Reaffirm the plan

"Xiaocan, you are very beautiful."

"Xiaocan, you are really good at making people happy."

"Xiaocan, although you are weak, you will not run away just for yourself."

"Xiao Mo." Leng Can pursed his lips, tears welled up in his eyes, and he hugged her tightly, "Xiao Mo, you are so nice.

Cong Mo hugged him and patted his back to comfort him, "You too."

The moonlight was cunning, reflecting on the two figures, casting a blurry shadow, close together, indistinguishable from you and me.

Leng Can wiped away his tears, his conscience stinging. Cong Mo was so good to him, but he still wanted to seduce her and destroy her practice of the ruthless way. It was simply cruel.

He wanted to admit his purpose, "Xiao Mo, I want to tell you something."

Cong Mo gently grasped his shoulders and pushed him away, wiping away the tears from his eyes. "What's the matter?"

Leng Can clenched his fingers, "I..."

With a "bang", a cluster of fireballs passed by my ears and rushed straight into the bushes. The moment it approached, a cold light suddenly appeared. The fireball was sucked into the soft gel-like substance and gradually shrank into a wisp of gray smoke, disturbing the peace and the silent night.

Leng Can's body trembled as he watched everything in front of him stupidly. Everything happened within five seconds. Before he could react, Cong Mo grabbed him and dragged him behind him. Cong Mo raised his sword and said, "Yanhuo, are you still not convinced?"

The golden body of fireworks burned, and the arm had not yet grown. Cong Mo transformed the talisman into a black character and bound Leng Can's wrist to protect it. "The arm has not yet grown. It is really urgent."

Fireworks is vicious, "I will kill you."

"Kill me!" Cong Mo's eyes were filled with contempt, without any fear, but there was a sense of danger in his tone. "Yanhuo, I didn't mean to do this. It seems that you really don't want that arm anymore."

Fireworks felt his body ignite, and he lunged forward with his hind legs, roaring, "Give me your life!"

Cong Mo didn't move, staring at him silently, her pupils deep and calm as water, until Yan Huo rushed to within half a meter of her. The wind carried by the heat blew her hair. Under Yan Huo's astonishment, he saw the corner of Cong Mo's mouth curl up into a wicked smile, a mockery. Suddenly, a powerful force pressed down on him. His body lost strength for a moment, unable to move. His internal energy vanished at a perceptible speed, and he fell to the ground in an instant. The flames burning in his body immediately dissipated. He curled up in a ball, howling in pain, "Ah... Ah..."

Cong Mo half-knelt down, raised her sword and pointed it at Yanhuo's other arm, finding a similar position that was symmetrical to the other side. She raised her hand and slapped Yanhuo in the face, seeing his frightened look.

"Snap"

Yanhuo tilted his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His brain seemed to be dislocated from the impact. Cong Mo grabbed his long golden hair and said, "Yanhuo, do you really think I will let you control me? I said, I am your master."

The yellow talisman ignited, the ashes falling between his brows, revealing a black pattern. "This is the talisman your master made specifically for you. Anyone with the intent to attack, even if they come within half a meter of me, will experience swelling and pain all over their body, twisting from within, like an iron rod piercing their intestines."

She pressed down on the sword, the blade sinking into the flesh, blood spurting out, and even deeper pain came. "Yanhuo, if you call me master now, I will spare you."

Yanhuo clenched his teeth and stared at her, only groaning when the pain was severe.

Cong Mo slapped him again, and the sharp sword came down at once. With a violent scream, his arm broke and rolled down, and Yanhuo fainted from the pain.

Cong Mo showed a transparent sphere, and the fireworks were sucked into it. She hooked her finger and flew in that direction.

Pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood off his face, Cong Mo easily retracted the black words protecting Leng Can, "What did Xiao Can just want to say to me?"

Under the cover of his robe, Leng Can's body was shaking violently, his gums chattering, "I, I..."

"I'm afraid," Cong Mo said as he approached him. "Yan Huo is ferocious and has eaten many of his masters. He has a bad temper and is arrogant. If you want to tame him, you'll have to torture him a lot."

"I, I know." Leng Can raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, using the last bit of strength to prevent his legs from going weak and falling.

"If you're not afraid, Xiaocan, can you tell me what you were about to say?"

"I, I... hehe..." Leng Can really wanted to slap himself in the face for what he had just done. "No, nothing."

"Xiaocan, tell the truth." Cong Mo had just seen blood, and the murderous look in his eyes when he glanced at people could never make people feel at peace, but instead made them feel more tormented.

Leng Can wanted to run, if he could, but his legs were stiff and he couldn't move at all. He felt like Cong Mo was a demon crawling up from Hades, wanting to bite him to death. "Hahaha... I just want to tell Xiao Mo, I, I like you..."

Leng Can: ""

What the hell is he talking about!

"No, I..."

"I can't like you." Cong Mo looked at him deeply, as if feeling very sorry. "Xiao Can, I practice the Way of the Heartless, which prohibits the seven emotions and six desires. Even if I practiced other ways, I couldn't marry you. You are too weak and easy to die. I am not a very responsible person. If you and I became one, I am afraid that one day I would find you too troublesome and lose control and kill you."

Finally, he added, "I'm sorry."

