Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: The Studious Lord Mo (Part 5)

’In the end, can’t you escape the fate of being manipulated by others?’ Mu Qingge sighed softly in her heart, then withdrew her thoughts.

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That night, Mu Qingge was lying in her room, just about to sleep, when suddenly she was hit by a strange fragrance. The next moment, she was enveloped by a force and taken away from the room.

When her vision cleared, she found herself deep within Qinling.

Don’t ask how she knew... she had become so familiar with the scent of Qinling that it was in her bones.

Although she had never been here before, she knew this was Qinling, and a part deep within where most people couldn’t venture.

Yet, as she stood on the thick layer of decaying leaves, all around was unusually quiet, with no birds singing, no insects buzzing, and not even the breath of a Spirit Beast. It was as if she had entered a land of the dead.

If... there truly exists such a beautiful land of the dead...

Mu Qingge looked around. It was a fiery maple forest. All around were endless maple trees, each leaf like a flame, illuminating this corner of the world.

Looking up, she saw in the distance ancient trees towering into the sky, their massive canopies hanging down like emerald-green covers, shimmering with a faint blue light.

The night wind suddenly picked up, blowing fallen maple leaves toward Mu Qingge.

She raised her hand to catch them, and the maple leaf gently settled into her palm, so light it felt as though it had no weight.

Mu Qingge lowered her gaze, her clear eyes resting on the maple leaf, fixated on the crimson red as if a flame had erupted in her palm.

Suddenly, a big hand appeared out of nowhere, landing on hers, covering the maple leaf and tightly gripping her hand.

Mu Qingge looked up, seeing before her the pristine white attire, ethereal and elusive as drifting clouds. Raising her eyes further, she saw an indescribably handsome face, reflecting in her gaze as if it had captured all the world’s elegance. The slight smile on his lips seemed to embody all the beauty of the world.

”It’s you,” Mu Qingge murmured softly.

In her tone, there was neither surprise nor astonishment. It was as if it was always meant to be.

Si Mo’s smile became even more captivating, his long, black hair lightly swaying in the wind, carrying with it endless allure. His sleeves, hanging down, were suddenly lifted, revealing his long, defined hand.

Without any warning, he suddenly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close, leaving no space between them.

Mu Qingge didn’t resist, merely stared at him, her eyebrows slightly raised, her eyes now carrying a hint of amusement.

Si Mo looked down, his deep almond eyes seriously observing the beautifully red-clad Mu Qingge, softly saying, ”I’ve long wanted Ge’er to teach me that peculiar dance. How about, there’s no time like the present, so let’s do it tonight.”

These words were spoken with such naturalness, leaving no room for refusal.

In the shadows, Gu Ya and Gu Ye both facepalmed and shed tears. Why was their Holy Master becoming more shameless?

”Is that the dance you want to learn?” Mu Qingge teased with a playful smile.

As if not seeing the mischief in her eyes, Si Mo nodded, ”I feel like only with Ge’er can I perform a flawless, world-stunning dance.”

”You truly are arrogant,” Mu Qingge scoffed with a laugh.

Si Mo chuckled silently, as if telling her with his eyes that whether true or not, one dance would reveal it all.

Gazing at him, after a while, Mu Qingge finally raised her other hand, placing it on his shoulder, further closing the distance between them, whispering alluringly in his ear, ”Then learn well.”

There was no music, yet it seemed like there was music.

As the maple leaves fluttered down, Mu Qingge began to move.

This time, she danced the woman’s part, because Si Mo had dominantly claimed the male dancer’s role. It seemed that the last time Mu Qingge danced, he had memorized every move she made.