Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The entire Black Cloud Village has been transformed into a living hell.

The air was thick with a nauseating stench of blood and acrid burning, and severed limbs littered the ground, with dark red blood flowing in streams.

The only living creature left was Wang Erba, slumped beside the tiger-skin chair, already soiling himself with excrement and urine.

He trembled like a leaf in the wind, his eyes unfocused, watching the black-clad demon god who was walking towards him step by step through a pool of blood.

The man was covered in blood, some of which had congealed into dark red clumps, while some was still dripping down his clothes.

despair.

despair.

despair.

Every step he took was like the footsteps of death, stomping heavily on Wang Erba's heart.

He wanted to scream, but fear gripped his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

The strong smell of blood hit him, making his stomach churn and almost causing him to faint on the spot.

Lin Mo stopped in front of him, casting a shadow that completely enveloped Wang Erba.

He bent down, his handsome face devoid of any murderous intent, only a deathly calm.

It is this calm that is more terrifying than any ferocious expression.

"Besides you and your two siblings, do you have any other relatives in Blackwind City or elsewhere in your Wang family?"

Lin Mo's voice was very soft and calm, as if he were asking about the weather today.

But the content of this question made Wang Erba's soul tremble.

Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!

This devil must be eradicated completely!

"No...that's all..."

Wang Erba wept uncontrollably, kowtowing frantically until his forehead slammed against the hard ground, drawing blood.

"Grandpa, sir! Spare me! I'll never do it again... I'm just a fart, please let me go..."

Lin Mo got the answer he wanted.

I won't say another word.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on the back of Wang Erba's neck.

Wang Erba's wailing stopped abruptly as he felt the warmth and irresistible power emanating from that hand.

"Click."

A soft cracking sound was heard.

Wang Erba's head drooped, and the light in his eyes went out completely.

Thus, all three siblings of the Wang family were executed.

Lin Mo stood up, not even glancing at the corpse, and turned to walk towards the huge iron cage in the center of the platform.

The murderous rage that had been burning the heavens and boiling the seas in his heart receded like the tide after he confirmed that his enemies were all dead, leaving only endless heartache for the person in the cage.

Inside the iron cage, Su Qingyue curled up in a ball.

Her clothes were wrinkled and stained with mud.

Her usually meticulously styled and beautiful hair was now disheveled, with a few strands of hair clinging messily to her pale and tear-streaked face.

Even in such a disheveled state, her exquisite and gentle beauty was still breathtaking.

Her eyes were tightly closed, and glistening tears clung to her long eyelashes. She seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare, and her delicate body trembled slightly from time to time.

The icy coldness in Lin Mo's eyes melted instantly.

He raised his fist, his blood and qi circulating.

"Click!"

With a crisp snap, the large lock made of fine steel broke.

Lin Mo gently opened the cage door and carefully carried Su Qingyue out.

The delicate body in his arms was warm and light.

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar touch, or perhaps it was the lingering scent of blood on Lin Mo that stimulated her.

Su Qingyue was suddenly awakened from a nightmare!

"ah--!"

She let out a piercing scream and began to struggle desperately in Lin Mo's arms.

"Don't touch me! Get away! Don't touch me!"

She flailed her arms and legs wildly, her eyes filled with fear and despair, clearly mistaking Lin Mo for the foul-mouthed bandits.

"Tilted Moon!"

Lin Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed by a steel needle.

He tightened his arms, holding her soft body tightly in his embrace, so that she wouldn't hurt herself.

He lowered his head, pressed his cheek against her forehead, and soothed her in the gentlest voice.

"Qingyue, don't be afraid."

"it's me."

"My husband is here."

"It's alright...it's all over now."

That familiar voice, that familiar aura, was like a warm current flowing into Su Qingyue's world, frozen by fear.

She slowly opened her eyes, her vision clearing from blurry to sharp, and finally she could see the face in front of her.

It's Lin Mo.

He is her husband.

He was covered in blood and looked tired, but his eyes, as he looked at her, were filled with a tenderness and heartache she had never seen before.

All defenses collapsed completely at that moment.

"Waaah... Waaah—!"

Su Qingyue could no longer hold back. She hugged Lin Mo's neck tightly, buried her face in his chest, and burst into tears.

In those cries, there was the relief of surviving a disaster, the fear of being kidnapped, and even more so, endless grievances and dependence on him.

It was as if all the tears of this life were being shed in this moment.

"Lin Mo... I'm scared... I'm so scared..."

She sobbed incoherently, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably in his arms.

"Okay, okay, stop crying."

Lin Mo gently patted her back, letting her tears soak his clothes.

"It's okay, don't cry."

He repeated it over and over, his voice full of tenderness.

