He bled so much that the soil turned dark red.

With such injuries, even Feng Ling herself couldn't believe that Ying Xiaojiu could survive...

Tears fell instantly.

If Mo Lingqiu hadn't always paid attention to Feng Ling's expression and rushed over to catch her when she looked wrong, Feng Ling might have fallen off the cliff.

Mo Lingqiu hugged her tightly, the wound on his shoulder was in pain, but he still refused to let go, for fear that Feng Ling would fall into the abyss accidentally.

"Let go, let me go!" Feng Ling struggled, tears blurring her vision, "I want to go find Xiaojiu."

Mo Lingqiu was also extremely angry at this moment. He hugged Feng Ling's waist hard and said in a stern voice,

"Are you crazy? In front of you is Zhaojia Cliff. Do you know how deep the cliff is? If you jump like this, not only will you not be able to save Xiaojiu, but you will also risk your own life! You promised me that you would live well and wait for Xiaojiu. Come back in nine!"

Feng Ling's emotions finally collapsed, and her tears fell like broken beads. She threw herself into Mo Lingqiu's arms and cried heartbreakingly.

"I don't want to live anymore."

Feng Ling burst into tears,

"If Xiaojiu is really gone, what's the point of my life."

Mo Lingqiu hugged her tightly, his voice soft but firm,

"Xiaojiu must be waiting for us somewhere. We can't give up hope. You have to believe that as long as you live, you may see him again."

Mo Lingqiu said nothing more to Feng Ling, but gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.

He understood that Feng Ling needed an outlet to vent. Only by releasing all the pain and depression in her heart could her body and mind truly recover.

Afterwards, Mo Lingqiu took Feng Ling back to the small courtyard.

Mo Lingqiu seemed to have some mysterious ability, and the killers who had been tracking them never appeared again.

Their lives gradually returned to calm.

Under Mo Lingqiu's careful care, Fengling's mental state gradually improved. He never treated Feng Ling in that scary way again. He only occasionally restrained her and wouldn't let her go out, but this was mainly because the outside world was too dangerous.

The people of Hongye Valley are still looking for Feng Ling and want to take her back.

However, Mo Lingqiu's intelligence ability was even better than Ying Xiaojiu's.

He cultivated his own intelligence network in the Killer Building and was able to obtain information faster and more accurately.

After a period of time, Fengling's physical condition improved significantly.

Although she would still cry silently at night looking at the pearl hairpin in her hand, she was no longer immersed in grief all day like before.

Feng Ling's face gradually regained its vitality, and she would occasionally smile at Mo Lingqiu.

This faint smile and no makeup made Feng Ling look more delicate and gentle.

Even if these things don't go well, as long as you take good care of her, your body will one day fully recover, just like that figure Xiao Jiu, one day she will completely disappear deep in her heart.

Mo Lingqiu was convinced of this, especially the next day, when he heard that Fengling decided to cook a dinner for the two of them in order to express her gratitude for this time, his heart was filled with joy. This is an unprecedented feeling.

This made Mo Lingqiu feel that her efforts during this period were worth it. Although it was just out of gratitude, Feng Ling would eventually realize that the only person who would always be by her side, Mo Lingqiu, was him.

When Mo Lingqiu heard the news, he was really relieved, with a smile on his face, and the haze that had been accumulated in his heart disappeared in this moment.

An unprecedented feeling of happiness spread in his chest, making him unable to control the rising corners of his mouth all day long.

Mo Lingqiu was originally worried that her body would not fully recover and she would be overworked if she cooked by herself, so he proposed that he replace her and she would only need to help.

He didn't care if Feng Ling made it himself, all he cared about was her.

However, when Feng Ling handed him a bowl of bone soup with added ingredients, Mo Lingqiu's body suddenly stiffened and felt cold.

His eyes paused for a moment, his eyelashes lowered, and his eyes fell on the bowl of milky white hot soup in front of him.

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She probably still doesn't know how many kinds of poisons and sweat-resistant drugs they, the killers, have gone through since childhood.

Do you want to stun him with this low-quality drug?

Mo Lingqiu unconsciously clenched her fingers under the table, her eyes deep and unpredictable. He didn't understand why she drugged him. Wasn't he good enough for her?

Or was someone threatening her? He was filled with confusion and doubts.

Until this moment, Mo Lingqiu still refused to believe that Fengling really wanted his life and put him to death.

Could it be that her previous smile and those words of gratitude were all fake?

Mo Lingqiu suddenly raised his head and stared at her expressionlessly.

He didn't expose her lies, but just observed silently.

Feng Ling's expression was obviously a little nervous, probably because this was the first time she had done such a thing. Her eyes were evasive, she didn't dare to look at him, and she didn't even notice that her fingertips were burned red.

In the end, Mo Lingqiu couldn't bear it anymore.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared and his brows furrowed. He took the soup bowl directly from her hand,

It was put on the table with a bang.

Then he took her hand and inspected it carefully, and began to blame Feng Ling,

"Are you stupid? Don't you know how to come to me for help? The hot soup just out of the pot can also burn you."