Congmo, please remember quickly, we are all waiting for you

"And you said we are close friends." Cong Mo still remembered what Leng Can had said to her in the cave. "Unlike ordinary men and women, we will be closer than them."

The difference is that she used to have doubts and confusion about this, and would make a conflicted choice between book knowledge and Leng Can's words, but now she only knows Leng Can, and subconsciously trusts Leng Can more.

She would have an inexplicable sense of trust in everything Leng Can said to her and would not have any doubts. This was what her brain and reason told her.

"Uh... well..." Leng Can lowered his head, his cheeks flushed with excitement, his lips trembling slightly with fantasy. He tried his best to control his dark thoughts, but his heart was not beating as fast as he thought.

Cong Mo only knows him, Cong Mo can only rely on him to survive, Cong Mo...can't live without him.

Once this thought came to mind, Leng Can inevitably had a more sinister and terrifying thought.

Maybe he could take Cong Mo to a place where no one knew them now, hide her there, just the two of them, live in peace and harmony, and stay together for the rest of their lives.

Anyway, Cong Mo trusts him the most.

They won't have children either. Leng Can can't stand Cong Mo being nice to other people, even if they are his blood relatives. He won't allow her to show her gentle side to anyone other than him, let alone show her motherly face to the child.

Besides, that was something that came out of her warm body, and he wouldn't allow it.

There will only be him in Cong Mo's eyes, and he wants to occupy everything of Cong Mo.

He wanted Cong Mo to never remember the other people.

He took a deep breath and didn't even dare to look at Cong Mo, for fear that his sticky thoughts would be exposed, his filthy and embarrassing appearance would be revealed, and he would make her disgusted.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Hmm?" Leng Can came back to his senses, briefly pulling himself out of his thoughts, and smiled at her. "Nothing, I was just wondering if you'd be bored if it were just the two of us."

"Boring?" Cong Mo looked up ahead, as if thinking about this question.

Leng Can followed her gaze and looked forward, seeing a sky full of stars and the endless Milky Way.

Uh...it seems like he hasn't sent snacks and food to the King of Hell for a long time.

"Xiao Mo, look at the stars..."

"No." Cong Mo suddenly said, turned his head and looked at him intently.

Leng Can realized that she was answering his previous question.

Cong Mo repeated, "It won't be boring if I stay with you."

Leng Can felt that his heartbeat seemed to be louder, and the urge to take Cong Mo to hide in a deserted place became stronger.

How could Xiaomo be... so heart-warming?

He smiled widely and nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

He brought Cong Mo to the house that the old man Qing Yi mentioned. The house was not big, but it was exquisitely decorated and was not much different from where they lived.

Cong Mo looked at the interior decoration of the room and said, "The couch is so small, how can we sleep together?"

"I won't sleep here." Leng Can opened the window. On a night when winter was approaching autumn, a chilly wind blew in, carrying with it the smell of decay and dispersing the dust in the house. "Autumn is coming."

The words stopped in his mouth, because Cong Mo took his fingers from behind.

Turning around, he met Cong Mo's eyes, which were as beautiful as the stars. "Why don't you come together?"

Is she trying to...keep him?

"This..." Leng Can touched the back of his neck and turned his head away, his ears red as if bleeding, "The bed is too small, we can't sit together..."

"Then I can just sleep on the floor."

"How can I let you sleep on the ground?"

"Then you sleep on the floor."

So Leng Can's heart was broken when he lay on the hard ground covered with only a thin soft blanket.

Fortunately, there are heating lamps installed in the Wuqing Mountain House, and the ground is supported by a layer of warmth by the spiritual power contained in Wuqing Mountain itself. If not for this, he would really have frozen to death here.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Leng Can, what are you doing?"

The old man's question came from his spiritual consciousness. Leng Can didn't expect that he was still staring at him. He used magic to convey his current appearance to him.

Then, the old man's extremely hearty laughter was heard.

He was gloating over his misfortune, "Hahahaha...hahahaha...you unlucky man, I won't ask you to come back today, just sleep there."

He generously promised Leng Can.

Leng Can: “…”

No wonder the old man pretended to be older. If he had laughed at him with that face from the beginning, he would really rush up and punch him twice.

"Master, that's too much."

Leng Can accused him.

"It's not too much, it's not too much. Cong Mo is not in good health, you have to bear with me. I am sleepy, I want to sleep on the soft couch!"

Then it disappeared into the spiritual consciousness.

Did this old man really deserve a beating?

Leng Can pulled the quilt tighter and turned to face Cong Mo. He could hear Cong Mo snoring softly in his ears, and occasionally mumbling in his sleep or humming.

Never mind,

He closed his eyes.

Actually... this is pretty good.

