Mu Qing Quotes

..." said Feng Xin. "..." said Mu Qing. "...?" said Quan Yizhen. "Ho ho," said Pei Ming.

Speaking of which, I also met a teenager that could command silver butterflies around on Mount Yu Jun. Does anyone know who that was?” The lively, bustling chaotic spirit communication array suddenly fell silent the moment those words were out. This kind of reaction, Xie Lian had seen it coming and so he just waited patiently. After a while, Ling Wen finally asked, “Your Highness Crown Prince, what did you just say?” Mu Qing coldly answered for him, “He just said, he met Hua Cheng.” Finally obtaining the name of that red-clothed young man, Xie Lian was ineffably in a good mood. He smiled and said, “So his name is Hua Cheng? Hm, this name suits him quite well.

The moment he looked up, Xie Lian had extended a hand to him, smiling. “In any case, although a little late, this hand isn’t extended too late, right?” “…” Perhaps it was because he had been gripping the hilt for too long earlier, but Mu Qing suddenly felt his arms incomparably heavy, unable to be raised. Xie Lian then stretched his hand lower. “Come.” Mu Qing finally took hold of his hand.

That red one, it’s all the same person, isn’t it? It’s all him?! They’re all Hua Cheng?! Holy fuck… He’s been following you all this time?!” Mu Qing also looked incredulous. “He wasn’t just following, he was watching. Watching very closely. Very, very closely. He was everywhere! Look, this is the main street, Buyou Forest—what’s this? Beizi Hill? My god… Was he the one who carved all these divine statues?!” Looking at the murals was giving Feng Xin chills. “My fucking god… Who the hell is he? He’s had his eye on you since eight hundred years ago?! And he’s still following you, even now? What the fuck?! This is terrifying! Is he bewitched? What the hell does he want? No normal devotee would go this far—so just what the hell does he want?!

Mu Qing glared at him. “Why did you barge into my palace in the middle of the night in a state of undress?!

He whipped his head around. Hua Cheng was standing so close behind him, like he was about to reach out. Xie Lian stopped caring about anything else and went right for it—he pounced on Hua Cheng, cupped his cheeks with his hands, and then, getting up on his toes slightly to reach, he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together. “…” said Feng Xin. “…” said Mu Qing. “…?” said Quan Yizhen. “Ho ho,” said Pei Ming.

But it wasn’t enough. Since they were already in that position, Xie Lian thought he might as well take a bit more—he wound his arms tightly around Hua Cheng’s neck to deepen the kiss. All the fatigue he’d been feeling was swept away in an instant as his body was refilled with spiritual power. The enormous sword of spiritual light in the giant stone statue’s grip clamored with riotous noise. “What is this?!” Feng Xin cried, clearly shaken. “What are you two doing?! Your Highness?!” Xie Lian choked—only then did he break away. He didn’t dare look down. “I’m b-borrowing spiritual power!” he shouted to the sky. “I’m just borrowing his spiritual power! It’s all very proper!” Mu Qing was shaken too. “You don’t need to do that to borrow spiritual power, though! Couldn’t you just slap your palms together?!” “Ha ha ha ha! You saw through me!” Xie Lian babbled—he didn’t even know what he was saying. “So maybe it’s not just to borrow spiritual power! Ha ha ha ha…

Mu Qing pointed at the center of the mural. “So…that…that was him?” he said with a trembling voice. Xie Lian was also staring at that section. This piece was mostly colorless; only two figures had been colored within it. There was a small figure at the bottom that had been painted pure white; it seemed to be glowing. The figure was looking toward the sky with hands outstretched. It was about to catch another little figure who was falling from the tower. That little figure was bloody red.