Chapter 59 The Cat is Still Soft-Hearted
Before he could finish his words, his outstretched wrist was grabbed by a seemingly white and delicate hand at lightning speed.
Immediately afterwards, a huge force came that he was completely unable to resist. The whole person was swung up like a broken sack and slammed hard against the wall.
The other two men hadn't reacted yet. They saw a flash before their eyes and were kicked hard in the stomach. The severe pain made them hunch over like shrimps in an instant and fall to the ground wailing.
Scarface was knocked unconscious after the fall and struggled to get up, but was horrified to find that the boy who had looked harmless just now was now looking down at him condescendingly.
His eyes were as cold as a deep frozen pool, making him shiver all over. This was not a little white rabbit at all, but a demon!
At this moment, Mo Li's ears moved slightly, sensing a familiar breath rapidly approaching the entrance of the inn.
The coldness in his eyes disappeared in an instant, as fast as if it had never appeared.
He quickly took two steps back and leaned against the wall, his body trembling slightly, a look of fear on his face, his eyes quickly turning red, and his voice filled with tears.
"You...you don't come over here! I really don't have any money! Please don't hit me!"
He looked like a helpless teenager being bullied by a bully.
Scarface and the two thugs on the ground were all stunned. They covered their aching stomachs and chests and watched Mo Li's face-changing performance. They almost doubted their lives. They were obviously the ones getting beaten!
"Stop!" An angry shout came from the door.
As soon as Bai Qingchen left the inn, he heard traces of fighting behind him. He hurried back and saw Mo Li shivering in the corner, surrounded by three ferocious-looking men. He was immediately furious.
He flashed and appeared behind the three men like a ghost. With a wave of his robe sleeve, a gentle force containing irresistible power directly knocked the three dazed thugs away, and they fell heavily on the floor of the inn lobby and rolled into a ball.
"Get out!" Bai Qingchen spat out a word coldly, his eyes as sharp as a knife.
The three dared not stay any longer, and fled out of the inn in a hurry, not even daring to look back.
Bai Qingchen immediately walked over to Mo Li and held his still shaking shoulders, his tone filled with concern and self-blame: "Mo Li, are you okay? It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left you here alone."
He was very annoyed. Mo Li said that he knew some kung fu, so Bai Qingchen thought that he should be able to protect himself, so he left him alone. But he forgot that Mo Li was injured and was still a child. Even if he knew martial arts, it would be difficult for him to face three strong men.
Mo Li leaned into Bai Qingchen's arms, a little sparkle still hanging in the corner of his eyes, and his voice was choked with fear: "Brother Qingchen, I'm fine, I'm glad you're back."
He looked up at Bai Qingchen, his eyes filled with pure dependence and admiration, "Brother Qingchen, you were so amazing just now. Are you the immortal described in the storybooks?"
Bai Qingchen felt a little embarrassed by his gaze and patted him on the back gently: "I guess so. It's okay. Don't be afraid."
Looking at Mo Li's frightened expression, he realized that his plan of renting a house and letting him move in had completely gone to waste.
He really didn't feel comfortable leaving the boy alone in a place like this.
At night, Bai Qingchen was meditating in the room when he heard faint footsteps outside the door, followed by a gentle knock on the door.
"Brother Qingchen, are you asleep?" Mo Li's voice sounded outside the door, with a hint of timidity and uneasiness.
"I'm a little scared to be alone. Can I come in?"
Bai Qingchen sighed, stood up and opened the door. Mo Li was standing outside the door holding a pillow, wearing a thin inner garment, with eyes like a frightened deer.
Thinking of what happened during the day, Bai Qingchen felt even more guilty. He moved aside to let him in: "Come in, sleep here tonight."
Mo Li immediately smiled with relief, climbed onto the bed with a pillow in his arms, and slept on the inside consciously, leaving room for Bai Qingchen.
Bai Qingchen shook his head, turned off the light and lay down outside the bed with his clothes on.
Monks don't need to sleep, they can just meditate, but perhaps because he was tired from traveling during the day, or perhaps because the breath of the person lying next to him made him feel at ease, Bai Qingchen closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, his consciousness gradually became blurred, and he fell into sleep.
In the darkness, listening to the even and long breathing sounds coming from beside him, Mo Li, who had originally closed his eyes obediently, slowly opened his eyes.
Those deep eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness, filled with deep and unbreakable attachment and love, without any disguise.
He turned sideways, staring at Bai Qingchen's sleeping profile carefully and almost greedily, his fingertips tracing his outline in the air, his eyes filled with incomparable piety.
The next morning, Bai Qingchen woke up and felt something strange about his lips. He licked them subconsciously and felt a slight tingling sensation and some swelling. He frowned in confusion and sat up.
Mo Li also woke up at the right time, rubbing his eyes with an innocent look on his face: "Brother Qingchen, good morning."
"Good morning." Bai Qingchen touched his swollen and painful lips and asked doubtfully, "Mo Li, last night... did you feel any insects? My mouth seems to have been bitten by something, and it's a little swollen."
Mo Li blinked, bewildered. "Bugs? No, I slept very well and didn't hear anything."
He took a closer look and asked with concern, "It's really swollen. Does it hurt, Brother Qingchen? Do you want some medicine?"
Bai Qingchen saw that he looked clueless, and then felt it carefully again. Apart from a little swelling and stinging, there was no other discomfort.
The monk had a strong physique, so this little problem would probably heal quickly. He waved his hand and said, "Forget it. Maybe I accidentally bumped into something during the night. It's just a small thing, don't worry about it."
He stood up, packed his clothes, thought for a moment, and decided to go to the horse market in town to buy another horse.
Mo Li was a grown man of fifteen or sixteen years old. It was indeed not very convenient and not conducive to traveling for him to always ride on the same horse with him.
When they arrived at the horse market, Bai Qingchen picked out a horse that looked docile and strong. He paid the money and when he led the horse back, Mo Li was waiting there quietly.
"Mo Li, this horse is for you." Bai Qingchen handed over the reins.
Mo Li looked at the reins handed to him, then looked at the horse next to Bai Qingchen that he had ridden yesterday. The smile on his face seemed to freeze for a moment, and a hint of extreme displeasure flashed across the depths of his eyes, but he covered it up in an instant.
He put on a sweet smile and took the reins: "Thank you, Brother Qingchen! This horse looks so energetic!"
The two men mounted their horses and headed along the road leading to Muling.
Mo Li rode his horse behind Bai Qingchen. After walking for a while, he suddenly spoke, his tone filled with the curiosity and yearning unique to young people.
"Brother Qingchen, you're an immortal. Can you fly on a sword like in the storybooks? You can fly up to the sky in a flash and go wherever you want. How fast!"
Bai Qingchen's hands gripping the reins tightened slightly, and his ears felt a little hot.
He couldn't just say that it was because his cultivation hadn't reached the late stage of foundation building and his spiritual power was not enough to support flying the sword. That would be too embarrassing.
He replied vaguely, "Well... I can fly a sword, but... the roads in Muling Mountain are rugged and the forest is deep and dense. Flying a sword is not as convenient as riding a horse to explore."
He found a fairly reasonable excuse to get away with it, and hurriedly urged his horse to go a few faster steps to hide his embarrassment.
Mo Li looked at Bai Qingchen's slightly quickening back, and a hint of understanding flashed in the depths of his eyes, so fast that it was impossible to catch.
He kicked the horse lightly in the belly and followed obediently without asking any further questions.
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