When he woke up the next day, Cong Mo was carrying him down the back mountain on his sword.

"What's going on?" the old man asked knowingly.

Leng Can supported his waist and got off Cong Mo's back, "Master, stop teasing me."

"Haha... Your master shows concern." The old man couldn't help laughing and led the two to the training platform. "You can't contact others during seclusion training. You have lost your memory now, so I don't recommend this. The last magic competition was interrupted due to the attack from the demon world, and you were in a coma for two years. There's no need to wait for you in the magic competition. You are out of the competition, but it doesn't matter. I also had a quarrel with the Immortal Mountain, and our relationship is not good. Your stay or departure is now up to me, and they have no control over it. What you need to do now is to learn how to better control your spiritual power and grasp and master what you have learned bit by bit."

"As for the matter of the traitor!" said the old man, "When Cong Mo has recovered his memory, you will go to the Immortal Mountain with me."

Leng Can agreed, "Okay."

Cong Mo looked at him and nodded.

"How about Xiaomo's love story?" Leng Can asked.

"I stole a strand of Cong Mo's hair that day and used a magic tool to investigate." The old man glanced at Cong Mo sheepishly. "The magic tool showed that there were two parts, which means that the love root is still alive. As for where it is and what its power is, that's unknown."

"As long as she's alive, there will be no peace in this world." Leng Can said hatefully, "Back then... she hurt us so badly."

"She?" Cong Mo couldn't understand what they were talking about. "Who is she? Why did she hurt us?"

Leng Can and the old man looked at each other and gave her a brief explanation.

"She is my love." Cong Mo tried to understand, "but she wants to destroy the world."

"Yeah." Leng Can nodded, "She is a bad person."

Cong Mo concluded, "Then I should have killed her."

"What happened then is what happened then. There's no need to pay too much attention to it now." The old man shook his head. He was the only one who knew what happened then.

He looked at Leng Can who was comforting Cong Mo. In front of Cong Mo, he regained his childish innocence, no longer as calm and decisive, but lifeless as he was when he woke up.

He also didn't know that his death at that time left Cong Mo with no time to care about anything else. If he couldn't come back, Cong Mo would probably go with him and would not be able to survive alone.

He was quite satisfied with the situation now. After all, his two disciples were safe and sound.

He raised his hand and stroked their heads, one on each side. "Cong Mo, remember quickly. We are all waiting for you."

When the three of them arrived at the training ground, Xi was already sitting in his seat meditating.

"Leng Can, you go with Yi to meditate, and I'll take Cong Mo to the library."

"Okay." Leng Can nodded, "Xiao Mo, follow Master. He won't harm us."

Cong Mo looked at him deeply, then followed the old man away.

Leng Can sat down next to Xi, activated the spiritual power in his body, and began the meditation cycle.

"You became a lover at such a young age?" Cong Mo followed the lover into the library. "From the portraits in the books, I see that the other masters are much older."

"Heh... just think of it as you praising me, but I think you can do it too. It's not that difficult." An old man was selecting a suitable book from the shelf. "You are more talented than me, and more suitable."

"Really?" Cong Mo was puzzled. "But I don't seem to have too many thoughts about this place."

"Your memory holds important things. If you can't remember clearly, you'll naturally forget what you wanted to do. Open your hands." The old man placed the books in her arms. "These are about swordsmanship, magic, and some pharmacology. Study them on your own. If you don't understand something, you can ask. But since you have a solid foundation, these should be easy for you. Do these first. As for your memory, you never know when you wake up and remember everything."

"So easy?"

"Nothing in this world is difficult for you."

Finally, he placed the last book on the pile of books. "I should have shown you this a long time ago. It tells you how to control your mind and achieve peace of mind, and curb your inner demons. You're most vulnerable right now, so you should be careful."

"Yeah." Cong Mo held the book which was heavier than her, and her desire to recover her memory became stronger.

What she experienced seemed very complicated and difficult to understand.

Cong Mo learned very quickly. While the old man Qing Yi was still teaching her and Leng Can the techniques, she had already finished reading the books he had chosen for her and had applied them well in practice. Except for the medical knowledge which was rather obscure and took a long time to understand, the rest was relatively easy.

In just half a month, Cong Mo's physical condition had basically recovered, except for the book that controlled his inner demons.

She looked at the book on the table and flipped through a few pages. She couldn't tell why, but she felt disgusted by it.

"Xiao Mo!" Leng Can came running over with a basket in his arms. "I caught a big fish! My senior brother and master didn't catch a bigger fish than mine!"

"Bullshit!" Xi followed closely behind him, "I caught more than you, I'm the best, and it's obvious that Master's fishing skills are the worst."

The old man flew over them on his sword, "You two, this is extremely disrespectful!"