Both backbones have fallen
The front and back were both key areas, and they were all bare. I didn't know what to cover, and I didn't dare to look at Cong Mo.
A man nearly two meters tall, curled up into a ball, with only his white back and round head exposed.
Like a little mouse stealing oil, so pitiful.
It's over,
All seen...
His innocence was completely gone.
Cong Mo must be responsible for him.
"Don't be shy." Cong Mo forced himself to stand up, and went to the cupboard in the corner to find a large green robe that had been there for who knows when, and put it on him. "It's just a body. I saw it when you were unconscious. Besides, there's no difference between people. Don't be shy about it, it's meaningless."
"What do you mean by meaningless?" Leng Can pulled the robe over and put it on. Although the robe was wide, it was still too short for him. Leng Can hastily fastened the belt. "It smells like herbs."
"Maybe... it passed through while I was cooking herbs."
"Really?" Leng Can turned around, feeling a little unattractive, and looked at Cong Mo with an embarrassed look on his face, "Does it look good?"
Cong Mo sat on the stone couch, somewhat confused about the source of his question. Even if Leng Can was just a clothes hanger, it would still look strange on her, even if she was a bit of a clothes hanger. But she had learned how to deal with this situation, and she lied calmly, "It looks good. It looks really good on you."
"Hey..." Leng Can was embarrassed by her praise, and his already thin face turned even more red. He tugged at his clothes, his whole body exuding a sweet breath, "Xiao Mo, since you looked at me, you have to be responsible for me."
"I'm already responsible for you, there's no need for further explanation." Cong Mo's expression grew increasingly grim. He leaned back on the stone couch, barely raising his body to look at him. "Is your body adapting well? Try running and jumping. This is my first time shaping my body, so there might be some inaccuracies."
"How can there be anything wrong? Xiaomo is the most powerful person in the world, and also my...most...most...person." Leng Can glanced at her, and then for some reason, he happily ran around the room, "I'm not dead, I'm alive! Xiaomo, I see you again! We can be together forever... It's so good to be alive..."
"Yeah." Seeing him happy, Cong Mo's mood also improved, but her body was not as she wished. She covered her chest and felt her body churning inside.
The taste of rust rose in his mouth, and he looked at Leng Can's cheerful expression, but he couldn't laugh anymore.
He leaned on the edge of the couch and couldn't hold on and vomited blood.
"Poof...cough cough...vomit..."
"Xiao Mo!" Leng Can's originally happy expression was immediately replaced by worry. He hurried over, knelt on the ground, and held up her face. "What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly vomiting blood? Wasn't it just..."
"It's okay." Cong Mo suppressed the unbearable stirring in his heart, gently patted the back of his hand, and sat up on his arm. "I won't die, don't worry."
"Then why is it still..."
"Are you really okay... cough..." As he said that, Cong Mo fell to the ground again, spitting out blood.
"Xiao Mo!"
Leng Can was really panicking this time. He hurriedly grabbed her coat, supported her neck, and wiped the corner of her mouth. The clothes she had just put on were quickly stained with blood. "Please, I just woke up. It must be because of the body shaping. If I had known earlier, I would..."
"I didn't know this earlier." Cong Mo gasped for breath, blood flowing from his nose. "I...certainly, I won't...let you...die..."
"What about you? You can't die either..." Leng Can supported her, tears rolling out of his eyes like beads from a broken string.
"Don't die, I just got back, what will I do if you die!"
"I beg you, Xiaomo, I beg you!"
"Don't die. What's wrong with you? You shouldn't have saved me. I shouldn't have..."
"Leng Can!" Cong Mo shouted at him, trying to regain his composure. "Don't blame yourself. I saved you entirely out of selfish motives."
Leng Can's mind was confused, and he didn't understand what she was saying at all. He held her waist and wanted to carry her to the couch. "What selfish motives? I just want us both to live."
"Yes, they are all alive." Cong Mo held his arm and collapsed into his arms.
"I just consumed too much spiritual energy. Take me to the ice room and let me sleep. I will be fine after sleeping for a while. Nothing else will happen." Cong Mo leaned in his arms, his consciousness gradually becoming dizzy.
"Okay, Bingshi, I'll take you to the Bingshi now." Leng Can picked her up sideways and ran towards the Bingshi.
Cong Mo, in his arms, spoke to himself, "I haven't seen Master since that brief moment of bringing you back. This time, I'll be in a coma for at least... ahem... six months, maybe even longer. Tell Master that the thunder punishment will have to wait until I come out. Don't let Wuqing Mountain bear the responsibility. Tell Brother not to feel guilty, as none of this has anything to do with him. For the next six months, Wuqing Mountain must also be guarded. The Demon Realm has been damaged, so there shouldn't be any more trouble in the short term. I've also reinforced the barrier on Wuqing Mountain, which is completely protected. No one can enter without your permission."
"What about me? You've given me so many instructions, but what about me?"
Leng Can's tears hit her chest and melted into the blood she vomited, as if tears and blood melted together.
