The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Mo Lingqiu whispered to her and unconsciously stroked the red area. Feng Ling retracted her hand unnaturally and pushed the bowl towards him.

"I'm really fine. I'm just a little red. I'll be fine after a while. Well... I made this soup specially for you. You were injured so badly before and you still took care of me. This soup can help You replenish your body and drink it while it's hot."

At the end of the sentence, Feng Ling's voice was hesitant and she didn't even dare to look up at Mo Lingqiu.

Mo Lingqiu stared at her expressionlessly and remained silent for a while before laughing softly, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden? Are you worried that the soup will taste bad and I will dislike your craftsmanship?"

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently subconsciously.

"Yes, yes, it's my first time to cook, so I'm a little worried that you won't like it."

After saying that, Feng Ling unconsciously clenched the hand on her knee.

Seeing her nervous look, Mo Lingqiu suddenly felt ridiculed in her heart, a smile appeared on her lips, and then she said,

"Then you definitely don't have to worry, because as long as it's something Ling Ling personally delivers, even if it's poisoned, I'll drink it all in one gulp."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Lingqiu picked up the bowl on the table and drank heavily.

On the opposite side, Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, and then her movements became a little stiff, and she even accidentally knocked over the chopsticks on the table.

She raised her head and stared straight at Mo Lingqiu, obviously shocked by the person in front of her.

When Mo Lingqiu drank the bowl of soup and placed the empty bowl heavily on the table, his eyes instantly turned cold.

A sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke calmly,

"Are you satisfied? I'm not charmed by you as you expected. I'm afraid you don't know that, as killers, we have already developed resistance to drugs. Next time you want to charm me, remember to use stronger drugs. "

Of course she knew, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen the weakest medicine.

The conversation changed and Mo Lingqiu suddenly said,

"But then again..."

Mo Lingqiu suddenly grabbed Feng Ling, who was so frightened that her face turned pale, and pulled her hard to her eyes, staring at her expressionlessly, her eyes gradually becoming gloomy.

"Do you really hate me so much? You hate me so much that you want to kill me, so you put medicine in the soup to poison me?"

Feng Ling's eyes were filled with tears instantly.

The guilt and stubbornness in his eyes were intertwined.

Then, Feng Ling turned around and wiped away the tears on her cheeks, her eyes even more determined.

"Yes, I put drugs in the soup. I just want to know the truth."

Mo Lingqiu was startled, and his strength suddenly relaxed.

"The truth? What truth do you want to know?"

In fact, he vaguely guessed the truth of what Fei Ling wanted to ask.

But he really didn't expect that she would use this method and actually poison him.

Is Ying Xiaojiu so important in her heart?

Feng Ling's tears fell instantly. She took out the dagger from her arms and pressed it against his chest, becoming more and more excited.

"You lied to me!"

"You clearly said you wanted to bring Xiaojiu back to see me, but why? Why was you the only one who survived that day? But Xiaojiu's body was gone! Mo Lingqiu, tell me the truth. Did you kill him? "

Mo Lingqiu's grip on Feng Ling's wrist suddenly loosened.

He didn't seem to expect that she would say such words, nor did he expect that Feng Ling's dagger was pointed at his heart.

Mo Lingqiu glanced down, and when he looked up again, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely mocking look.

"So in your eyes, I should be the one who died that day, right?"

Feng Ling's lips trembled slightly. She wanted to say that she didn't mean it, but seeing the look in the other person's eyes, she couldn't say those words anyway.

"That's who I am in your eyes, right?" Mo Lingqiu saw the confusion in Feng Ling's eyes, and suddenly sneered, snatched the dagger from her hand with his backhand, put it against his chest, and approached her step by step. ,

"In your eyes, am I this kind of person?"

"Mo Fengling, you actually drew your sword against me, which really chills me. Do you want to kill me so that your little lover can be buried with you?"

Facing Mo Lingqiu's questioning, Feng Ling turned pale and the dagger in her hand trembled slightly. She stammered in reply,

"I, I didn't..."

Looking at Mo Lingqiu's angry eyes, she suddenly felt powerless.

Feng Ling actually had no evidence to prove that Mo Lingqiu killed Xiaojiu, and the drugging was just a test.

But now, facing the emotional Mo Lingqiu, she began to doubt whether she had really done something wrong.

Mo Lingqiu smiled coldly,

"You masters are always self-righteous and never take the feelings of our slaves seriously. In your eyes, only Ying Xiaojiu is sincere, and other people's feelings are not worth mentioning."

He paused, his tone revealing pain and sadness,

"Just because I like you, you trample on my feelings at will. But have you ever thought about what you would be like now if it weren't for me?"

Mo Lingqiu's eyes became sharp,

"You have been captured by those killers a long time ago, and you will be forced to marry the sick Yangzi's only son from the general's family. Do you know what kind of person that sick Yangzi is?"

"The way he plays with women is extremely cruel, and all the worst things you can imagine will happen to you!"

"You know what? As long as I can send you back safely, the Valley Master will no longer be angry because of my negligence."

"I betrayed Killer House and Valley Master for you two, but your reaction really chills me."

Hearing these words, Feng Ling's face instantly turned pale.

I thought of everything Mo Ling did during this time: accompanying her every day, making her happy, catching small animals for her, telling her interesting things happening nearby, and even cooking delicious food for her.

He was really, really good to her, too good for her to ignore.

Mo Lingqiu stared at Feng Ling closely, knowing that he must eliminate all her doubts:

"Do you want to kill me and bury me with your sweetheart?"

Mo Lingqiu held her hand firmly and stabbed the dagger into her chest.

The blood stained his clothes red, and his face turned pale, but he still stared at Feng Ling.

"Then kill me!"

Mo Lingqiu said firmly, without flinching in his eyes.

Feng Ling was frightened.

She let go of her hand and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Tears also came out instantly.

Feng Ling tightly covered the wound on Mo Lingqiu's chest, shook her head, and cried uncontrollably, her voice full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. I never meant to hurt you..."

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you..."

Feng Ling covered Mo Lingqiu's wound. There was thick blood between her fingers. The mist in her eyes became thicker.

"I'm sorry, I was really wrong. I shouldn't have vented all my grievances about Xiaojiu's disappearance on you..."

"I'm just...too worried..."