Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort novel Chapter 785

Chapter 785: Chapter 220: You Are My Wife, That’s Right (Part 2)

Si Mo sat cross-legged on the mat outside the wooden house, motionless for a long time.

His gaze was fixed on the Palace Bell at his waist. Finally, he raised his hand, pulled the Palace Bell from his belt, and held it lightly in his hand.

He didn’t remember when he started wearing this Palace Bell, nor did he know who gave it to him.

However, he just had a feeling in his heart that this Palace Bell was very important to him! Very important!

"What are you looking at?" Lingling appeared beside Si Mo, her eyes brightened upon seeing the Palace Bell in his hand, and she reached out to take a look. "What a beautiful Palace Bell, you’ve always worn it before, and I never noticed that it’s so exquisite."

Unfortunately, her hand grasped empty air.

Si Mo held the Palace Bell and subtly avoided her, without even glancing at her, emanating a "keep away" aura.

Lingling’s smile froze on her face, and she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

She tentatively asked, "This Palace Bell is important to you, isn’t it? Who gave it to you?"

Si Mo kept a tight face, his handsome features seemed covered in a layer of frost. He stood up, his tall stature suddenly doubling Lingling’s pressure, making her involuntarily take two steps back.

It seemed that only by putting some distance could she breathe properly.

Si Mo’s amber eyes, cold and distant, looked at her, and he spoke in a voice devoid of emotion: "You saved me once, I’ll spare you once. If you approach me again, no mercy in killing."

Lingling’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widened as she looked at him, her face pale.

She couldn’t believe such cold and heartless words came from him.

She just wanted to chat with him, but he loathed her so much, even to the point of wanting to kill her?

"Don’t misunderstand me, I never intended to extort gratitude!" Lingling hurriedly explained. She hoped he wouldn’t misunderstand and only wished to have a good conversation with him.

Yet, Si Mo’s gaze remained icy, utterly indifferent.

It seemed that deep within his eyes, only a world of slaughter was concealed.

’This man has no emotions! No heart! Grandpa was right, there’s simply no possibility between us!’ Under the watchful gaze as cold as ice, Lingling took a few more steps back. She felt as if her whole body was wrapped in ice, shivering, wanting to escape.

"Lingling."

Just as her spirit was about to collapse under Si Mo’s gaze, a voice suddenly saved her.

Lingling felt as if she had been pulled out of ice water, her choked throat finally able to breathe. She exited that world of slaughter and felt warmth surrounding her once more.

Her shocked emotions receded, and she turned her eyes toward the source of the voice, her gaze filled with gratitude.

Suddenly, a clear ringing sounded, making her pause.

At that moment, the Palace Bell in Si Mo’s hand also started ringing. The two crisp bell sounds intertwined, lingering in the air.

Hearing the Palace Bell ringing in his hand, Si Mo frowned and looked up towards the door.

Lingling also looked towards the door in shock and only then noticed that behind Grandpa, many other people had followed. Among them, one person stood out particularly.

She was dressed in a red, form-fitting dress, extraordinarily beautiful.

Lingling was dumbfounded. She had never seen such a beautiful woman. Her presence seemed to eclipse even the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars.

The most notable part was that one of the bell sounds came from her.

Lingling noticed she also had a golden Palace Bell tied around her waist.

She noticed it, and so did Si Mo.

He slowly turned around to face these suddenly appearing people.

"Master!"

"Subordinates bow to Master!"

Seeing Si Mo’s face clearly, Gu Ya, Gu Ye, and the accompanying five hundred Demon Guards could no longer control their excitement and all knelt down.

Only one person simply stood silently, watching him with emotions in her eyes that... he couldn’t quite understand.

Si Mo was looking at Mu Qingge, and Mu Qingge was also looking at Si Mo.

The person standing in front of her was indeed Si Mo.

The excitement in her heart at the moment was probably beyond words. The taut string in her heart finally relaxed the instant she saw Si Mo standing well before her.

’He’s okay!’ Mu Qingge slowly said to herself in her mind.

She wanted very much to smile, but she found the Si Mo in front of her seemed odd.

He was too calm! Displaying too much calm, even to the point of indifference. This was unlike the Si Mo she knew, unlike her A-Mo.

Mu Qingge slightly frowned, somewhat puzzled in her heart.

Yet, now was not the right time to ask clearly. Her gaze moved away from Si Mo and fell on Lingling. She smiled and slowly spoke, "Thank you, young lady, for your care these past few days."

On the way here, she had already learned from the elderly guide that it was the few young people from this tribe who discovered Si Mo buried beneath the Great Marsh when they went there on an errand and rescued him, bringing him back.

If it weren’t for that, Si Mo might still have been buried under the muddy marsh for who knows how long, and he wouldn’t have woken up so quickly.

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