Can I kiss you?

"Cong Mo! I won't let you go!"

Leng Can roared to the sky and uttered the classic lines of the villain in the storybook.

The sword in his hand reacted and trembled for a moment. A blue figure slowly floated out. Mu Xue looked around and said, "Master, this is a barrier. It's fake."

Leng Can didn't like the shade here, and asked for a solution, "Can you take me out?"

Mu Xue shook her head awkwardly, "I... can't. The master has set up an exit. It's only above the head, and only the human body can get out."

"So, as a sword spirit, you still have to rely on me to get out?"

Mu Xue nodded vigorously, "Yes, Master."

Leng Can: “…”

He knew that Cong Mo wanted to take this opportunity to take revenge on him, and even the only sword spirit who could cast spells with him was unable to use any strength.

Leng Can cursed Cong Mo in his heart and swore that he would stop her from practicing the ruthless path after he got out.

He could only raise the sword in his hand and silently said to himself, "Fly faster, fly faster."

"Will this trick work?" Li and Cong Mo stood together, watching Leng Can's actions in the illusion barrier.

"People always unleash extraordinary potential when pushed to their limits." Cong Mo clenched the swordsmanship encyclopedia in his hand and analyzed calmly, "It's not that Xiaocan doesn't know how to do it, but he has no desire to practice Taoism, so he doesn't want to put in too much effort. If we don't push him, he will definitely be driven down the mountain in three months."

Yi smiled and said, "Junior sister doesn't want me to leave, right?"

Cong Mo hesitated, then nodded slowly, "If Xiaocan returns to town, I'm afraid life will be difficult for my parents."

"Junior brother doesn't seem like someone who holds grudges."

"Yeah." Cong Mo opened the ancient book, "He only remembers my grudge."

She found a place where sword fighting was being done. "Brother, I don't know how to coordinate the sword and use spiritual power here."

Yi's attention was quickly drawn to this place. "This should be..."

When Cong Mo had memorized and practiced half of the book, Leng Can was still quiet and motionless.

Looking towards the day ahead, she felt a little worried. "Xiaochan didn't eat lunch again today."

"Ah..." she sighed, "It's not good for your health."

At this moment, Leng Can was so hungry that his eyes were dull. He raised his head and looked at the warm light flashing into the sky, feeling extremely sad.

My stomach growled twice.

Leng Can stubbornly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He was really about to starve to death.

"Cong Mo, how can you be so cruel!"

Leng Can pinched himself hard. He was unwilling to admit defeat, so he stood up again, clenched the sword and raised it in his hand. After he continued to concentrate his attention and the interference of Mu Xue's spiritual energy, he was able to drive the sword to rise in a slight arc and float above the palm of his hand, like a magic trick.

Leng Can was extremely happy, but his abilities were limited, and he had no spiritual energy in his body. Mu Xue's spiritual energy could not be used here, causing Jian Sheng to not be able to hold on for too long and would fall. At that time, Leng Can would immediately break out in a cold sweat and breathe rapidly.

The sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and Leng Can fell to the ground, his back against the hard and cold rock.

Take a deep breath of fresh air, "Hu...Hu..."

"Are you hungry?"

A clear voice sounded above his head. Leng Can raised his head and saw Cong Mo holding a food box in his hand, leaning over to look at him.

His stomach growled twice, and Leng Can pursed his lips and said aggrievedly, "I'm starving."

"Heh..." Cong Mo pointed out the spiritual line between his eyebrows, which circled and disappeared.

He murmured, "Broken!"

The barrier immediately dissipated. Leng Can closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Cong Mo was standing in front of him, shaking the food box in his hand towards him and smiling at him. "Lotus leaf chicken, delicious."

Leng Can was almost moved to tears and hugged Cong Mo, "I don't want this kind of training."

Cong Mo hugged him back, stroking his back, and said softly, "Okay, Xiaocan, you don't need to practice. I will protect you in the future."

"Hehe...ha..."

There was a sudden pain on his forehead, and his scattered consciousness returned. Leng Can was so scared that he turned over and sat up, rubbing the faint mark on his forehead, and realized that he had just dreamed.

"Are you hungry?"

The same lines happened in reality. Looking up, Cong Mo was even standing in the same position, but there was a bit more coldness in his eyes. Leng Can pinched his face hard, grimacing in pain.

This time it was not a dream, Cong Mo really came to him with a lunch box.

He recalled Cong Mo's gentle voice in his dream, and his ears flushed. He whispered back, "I'm starving."

"Oh!" Cong Mo said indifferently.

Leng Can froze, "..."

How is it different...

Cong Mo simply agreed, as if he didn't care about his current situation or whether he lived or died.

That’s too much…

Leng Can looked up and pointed at her, saying loudly, "I'm very hungry, I want to eat!"

"Sure." Cong Mo opened the food box a little, took out a round snack, bit off half of it, and stared at Leng Can provocatively, "Come up and I'll give it to you."

"Ahhh..." Leng Can roared silently, feeling infinitely humiliated by Cong Mo's ridicule. He drew his sword and stepped directly on it, swearing an oath, "Cong Mo, wait until this young master leaves, and I won't leave you a single bite of the lotus leaf chicken!"

"Waiting for you." Cong Mo nodded slightly, glanced at him, and left in a hurry, leaving only his back.

Leng Can hated her for being so decisive. He clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and said, "Fly!"