Leng Can: "..."

He felt extremely frustrated. In Cong Mo's eyes, was he so useless?

Leng Can didn't believe it, "You think I'm a burden?"

"Yes," Cong Mo said seriously, "You don't know anything. You don't even have any qi, and you have no martial arts skills. You can only rely on others for protection. Naturally, you are a burden, and the most useless one."

Leng Can retorted, "I have a brain and I'm very smart."

"In the face of absolute force, intelligence is meaningless, and you are not a particularly intelligent person."

Leng Can: "..."

He was dissatisfied and sad. He asked again, "Were the compliments you just gave me fake?"

"No." Cong Mo shook his head. "I never lie. You are indeed very good-looking and can make people happy, but that has nothing to do with you being weak."

He felt that Cong Mo was so cruel, and the slight sense of guilt he felt disappeared without a trace.

Just wait, Cong Mo, I will definitely make sure that you cannot cultivate the ruthless way.

He turned and walked away, no longer feeling the fear he had just felt.

Cong Mo easily caught up with him and grabbed his wrist. "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Will you talk to me then?"

"Won't."

"Then you are angry."

"Am I not angry when I speak to you?"

Cong Mo walked around to him and nodded vigorously, "If you're angry, you won't talk to me. If you talk to me, it means you're not angry."

Leng Can took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then, while constantly comforting himself, he slapped Cong Mo's hand away and walked away. "Then I'm not angry. I'm talking to you. I'm sleepy. Let's go back to sleep."

Cong Mo stayed where he was, scratching his hair. "Xiao Can really not be angry? That's really strange."

When gathering at the training ground the next day, Leng Can had dark circles under his eyes and was too sleepy to open his eyes.

Cong Mo stuffed a hard-boiled egg into his hand and said, "I saved this especially for you, Xiaocan. Didn't you sleep well last night? Didn't we go back early?"

Leng Can glanced at her, snatched the egg, peeled it, and stuffed it into his mouth, looking at her angrily, "None of your business."

"Can……"

"You two may bring your swords." Senior Brother Li approached, his expression warm and gentle. "What you've learned today requires mind control. Now that you've signed a contract with the sword spirit, you can attempt to infuse your spiritual consciousness into the sword and control its flight."

He demonstrated, raising his hands and holding an ordinary wooden sword to his chest. Then, he closed his eyes, his body becoming light and ethereal. An aura of impenetrable power emerged around him. A wisp of translucent celestial energy flowed from his forehead and entered the wooden sword. The sword vibrated and occasionally rose into the air. Senior Brother Li smiled, "You can see clearly."

Cong Mo clasped his fists and bowed, "Yes."

Leng Can followed her movements and nodded, "Yes."

Senior Brother Qi raised his hand, and a transparent barrier descended from mid-air, separating the two. "It's easiest to focus on yourself when you're alone."

Cong Mo held the sword to his abdomen, and the spiritual energy in his body began to work.

Leng Can also closed his eyes like her, but his mind was completely elsewhere. His mind was filled with Cong Mo's face which was always calm.

He lay on the couch for half the night last night, unable to forget the words Cong Mo said to him. He even shed a few tears when he was deeply moved. Cong Mo really had no feelings for him, not even as a friend.

He regretted his soft-heartedness and hated Cong Mo's cruelty. How could she say that to him when he was obviously trying so hard?

Leng Can wiped away his tears of shame and vowed that he would never let Cong Mo become ruthless. Even if he had to use all his strength, he would turn Cong Mo's ruthlessness into affection, and then abandon her cruelly to let her taste his feelings.

He suddenly sat up, picked up the lantern beside the table, took a pen and paper and wrote down a ten thousand word plan. He wanted to make Cong Mo bow down to him.

By the time he came to his senses and broke away from his wonderful plan, Cong Mo's sword had already risen.

Li said happily, "As expected of Junior Sister Congmo!"

Cong Mo exhaled, and the golden sword slowly fell into his hand. "I already know the key points, but it will take time to learn how to fly. I hope Brother can give me a clear place."

"Of course." He waved his hand, and the barrier was lifted. "There's a hidden portal under the willow tree to the east. Junior Sister, you can go through there."

"Thank you, Senior Brother. I..."

"Wait!" Leng Can had seen enough of the fight between the two. He held the sword in one hand and pounded the barrier with the other. He glanced at Cong Mo cautiously, but said to Xi, "Senior Brother Xi, I want to go too."

But the two of them acted as if they didn't hear his words. They looked at each other and Cong Mo quickly left without even glancing at Leng Can. No matter how Leng Can called out, it was useless.

Leng Can stared at her back, his anger rising. "Cong Mo, you are too ruthless! You..."

"Junior Brother Leng Can." Xi interrupted his anger with a smile, "Junior Sister Cong Mo has gone far away and can't hear you anymore."

"I..." Leng Can was a bit of a snob, and seeing the kind smile on his face, he couldn't say anything. After mumbling for a long time, he finally hummed out, "I understand."

Yi was still gentle and warm. "Junior sister, I did this for you, junior brother, so that you don't lose your concentration and waste all your efforts. You've wasted so much time concentrating your mental strength."

"I, I..." Leng Can tightly gripped the sword and couldn't utter a word for a long time.