Sleep together?

Unfortunately, after wasting the whole morning, Leng Can's stomach was growling with hunger, but the sword in his hand was still not steady.

Yu lost his patience early on and found an excuse that his presence would disturb him so he went to the vegetable garden to take care of the flowers and plants, saying that the barrier would open naturally when lunchtime came.

Leng Can felt irritated and depressed. He squatted on the ground and looked at the sword in his hand, wanting to throw it away.

"What a broken sword!" Leng Can had been served since he was a child, and had never suffered such grievances. No one paid attention to him and left him alone there, as if they hated him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. If Cong Mo really hated him, he would be so angry that he would destroy the entire town.

Cong Mo would never dare to do that. If he dared...

"The master is very angry!"

"Who!" Leng Can was startled by the sudden voice, fell to the ground with a thud, and looked around in panic.

"If the barrier can't be opened, who else could it be?" A wisp of light blue fairy air floated out from the hilt of the sword, gradually transforming into a fish-tailed human figure. She stared at him with lowered eyes, and even her pure blue eyes could reveal some impatience. Without Cong Mo, she didn't have to pretend to be that submissive quail. "Master, the master is not here, why are you so sad?"

"What's the big master and the little master?" Leng Can was not convinced. "Muxue, didn't you say that I am your only master?"

"Yes!" Mu Xue tucked her blue hair behind her ears and squeezed in to sit next to him, "So she is the big master, and you are the master."

“…”

Leng Can twitched his lips. Thinking of the words that moved Cong Mo yesterday, he felt that he was mentally retarded. Everyone, no, not just people, would only believe in her, and he was just an accessory and insignificant.

Leng Can asked again, "If my Xiaomo has a conflict, who will you help?"

"Of course I hide!" Mu Xue said without hesitation, "Master, I can't help you. I can't even beat Yan Huo, let alone the master. The most I can do is help you when you fight with Li. He is still no problem."

"Haha...you are quite affectionate and righteous!"

"After all, if you die, I'll have to find another master, which will be very troublesome. After all, no one likes to have someone else's scent on their sword spirit."

Leng Can: “…”

He simply propped himself up on his arms and lay on the ground, looking up at her, "Muxue, tell me, do I have any advantages that you don't have?"

Leng Can is very persistent and he doesn't like to be a loser.

Mu Xue stared at her tail and thought, "Master is very... warm. When I first saw you in the vines, Master felt completely out of place there. Yi was cold, and so was the Great Master. Yan Huo was dying, and I couldn't sense his fate. But Master is like a furnace, always making me want to get close. He's completely different from the entire Wuqing Mountain, just like... ah!"

Mu Xue instantly turned into a wisp of smoke and dispersed in the air.

A cold voice sounded at the same time, "You are so leisurely and elegant, you don't even want to eat?"

Leng Can jumped up immediately, "Cong Mo, what are you doing? Where did you take Mu Xue? I haven't finished listening to her speech yet."

Cong Mo leaned down slightly and closed the distance. "She just returned to the sword. What were you talking about?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Leng Can supported himself and stepped back, picked up his sword and turned to leave, "I'm going to eat."

Cong Mo grabbed his wrist and asked, "Xiao Can, do you have a secret with me?"

Leng Can shook her off, "Everyone has secrets."

Cong Mo landed where he was and said firmly, "But I didn't."

During lunch, Leng Can changed his usual behavior and stopped chattering around her. Cong Mo vaguely realized that he seemed to be angry again.

But why?

"Xiao Can, why are you angry?" Cong Mo stopped him before he stepped into the house. "You are the one who hid things from me, not me from you. I am not angry, so why should you be unhappy?"

Leng Can crossed his arms and said calmly, "I'm not angry."

"But you don't talk to me."

"Isn't this what you expected?" Leng Can said this, his eyes misted with anxiety, and the corners of his eyes were red. His disguise completely collapsed. He turned around and wiped his eyes, "You were the one who didn't talk to me first."

Cong Mo was eager to explain, "When did I..."

Her mind flashed, and she hurriedly realized what Leng Can was talking about. "That's because you weren't paying attention. Flying a sword requires a long period of concentration. You don't have the talent for cultivation, and your foundation is weak. Naturally, I couldn't disturb you at that time."

"You humiliate me!"

"When will I..."

"Go away." Leng Can suddenly pushed her away regardless, grabbed the door and slammed it shut. The wind that came with it disturbed her heart.

This was the second time she was rejected by Leng Can since she came here, but she still didn't understand the reason.

Why?

Cong Mo went to look for a teacher of love.

"You want to apply for monthly silver?"

"Yes." Cong Mo said calmly, "I don't have any money left, but Leng Can is angry, and the roast chicken down the mountain is very expensive."

"Haha..." The love teacher stroked his beard and laughed, "A roast chicken can coax him into good health?"

"That's the way it should be. He likes roast chicken."

The food in Wuqing Mountain is mostly light. Although it is not completely without meat, heavily seasoned food is almost not allowed. Leng Can is picky about food. Once the novelty of these few days wears off, he will probably ask to go down the mountain to find some snacks. Cong Mo thought that if he bought him a roast chicken now, he would be in a good mood no matter how angry he was.

