My Demon Queen

Chapter 114 Influence

Although the two of them now essentially share a common consciousness, for some reason, they give people a strong sense of reality, as if they really each have an independent body, feeling tired due to intense movements and feeling pain due to being attacked.

Ye An covered his red and swollen face tightly, his eyes wide open with raging anger burning in them, his teeth chattering as he looked angrily at the phantom of himself in front of him.

"Okay, it's no big deal. He wants to kill you, and you're still planning on repaying evil with kindness?"

The phantom Ye An curled his lips and said with disdain, crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking as if he didn't care.

"That doesn't allow you to control my body to kill people."

Ye An roared angrily, the veins on his neck bulged, and he waved his fists as if he was going to pounce again.

The shadow Ye An frowned and rubbed his ears, saying speechlessly: "It's all the same, there's no difference between you and me."

"It's all the same, I am me and you are you, and I'm telling you, you'd better get out of my body, otherwise we'll both die." Ye An still had an angry look on his face, the blue veins on his forehead bulged like earthworms, and his body trembled slightly with anger.

The phantom Ye An rolled his eyes at Ye An, then turned his head to look at the white space, and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will leave your body, but not now, and it's fun to follow you." After saying that, he shrugged.

"Fun? You're looking for death." Ye An became even angrier, his eyes as big as copper bells.

The shadow of Ye An just glanced at Ye An casually, and then said quietly: "I found a wife for you, and you're not happy?" There was a sly smile on his face.

The anger that Ye An had just ignited seemed to be extinguished by a basin of cold water at this moment.

"Wife?" Ye An asked doubtfully, his brows furrowed, his eyes full of confusion, his head tilted to one side.

"Doesn't Mo Qingcheng count?" The phantom Ye An said with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Ye An was stunned for a moment. He stood there blankly, his mouth slightly open and his eyes confused. He didn't understand the meaning of the phantom Ye An's words at all, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

The shadow Ye An looked at Ye An in a daze, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and said with a helpless look on his face:

"I influenced your view of Mo Qingcheng. I kept telling you that Mo Qingcheng was breathtakingly beautiful, and at certain times, I made you feel a little fond of her. But it seems that you are still good at picking up girls. From the bleeding pool to the courtyard, I have influenced you five times in this way."

After hearing this, Ye An was completely stunned, with an expression of disbelief on his face, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened unconsciously. He never thought that his feelings for Mo Qingcheng were actually influenced by someone else.

"But, surprisingly, Mo Qingcheng also fell in love with you. It really surprised me."

The shadow of Ye An raised the corners of his mouth with a gratified smile on his face. He looked at Ye An gently and couldn't help but patted Ye An on the shoulder.

"What else are you hiding from me?"

Ye An seemed to have accepted his fate at this moment. He looked depressed and hung his head helplessly. He even thought that he was influenced by him to like Mo Qingcheng. He also foolishly thought that he had no idea why he fell in love with her and was so deep in love with her. Thinking of this, he sighed heavily and his hands hung weakly on both sides of his body.

"Except for my identity and your identity, I have told you everything." The phantom Ye An shrugged and said with a relaxed look.

"My and your identities?"

Ye An frowned and looked at the shadow with confusion. He really didn't understand what kind of mysterious identity he had, and couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows with his hands.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you when it's done. What about you now? Just stay here and break through to the out-of-body stage, so that I can stroll outside anytime." The phantom Ye An stretched lazily and said slowly with a comfortable look on his face, and then turned around.

"Break through the out-of-body stage here? You can get out?" Ye An asked two doubtful questions, his eyes fixed on the phantom, and his body unconsciously moved forward.

"Well, Mo Qingcheng seems to have cast a formation on you to maintain the accelerated flow of spiritual energy in your body. You can lie down and practice. As for going out, you can release your soul in the out-of-body stage, so... occasionally you release your soul, and I will go out for a stroll."

The phantom Ye An no longer had the momentum he had before. Now he looked at Ye An in a flattering manner, his eyes full of expectation, and his hands clasped together in front of his chest.

Ye An glanced at his own shadow with disdain and snorted coldly, but when he heard that Mo Qingcheng had set up a formation for him, he couldn't help feeling happy. A smile unconsciously appeared on his face, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"When will you tell me our identities?" Ye An turned his head and asked the phantom directly.

"Wait until the right time." The phantom Ye An pretended to be mysterious, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said slowly.

Ye An rolled his eyes, frowned even tighter, and asked again: "Then when will you leave my body?"

"Wait until the right time." The phantom Ye An repeated again, with his hands folded across his chest.

Ye An took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, then he closed his eyes tightly, silently repeating to himself, don't get angry, don't get angry.

"That's right, don't be angry."

Just when Ye An was about to suppress his anger, the phantom Ye An said this again, and the anger that Ye An had just suppressed instantly came out again, and his face turned red.

"No need, let's die together." After saying that, Ye An's face was gloomy and he gritted his teeth.

Then, a ray of spiritual energy condensed from the tip of his right index finger, and like a nimble paintbrush, he began to carefully carve a formation on the ground.

His fingers moved very quickly, and every line was smooth and precise, as if he had practiced it thousands of times.

As his fingers danced, the patterns of the formation gradually became clearer, emitting a faint glow.

At first, the light was dim, like a faint firefly.

But as Ye An continued to inject spiritual power, the light became brighter and brighter, and the lines became clearer and brighter.

When the outline of the entire formation was initially completed, a subtle electric-like light began to flow through the formation, making a "sizzling" sound.

Ye An looked solemn, but had no intention of stopping. He continued to concentrate on perfecting the details of the formation.

The phantom Ye An did not stop him this time. He just watched Ye An draw the formation calmly, with an elusive look in his eyes.

Ye An was also a little surprised why he didn't stop him, and his hands couldn't help but slow down.

"Don't be distracted, keep going!" The phantom Ye An urged impatiently, with a hint of urgency on his face.

"Do you think I don't dare?" Ye An replied loudly, then increased his speed, and his hands changed the finger gestures like a phantom.

After carving out the formation, Ye An began to quickly change the finger gestures with his hands.

The formation pattern glowed brightly, and a scorching heat wave rushed out from the formation. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, forming circles of ripples visible to the naked eye.