After a while,

A strange power penetrated into his body, from top to bottom, wrapped around his legs, and his hair flew in the wind. Leng Can took a deep breath.

Slowly open your eyes,

The sword was still under his step, without any change.

Leng Can: "..."

This is different from what he imagined!

"Just focus."

A gentle voice echoed in the empty space. Leng Can calmed his mind, exhaled, closed his eyes again, and did not utter any complaints.

Cong Mo observed from outside the barrier, put two fingers together and tapped the center of her eyebrows, which led to a line drawn by fairy energy. It floated out and rose in the air, quietly entering the barrier in the direction she pointed, circling upward from the hilt, sliding into the body, and finally all entering the center of Leng Can's eyebrows and merging into one.

For a moment, the spiritual energy around Leng Can roared, causing the sword to tremble and swing.

The spiritual energy in Leng Can's body is weak, which was only nurtured in the past few days in Wuqing Mountain. It is still difficult to use it to control the sword, and he still needs external help.

It was getting dark, and Cong Mo didn't want him to be unable to eat dinner.

Cong Mo spread his fingers apart and stopped channeling spiritual energy. "The rest depends on whether Xiaocan can mobilize his spiritual energy."

A little fairy light ignited from the cold and canny brows. The wind blew up the dust, but it couldn't block the light from the brows. His clothes fluttered, reflecting the unrestrained youth.

Leng Can took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes, a cold light flashed in his pupils. He lowered his head and saw that his feet were still on the sword, but the sword had already flown into the air.

""

The sword soars into the air!

Leng Can suddenly raised his head, then quickly lowered it, with his feet standing on the sword, which was floating half a meter above the ground.

He was so frightened that his legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees.

"Come up!"

Cong Mo's voice rang out above his head again, ethereal and powerful, shining on his face with the alluring warm red light. Leng Can discerned the faint brilliance in her eyes.

Cong Mo was waiting for him.

Leng Can took a deep breath, opened his arms, and shouted loudly, "Fly!"

The sword began to swing and float upward, and his legs began to tremble.

The wind blew across my hair, creating ripples. I felt the movement of the wind and smelled the fragrance at the tip of my nose.

"No."

The sword fell, and a warm embrace took the initiative to embrace him, holding his shoulders, wiping away the few tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm here."

Leng Can's heart pounded. He lowered his head and pressed his face into Cong Mo's neck. Hot tears fell. He hugged Cong Mo's waist and rubbed his head randomly. He could no longer hide his fear. "Xiao Mo, I'm scared."

Slightly cool fingers pinched the back of his neck. Cong Mo patted his back, letting him move around, and just said, "I'm here."

The scene in the dream reappeared, Cong Mo became his hard shell, protecting his soft and fragile inside. Leng Can thought that Mu Xue was wrong, Cong Mo was obviously very warm too.

Cong Mo held him and flew to the grass on the sword. The sword landed steadily, but Leng Can stayed in her arms for a long time and was unwilling to leave.

Cong Mo stretched out his palm and turned it into a wooden food box. The aroma of oil quickly spread out. Leng Can grabbed her shoulders and raised his head.

Cong Mo held the food box in front of him and said, "The lotus leaf chicken is getting cold."

Leng Can curled his lips, snatched it away and protected it behind his back, "I want to keep it for myself."

"Yeah." Cong Mo smoothed his hair without a trace of anger.

Leng Can blinked, feeling embarrassed. "Forget it, I'm afraid you'll be too greedy!"

"No, I..."

"No matter what!" Leng Can pulled her arm, holding a food box in his hand. As the sun set, two figures of Nobunaga cast long shadows, which intertwined with each other from time to time. The young men were full of vigor and youthfulness.

The sun sets in the west, and a faint orange-red appears on the horizon. The sunlight is no longer scorching, but becomes soft and warm, sprinkling on the earth like blood, disappearing below the horizon bit by bit.

Leng Can pulled her and ran to a small hill.

"Hu...Hu..." Leng Can panted, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired." Cong Mo stared at him, standing straight, and said calmly.

Leng Can was very dissatisfied with her tireless appearance. He grabbed her hand and sat on the ground, supporting his body with his arms. When he raised his eyes, the sweat on his forehead had not yet disappeared. The faint smell of sweat had a special fragrance, which made Cong Mo sniff.

Leng Can didn't notice her strange behavior. He took out a lotus leaf chicken from the food box and stuffed it into Cong Mo's hand, still complaining indignantly, "I succeeded in flying the sword today, Xiao Mo, I want a reward."

Cong Mo sat upright, opened the lotus leaf chicken and savored it carefully, then asked him seriously, "What do you want?"

Leng Can thought seriously, "You said you were tired, or you said I was amazing."

"No," Cong Mo calmly analyzed, "I'm not tired. Although you did break through the difficulty of flying the sword, it can't be considered very impressive."

Leng Canhou lay down on the grass and said, "Can't you praise me?"

"..., I don't like lying."

"Forget it..." Leng Can comforted himself that Cong Mo has been like this since he was a child, so why bother with it.

When he turned around, Cong Mo's small face suddenly enlarged in front of him.

The distance is too close.

His heart was pounding, he didn't dare to look directly into Cong Mo's eyes, his gaze fell on the rosy, shiny lips.

Rolling his Adam's apple, he asked, "Xiao Mo, can I kiss you?"