Yun Qishen

Chapter 2295 Confirmation of Love
"You really have a good older brother, little sister."

A young woman sitting next to Bai Ying, helping Aunt Pei pick vegetables, smiled at Mo Langqin.

“He’s not my brother.” Bai Ying sat on a small wooden stool to the side, her elbows resting on her thighs and her hands supporting her chin. She was also looking in Mo Langqin’s direction, watching him work hard to plan the wood.

“It’s my husband!” Bai Ying emphasized.

The young girl just laughed, completely ignoring Bai Ying's words. After all, Bai Ying's body was that of a child of about ten years old, and no one would take a child's words seriously.

Bai Ying didn't like the girl's reaction. Or rather, none of the residents in the neighborhood took her words seriously, which made her uneasy.

To avoid being discovered by the Mo family, Mo Langqin deliberately concealed his ghostly power and used his physical strength to do chores. With less ghostly power to consume, his strength increased considerably. Compared to children his age, he was stronger, but not to an absurd degree.

"He's quite strong for his age, and he's also reliable and hardworking." The old woodcutter, who had just returned from carrying firewood, arrived at the carpenter's house. As he arranged the firewood, he looked at Mo Langqin and praised her, which made Aunt Pei, who was standing nearby, laugh and agree.

He's really a down-to-earth and capable good kid.

The old woodcutter approached and said, "Child, you've come all the way from Sangyu without any adults by your side, and with your little sister with you. It must have been a long and tiring journey!"

Mo Langqin brushed away the wood shavings in front of her, then looked up at the old woodcutter and smiled, "Uncle, it's not hard work at all. He just lives an ordinary life, taking her around to see the world. He's very content!"

"Hahaha, look how eloquent this child is!" The old woodcutter laughed heartily. "My grandson is about your age, and he still cries and throws tantrums at home, demanding candied hawthorns. If he doesn't get them, he throws a fit on the ground. That just goes to show the difference between children. You and your little sister are both like little adults, so adorable!"

Before the old woodcutter's laughter had stopped, Aunt Pei's husband, the dark-skinned carpenter, returned with a cartload of timber.

"Wow, you've planed so much this morning!" The carpenter's voice was young, which didn't quite match his robust and rugged appearance. If you didn't see his face and just heard his voice, you would think he was a frail scholar.

"Master." After finishing the last stroke of the planer, Mo Langqin clapped his hands and brushed the sawdust off his body as he approached the carpenter.

"Langqin, you've done a great job." The carpenter was very satisfied with Mo Langqin's work. He smiled, took out his money bag from his waist, counted a few coins, and handed them directly to Mo Langqin. "This is your daily wage. You've worked hard! Take a break this afternoon, and you can finish the rest tomorrow."

"Okay, thank you, Master." As Mo Langqin accepted the loose coins, a sense of satisfaction welled up inside him.

While at the Mo family, Mo Langqin was never short of money. He was given money in strings of cash, and sometimes he even received silver directly. Apart from crafting some refined ghost artifacts, his other wealth was enough for him to live a carefree life for a year or two in any small village at the foot of the mountain.

But things are really different now. Even if he only earns a penny through physical labor, Mo Langqin feels that it is very valuable.

Seeing that Mo Langqin had finished his work, Bai Ying quickly got up and approached him. As she followed Mo Langqin out of the carpenter's house, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "Mo Langqin, there's something I want to talk to you about."

"What is it?" Mo Langqin turned to look at Bai Ying and asked.

The area near the carpenter's house wasn't a good place for them to talk, so they walked until they came to a stream on the outskirts of town.

"Mo Langqin, I've thought about this for a long time. How about we exchange tokens of our love?" Bai Ying said, putting her arm around Mo Langqin's.

Mo Langqin stopped in her tracks. "Why the sudden urge to exchange tokens? Hmm... I haven't decided what to give you yet, so could you wait a little longer?"

Just as Mo Langqin was thinking about what token of love to prepare for Bai Ying, Bai Ying released his arm. "You don't need to prepare anything special." Bai Ying took two steps back, creating a small distance between herself and Mo Langqin. She put her hands behind her back, tilted her head back, and looked at Mo Langqin. "Mo Langqin, do you really like me? Are you sure you don't like me because of your guilt towards your mother and Yan Cang?"

Mo Langqin's initially good mood turned bitter after hearing Bai Ying's words. "I've said it before, I don't like you because of those things. I truly love you—"

“Then…” Bai Ying interrupted Mo Langqin’s answer and took out a small white bone, pointing it at Mo Langqin’s nose. “Swallow this to prove you love me.”

"What kind of bone is this?" Mo Langqin glanced at the bone before quickly returning her gaze to Bai Ying. "Where did you get it?"

"This is the crescent bone portion of my original hand bones."

"Your original body..."

Bai Ying's behavior was very unusual at this moment. Mo Langqin felt that something was not right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Just as he was hesitating, Bai Ying urged him on.

"Swallow it!"

Mo Langqin felt a little afraid of Bai Ying's tough attitude. He subconsciously took two steps back to avoid her, but Bai Ying then took two more steps closer to him.

"Bai Ying, you're acting strangely right now. Can we talk about the token of our love later?" Mo Langqin wanted to avoid the situation, but Bai Ying wouldn't give up.

"Swallow it, it's proof you love me!!"

Mo Langqin couldn't dodge. He grabbed Bai Ying's outstretched hand, pressed it down, and shouted, "Bai Ying!!"

Before he could continue speaking, Bai Ying gave a cold laugh filled with disappointment, "You really are just acting like a child, you don't truly love me..."

Mo Langqin disagreed with Bai Ying's words.

How could he possibly be acting out of childish instincts? How could he not love Bai Ying? Why doesn't Bai Ying believe him? Is it because he's a child? Or is it because of this suddenly appearing bone in his hand?
"Wait a minute!" Mo Langqin frowned, tightly gripping Bai Ying's hand, and quickly snatched the moon bone, swallowing it whole. "Now! Are you satisfied now!"

A flash of red light appeared in Bai Ying's eyes. Mo Langqin's initiative pleased her, but when she saw her hand bones completely attached to Mo Langqin's throat, she did not feel happy. Instead, she felt worried.

"How do you expect me to respond now?" Mo Langqin pulled Bai Ying's hand to his throat, staring into Bai Ying's eyes with a determined look. "Do you want me to break a bone in my hand and make you swallow it?!"

"No! No!" Bai Ying pulled her hand away from Mo Langqin's, and cupped Mo Langqin's somewhat injured face again. "This is enough, Mo Langqin! This is enough! I don't want to hurt your body..."

But I don't understand your sudden mood swings! Bai Ying, you've suddenly become very strange, like something is controlling you. You suddenly become unlike yourself...

Mo Langqin pushed Bai Ying's hand away and stepped aside. "Bai Ying, I... I want to calm down by myself."

"Mo Langqin." Bai Ying tried to catch up, but was immediately stopped by Mo Langqin.

"Don't follow me. I really need to be alone for a while. You should go back first."

Seeing that Mo Langqin insisted, Bai Ying felt embarrassed to follow any further and could only watch Mo Langqin leave.