Cong Mo raised her arm, trying her best, but she could only touch his neck, blood smeared on it. She uttered the last two words with difficulty.
"wait for me…"
When she looked down, she had fainted.
"Xiao Mo!"
"Xiao Mo!"
He quickly picked her up and ran to the back mountain.
then,
A sword spirit was carrying an old man covered in wounds and blood on his back, and another man was holding Cong Mo, who was almost soaked in blood and had lost consciousness, in his chest. They ran into an enemy in the back mountain.
When they saw each other, Leng Can and Yu were stunned, feeling both surprised and sad.
They were surprised to meet each other and find that they were both still alive, but sad that the two backbones of Wuqing Mountain fell at the same time.
The tears that had finally stopped fell out again.
"Brother... wuwu..."
"Junior brother... wuwu..."
The two of them only dared to wail once, and then hurriedly ran towards the ice room even faster.
"Yours, mine."
"good!"
Leng Can put Cong Mo on the ice bed, took some water to wipe his body, took a deep breath, took some silk cloth to wrap around his eyes, groped with his hands, helped Cong Mo wipe his body, and changed him into clean clothes.
I leaned forward and sniffed her breath, only then did I feel relieved when I heard her light breathing.
"Go to sleep."
Then she wiped away her tears, closed the door quietly, and went to the ice room next door to help apply medicine to the old man's wound.
"Brother, why is it so serious? How could this happen..." Xi cried while carefully helping him apply the medicine.
The old man said weakly, "You're crying like this. How can I... ahem... explain to you just now?"
"I know, I am... the eldest brother..."
"Master, Senior Brother..." Leng Can pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the wound that exposed the bone, he almost couldn't hold back his tears. When he saw the young face of the old man Qingyi when he turned around, he was stunned again. "You, who are you?"
"Junior brother, you're confused." He invited him in. "This is Master, he's just a little younger. I'll explain everything to you slowly after this is over. Go wash your hands. You apply the spiritual herbs while I transfer spiritual energy to Master."
"Okay." Leng Can hesitated for a moment and then immediately did as he said.
The old man half opened his eyes and looked at him despite the pain. "Leng Can is back, that's great. Where's Cong Mo?"
"Xiao Mo..." Leng Can pursed his lips tightly, not wanting to show his fear. "She has used up too much spiritual energy saving me and is resting inside. Master, don't worry. She's fine and will wake up soon."
He blinked and looked at Leng Can without saying anything.
"That's good. The Immortal Mountain will rely on the three of you for the next few days. I will probably need to rest for a while." The old man Qingyi was drowsy and almost leaned on Leng Can. "You must protect Wuqing Mountain."
"Master, don't worry." Leng Can sniffled, looking at the skin and flesh turned outward, his heart naturally distressed. He covered it with spiritual herbs and could still feel the old man trembling with pain. "We will definitely protect Wuqing Mountain."
"With that, I... cough cough..." The old man lost his balance and fell back onto his shoulder, unable to hold on any longer.
She glanced at him, a smile forming on her lips, and then closed her eyes.
“Master!”
"elder brother!"
When Leng Can and Xi came out of the ice room, it was already evening and the sun was half set behind the mountain.
Leng Can's chest was covered in blood. He carried the exhausted Xi on his back and stopped at the setting sun. "Brother, do you want to watch the sunset?"
The orange light shone on the two of them, and the scorching temperature seemed to be able to melt them.
"So beautiful." She put her arms around his neck and raised her head, "Junior brother, let me down and look at it for a while."
"Well, go slower." Leng Can put him on the stone bench, supported his arm, and then sat on the grass so that he could lean on him.
Both of them had bruises under their eyes, their eyes were swollen, and their eyeballs were full of red bloodshot, but their tears had long since dried up and they couldn't even cry.
"Such a beautiful sun is really rare."
"Yeah." Leng Can leaned on his waist, his posture dependent, "Brother, thank goodness."
"Lucky what?" Yi raised his hand and gently peeled back his messy hair. Many strands were stained with blood and were stuck together. "Go take a hot bath later. The smell of blood all over your body is too strong. Wuqing Mountain has always been known for its simplicity and elegance. If we look like this, we will ruin that reputation."
"Well, it's time to take a shower." Leng Can took his hand and whispered, "Let's take a shower together. You've consumed too much spiritual energy, and I'm worried about it."
"Well, let's go together. Let's heat up the hot spring in the back mountain and take a bath there. I'll help you wash your hair."
"good."
The two stopped talking and looked up at the sky at the same time. The two lonely figures continued to lengthen under the refraction of the setting sun. They watched the sun set little by little, from warm yellow-orange light, to half-hidden shadows, to complete darkness, without even a star to be found.
Leng Can woke up Xi, who had fallen asleep long ago, and carried him to the hot spring in the back mountain.
"The water is already heated. I'll go get some clothes. Can you help me recover?"
"Yeah." Xi sank into the spring water, his body wrapped in hot water. He was too lazy to speak and just nodded.
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