After crying for a long time, Su Qingyue was exhausted and fell asleep again in Lin Mo's arms.

Lin Mo looked at her sleeping face with pity, took off his outer robe and wrapped it tightly around her soft body, leaving only her tear-streaked face exposed.

He held her in his arms, turned around, and walked down the towering platform, which resembled a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, without looking back.

He walked through the devastated mountain village without glancing at the corpses again.

It was as if the demon god who had just gone on a killing spree was not him at all.

He was simply a man clutching his lost treasure, eager to return home.

……

The night was deep, but the gates of Dingbei Prefecture were brightly lit.

Qin Ruxue, dressed in a close-fitting outfit, stood outside the mansion gate like a cold statue, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Behind her stood dozens of grim-faced veterans, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension throughout the mansion.

When that familiar figure appeared in the distance, Qin Ruxue's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, jumped into her throat.

came back!

But when Lin Mo approached, and when she saw clearly that he was holding Su Qingyue in his arms, and that he was covered in horrifying blood,

Qin Ruxue's bright and beautiful face instantly lost all color.

"Big sister!"

"Lin Mo!"

Qin Ruxue rushed forward in one stride, and the several sisters-in-law behind her also exclaimed and surrounded her.

"How is she?"

Qin Ruxue's voice trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on the unconscious Su Qingyue.

"They've been frightened; go get a doctor!"

Lin Mo's voice carried a hint of fatigue, but his instructions remained clear.

"Go quickly!"

The steward, Uncle Wang, immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly sent someone to fetch a doctor.

Lin Mo carried Su Qingyue and quickly crossed the courtyard, heading straight for Su Qingyue's bedroom.

Qin Ruxue and her sisters-in-law followed closely behind, each with a face full of worry.

Qin Ruxue, in particular, felt a mix of emotions as she looked at Lin Mo's tall but slightly tired back.

This man, truly single-handedly, rescued the older sister.

Was the blood on his body from the enemy, or from himself?

Was he injured?

These thoughts flashed through her mind, and she didn't even realize that her worries were no longer limited to her eldest sister alone.

Soon, the city's most famous doctor was brought over, half invited and half carried.

The old doctor, carrying his medicine kit, cautiously entered the room. When he saw Su Qingyue's appearance on the bed, he was also shocked.

Lin Mo stood by the bed, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the old doctor, the invisible pressure causing cold sweat to pour down the old doctor's forehead.

"Doctor, quickly take my pulse!"

"Yes, yes..."

The old doctor dared not delay and quickly stepped forward to take Su Qingyue's pulse through a silk handkerchief.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

A moment later, the old doctor withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and bowed to Lin Mo, saying:

"Young Master Lin, please rest assured, Madam is just a little frightened and her blood and qi are a bit weak. She is fine. I will prescribe a few calming medicines for her to rest for a few days."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Mo's tense body finally relaxed a little.

However, the old doctor's next words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the room.

A smile appeared on his face, and he once again offered his congratulations with clasped hands.

"And congratulations, young master!"

"Judging from the pulse, the lady should be pregnant!"

"However, the pregnancy is still early, and the fright has made the pregnancy somewhat unstable. I will prescribe some additional remedies for the lady to help her recuperate properly, and she will surely give birth to a son!"

Pregnant?!

This news stunned Qin Ruxue and everyone else present.

Their gazes unconsciously converged on Su Qingyue's flat stomach.

There, the Lin family's hopes have already been nurtured?

Qin Ruxue's eyes were the most complicated.

There was shock, envy, and a hint of jealousy that she herself was unwilling to admit.

But more than anything, it's a heartfelt joy for this family.

The Lin family has an heir.

The spirits of our fathers and brothers can now rest in peace.

"Thank you, doctor!"

Lin Mo took out a silver ingot from his pocket and stuffed it into the old doctor's hand.

"Use the best medicine! Any price is fine!"

"Definitely! Definitely!"

The old doctor was overjoyed and repeatedly assured him.

After seeing the doctor off, Lin Mo dismissed everyone and told them to go and rest.

In the room, only he and the still unconscious Su Qingyue remained.

He sat by the bed and, with a warm towel, carefully wiped away the tear stains and dirt from her face.

The movements were as gentle as if they were handling a rare treasure.

Su Qingyue, who was in a deep sleep, seemed to sense his presence, and her tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

She unconsciously reached out her hand, grasped at the air, and murmured in a dreamlike voice.

"My lord..."

"Don't go... I'm scared..."

Lin Mo's most tender spot was deeply touched.

He reached out his large hand and tightly grasped her soft, boneless little hand.

"I'm not leaving."

"I'll be right here, watching over you."