The Master of Love said sensibly, "It'll take at least an hour to go back and forth. The weather is gloomy today, and it's likely to rain heavily. So, afternoon training is canceled. Why not wait until dinner time for the forager to request a fresh chicken and roast it yourself? The fireworks should be almost back online by then, so don't waste your talent."

Cong Mo suddenly realized something, and he immediately set off the fireworks when he got home. "Help me roast a chicken in the evening."

Yan Huo was already feeling suffocated, and his two broken arms had only just grown back halfway. He didn't want to yell at Cong Mo, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. "I'm a dignified sword spirit, and you want me to roast a chicken?"

"Yes." Cong Mo said calmly, "The immortal world is at peace. Your fire is currently of only this use."

"I won't do it!" Fireworks was angry, fireworks exploded, fireworks surrendered.

Cong Mo blew away the yellow talisman, "Yan Huo, pay attention to the heat when roasting the chicken. I don't quite understand how to make it."

Fireworks: “…”

He doesn't understand, so how could I, as a sword spirit, know?

As the Master of Love had said, when Cong Mo flew up to mid-air on her sword, she could indeed feel the raindrops falling, and the rain was getting bigger. She was used to sleeping on rainy days, and the coldness penetrated her body, but she felt sleepy. She flew her sword in a hurry to the side hall. When she looked down halfway, she happened to see a familiar figure running wildly in the rain, being blown crookedly by the wind.

The umbrella he was holding was one he made himself.

"Xiaocan!" Cong Mo flew down on his sword and shouted to him.

The figure who was still running stopped and looked around with an umbrella before realizing the source of the sound. He raised his head and big raindrops hit his eyes, as if the tears left by the person floating in the air entered his eyes. He wanted to know if her tears tasted salty like those of ordinary people.

It took him a long time to open his eyes, and he saw a woman in gray clothes falling in the wind. The rain was avoiding her, but the wind messed up her neat hair, dragging it into the complicated world, staining it with the mortal world. She was like a seductive witch in a dream, taking away his few annoying rationalities.

He swallowed his saliva, and when he came to his senses, the umbrella had been blown away by the wind. It was the umbrella she gave him.

"Umbrella!" Leng Can said anxiously.

But the wind brought a gust of dust that blinded his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the umbrella was gone. Raindrops poured down, wetting his clothes.

Cong Mo landed on the ground in time and grabbed him, "You still have one in your hand."

Leng Can stared at the distance unwillingly, "I like that one."

"I'll go look for it when the rain stops. Don't worry." Cong Mo took the umbrella from his arms and opened it with a trembling hand. Under the umbrella, he held his arm and stepped on the sword. "Hold me tight. You'll be scared when I fly away in a while."

Her promises always made people feel at ease. Leng Can pouted, but still listened to her and hugged her shoulders tightly, "Then you should control the sword more steadily."

"Of course." Cong Mo held the umbrella above her head. The raindrops hitting the umbrella made crackling sounds, which seemed extremely vivid. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them, the sword was slowly flying up.

Leng Can had never flown before, so he was naturally scared. He huddled behind Cong Mo, not daring to open his eyes, for fear that he would be frightened and fall down when he saw that there was nothing under his feet.

Cong Mo asked him, "Are you here to bring me an umbrella?"

"No."

"Then who are you giving it to? Senior Brother Xi, Master?" Cong Mo ruled them out one by one. "There are only four of us on the entire mountain. No, Senior Brother Xi doesn't even count as a human being."

"My brother will be unhappy if you say that."

"Why?" Cong Mo was puzzled. "He is indeed not a human."

Leng Can: “…”

Well, what Cong Mo said is not wrong.

"Are you here to look for me?" Cong Mo asked again.

Leng Can blushed where she couldn't see, "You already know, yet you're still asking? If not, who else can I look for you?"

"How did you know I was at the training ground?"

"Muxue said that she can sense your breath."

Cong Mo suddenly laughed out loud, "Like a clever dog."

Leng Can pinched her arm and said, "How can you say that about her?"

"I'm not wrong." Cong Mo patted the back of his hand gently, "Hold tighter, we're almost there, we'll land."

Leng Can quickly closed his eyes after opening them, and hummed in a nasal voice, "Hmm."

Cong Mo had just learned how to fly the sword that morning, so he was not very proficient. When he landed, he could not stop immediately and had to slide some distance, almost hitting the door.

She stuffed the umbrella into Leng Can's hands and said, "Come down, we're here."

Leng Can was attached to her body temperature and smell, and slowly let go of her hand, "You're all wet, do you want to change clothes?"

"Yeah." Cong Mo put away his sword, which was covered with some dirt. "But I need to sleep first. It's hard for me to stay awake for long in this kind of weather."

"What do you mean?"

"It means I'm very sleepy."

Cong Mo yawned, "You should come back earlier too."

Leng Can grabbed the tail of her clothes and asked, "Do you want to sleep together?"

"?"

Leng Can blinked his big eyes, "Mu Xue said I was warm, but Jueqing Mountain is very cold, and it will only get worse after the rain today. Xiao Mo, you always fear the cold, so isn't it nice to have a human stove like me?"

To be honest, Cong Mo hesitated because she was indeed a little cold.