Yun Qishen

Chapter 2289 Return of Consciousness
"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense!"

Mo Langqin turned his back, his ears still burning red, and his tone became impatient.

"Haha." The man with the afro leaned against the doorframe and laughed smugly. "I know you very well, or rather, I know myself very well~"

"Stop talking and get out! All of you, get out of here!"

"Mo Langqin, do you really like this?" Despite Mo Langqin's reprimand and attempts to shoo her away, Bai Ying didn't move. Instead, she moved even closer to him, gently touching his shoulder. "Do you like me touching you like this?"

"I……"

Mo Langqin's ears felt like they were on fire, hot and itchy.

"I hope I can hold your hand like this forever. I promise I'll always be with you! And you'll always be with me, right?"

Bai Ying's voice carried a bewitching charm, unlike Yan Cang's childlike innocence. Mo Langqin covered his chest with one hand, feeling something strange there. The fire on his ears seemed to flow through his blood, all gathering at his chest.

It's hot and humid, itchy, and I can't release the urge to irritate.

"Is it right?"

Bai Ying's relentless questioning made Mo Langqin tense all over; he desperately needed to escape this torment.

"Whatever." After saying that, Mo Langqin used her elbow to push Bai Ying's body away and dodged to the other side.

Mo Langqin's rejection this time did not make Bai Ying feel sad; on the contrary, it warmed her heart.

The man with the afro leaned over, observing the atmosphere between Bai Ying and Mo Langqin. He deliberately nudged Mo Langqin, saying, "I told you, I know you perfectly well. You like this kind of thing, you like love that barges in~"

Mo Langqin gritted his teeth, grabbed the man with the afro by the collar, and roared, "Disappear from here!!!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly? My ears are hurting." The man with the afro wasn't obviously annoyed; instead, he curled his lip in disdain. "You think you can just disappear like that? Does that mean I have no say in anything? I'm not leaving. I'm just going to stay here and annoy you! Hey~ that's what makes it fun!"

Just as Mo Langqin was about to throw a punch at the man with the afro, Bai Ying grabbed his arm and looked at him with Yan Cang's watery eyes, "Mo Langqin... come back with me."

Mo Langqin turned to look at Bai Ying, taking a deep breath to calm himself down completely. Then he shook off Bai Ying and let go of the afro.

"If I say I won't leave here, do you still want to stay with me forever?"

He was confirming, confirming Bai Ying's importance to him. This question wasn't just directed at Bai Ying, but also at himself.

"I'll stay with you."

It was clearly the simplest answer, but in Mo Langqin's heart, those words carried absolute weight.

"Don't get too excited yet. Let me remind you, this is ultimately your and my sea of ​​memories. As a ghost beast consciousness, she is, after all, an external consciousness, and will be erased by our bodies." The man with the afro crossed his arms over his chest. "So it's best not to keep bringing up the word 'forever,' because nothing lasts forever. If you really care about her, it's best to leave here with her."

After hearing what the man with the afro said, Mo Langqin's eyes, which had just been shining, instantly dimmed and became gloomy again.

"You should leave. I don't want to hurt anyone or anything close to me anymore. Bai Ying, you are free now. You can go wherever you want. Why stay and suffer with me?"

"You just promised me that you would always be with me! So I'm going to stay with you, even if I disappear, I'll stay!"

"A white shadow!"

"Mo Langqin! Come back with me, okay? I don't want your body to become like that! It's nice and quiet here, but the one outside isn't you at all!" Bai Ying grabbed Mo Langqin's hand again. This time, no matter how hard Mo Langqin tried to shake her off, she held on tightly and wouldn't let go. "Come back with me..." Mo Langqin visibly panicked. He stared at Bai Ying's face, lost his balance, and fell to the ground. Bai Ying still held him, covering him with her entire body. In the blink of an eye, a red color rose from Mo Langqin's neck to his ears.

"Your face is as red as a big Fuji apple!" the man with the afro teased from the side. "Oh dear, it's turned into a white, raw melon egg all of a sudden!"

"You!" Mo Langqin glared angrily at the man with the afro, as if this would allow him to escape his feelings for Bai Ying at this moment. He felt that he shouldn't have these feelings, which were neither like concern nor kinship.

"What's wrong with me? I'm just stating the facts." The man with the afro pulled a mirror from his pocket and pointed it at Mo Langqin. "I happen to have a mirror here. Look, you're almost turning into a purple eggplant, you're completely ripe!"

Mo Langqin's gaze was fixed on the mirror. Just as the man with the afro had said, he was indeed bright red. His skin was already pale, and any trace of color was particularly noticeable. He didn't look like himself at all now; he was so red that it looked as if he had been stained with blood.

As time passed and the turmoil in Mo Langqin's heart subsided, he finally agreed to go back with Bai Ying.

"Then don't waste time here. You can still make it back now." The man with the afro sat down in the spot where Mo Langqin had been carving the wooden sculptures of his parents. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Oh, right."

"Do you have anything else to say?" Mo Langqin frowned as he looked at the man with the afro.

"It's not about you, Bai Ying, come here." The man with the afro ignored Mo Langqin and instead beckoned to Bai Ying.

"what's up?"

"Come closer."

"Ok?"

Just as Bai Ying stood in front of the man with the afro, the man with the afro raised his hand and gently tapped Bai Ying's forehead.

"All right."

The man with the afro moved naturally, and Mo Langqin didn't notice anything unusual. Bai Ying simply stood there, stunned, without showing any obvious discomfort.

"Don't forget what we agreed on before. See you later, Mo Langqin..."

After finishing his sentence, the man with the afro gave Mo Langqin a slight smile and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mo Langqin walked over and patted Bai Ying on the shoulder. Seeing that she had come back to her senses, he asked with concern, "Bai Ying, are you alright?"

"Hmm..." Bai Ying blinked, seemingly having forgotten something, but it probably wasn't anything important. She took Mo Langqin's hand, a warm smile appearing on her face, "Let's go back."

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"Mo Langqin!"

Bai Ying was the first to wake up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she grabbed Mo Langqin's shoulders and shook him, as if afraid that Mo Langqin had not completely chosen to come back.

"I'm awake, you don't need to shake me anymore..." After Mo Langqin's consciousness returned to his body, he already felt dizzy, and being shaken so vigorously by Bai Ying made him feel even more dizzy.

Seeing that Bai Ying and Mo Langqin had returned safely, Mo Li, who was guarding the bedside, finally felt relieved. He gently withdrew all the ghost power used to set up the formation.

"Lang Qin, it's good to see you back." Mo Li's expression was calm, but those who knew him could sense his joy at that moment.

"Seventh Brother Mo!" Mo Ruo, an impatient person, hugged Mo Langqin the moment the white figure stopped shaking him.

Mo Langqin could have caught his breath, but now he didn't even have a chance to catch his breath. Mo Ruo's strength was too great; he almost suffocated. Was it really necessary to use so much force for just a hug?