My Demon Queen

Chapter 110: Carving a Ban

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind Hei Jie and Lao Niu. Not only was there a chill in the voice, but it also had an obvious questioning tone.

When Heijie and Laoniu heard the voice, their bodies stiffened instantly and they immediately knew who was speaking.

They looked terrified, and immediately turned around, kneeling on the ground without hesitation, with their heads bowed deeply, and said with great respect: "Welcome to the Empress, in reply to the Empress, we are thinking about Ye An."

Mo Qingcheng's face was frosty as she looked coldly at the two people kneeling on the ground.

Her gaze was like a cold sword, as if it could pierce through them.

If it weren't for their connection with Ye An, she would have ordered the killing of all those who had human hearts transplanted into the demon clan without hesitation.

Just because she didn't want Ye An to have any bad opinions or emotions towards her anymore, she now cared about Ye An's feelings, even more than she had cared about anything else in the past.

"Go down."

Mo Qingcheng retracted that sharp gaze and spoke coldly.

Her voice was cold and seemed to freeze the air around her.

Upon hearing this, the two men felt as if they had been pardoned and were immediately relieved. They quickly performed the ceremony respectfully and left in a hurry, fearing that staying for another second would bring them death.

Mo Qingcheng stood there, quietly looking at the room where Ye An used to live. After a moment, she slowly raised her feet and walked in slowly.

She had been here before, but at that time she came with full of hostility and the intention to torture people, but this time, she came with deep love for Ye An.

Looking at the simple furnishings in the stone house, Mo Qingcheng felt as if her heart was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe.

"No wonder you told me at the time that you were desperate. Being in a cage like this really makes people desperate."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was as soft as a whisper in the wind. Her eyes slowly swept over the luminous stones that emitted a dim light, the thin bedding on the stone bed that was so thin that it had almost no warmth at all, and the rough stone bench that was barely enough for people to sit on. Her heart couldn't help but ache.

"Ye An, have you been staying in this environment for five whole years?" Her eyes were filled with heartache and guilt.

Afterwards, Mo Qingcheng sat down on the stone bed slowly and gracefully, and the cold and hard touch instantly spread throughout her body.

She frowned slightly, feeling the stone bed which had no warmth or comfort at all, and the self-blame in her heart increased like a tide.

"shadow."

"My subordinate is here."

A deep voice responded quickly, and then a black-robed figure quietly appeared in front of Mo Qingcheng and knelt on one knee respectfully.

"Now, I am going to use this place for cultivation. No one other than you is allowed to enter."

Mo Qingcheng's voice was cold and firm, with unquestionable majesty.

"Yes." The black-robed figure received the order and disappeared in an instant.

After Mo Qingcheng summoned the black-robed figure and gave the order, she closed her eyes again and carefully felt everything in the room.

Every breath of air and every old trace seemed to tell her about the suffering Ye An had once experienced.

"Huh~ Maybe this is a punishment for me."

Mo Qingcheng sighed deeply and closed her eyes in self-blame. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if telling of her inner torment.

But after a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes again, regained her usual firm expression, and began to quickly change finger gestures with one hand.

With the change of each finger gesture, brilliant spiritual energy was dancing happily around Mo Qingcheng's body, and mysterious patterns were constantly flashing on her fingertips, and the light appeared and disappeared, like a dream.

As the last finger gesture fell, a phantom slowly appeared opposite Mo Qingcheng.

But if you look closely, the shadow is exactly the same as Mo Qingcheng, only appears more illusory and ethereal.

"Now, I will carve a restriction on the soul. The soul will be bound and the restriction will be a shackle. No one will be allowed to harm Ye An in any life." Mo Qingcheng's voice was firm and decisive.

After saying that, Mo Qingcheng stood with one hand in front of his chest, his fingers flexibly changing finger gestures, his movements as fast as lightning.

As the finger gestures changed, brilliant golden runes began to emerge around, emitting a sacred and majestic light.

These runes moved slowly and began to tightly wrap around his soul.

However, every time a rune fell on the soul, a wisp of smoke would rise from the phantom soul, as if it were a hot iron, ruthlessly branding it on the soul.

But every time the branding occurred, a subtle look of pain would appear on Mo Qingcheng's beautiful face. The subtle changes in her expression made it seem as if she was enduring the cruelest torture in the world, which was heartbreaking.

In the courtyard, on the bed in the room.

Ye An's consciousness wandered aimlessly, like a wandering ghost, stopping and starting.

Sometimes he stopped to think, sometimes he walked slowly forward, and then he simply lay down, turning into a radio transmitter and starting to chatter in the endless darkness.

But at a certain moment, Ye An suddenly felt an extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, as if something vital was about to be lost from his body.

"What's going on? This feeling...why does it make me so uncomfortable?"

Ye An's voice echoed in the darkness, filled with confusion and uneasiness.

Ye An was in the pitch-black darkness, holding his heart tightly with his hands. His painful expression seemed to be able to drip water.

He looked around in a daze, his anxious eyes trying to catch even the slightest clue.

But there was nothing around him except the thick darkness, as if the whole world was left with only him and the endless darkness.

"Fuck, I've had enough of this damn place. Damn it, is there anyone who can breathe? Come out here."

Ye An became increasingly irritable because of the uncomfortable feeling that almost swallowed him up, and he shouted wildly in the dark space at the top of his lungs.

His voice was filled with anger and despair, as if it wanted to break through the oppressive darkness.

"Okay, you won't respond, right? Then we can't play anymore. I'm going to flip the table over and no one will play anymore."

Ye An was so furious that his eyes seemed to spit fire.

After saying this, he began to carve out the formation without hesitation, his movements skillful and quick.

Although he is only a consciousness now, Ye An discovered long ago that due to his time travel, and the travel of his soul, his soul has become so powerful that even his consciousness can easily stir up the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

"Ah~"

A faint sigh, as if coming from ancient times, echoed slowly in the darkness, interrupting the formation that Ye An was about to complete.

"who……"