How can a mere ruthless Tao stop me?
Leng Can looked into her confused and empty eyes, and hesitated for a moment, unable to articulate his thoughts. "Forget it..."
He sighed and let go of her. "Wait a minute. I'll get dressed and go with you."
"good."
After dinner, Leng Can returned to the bedroom with the black cat in his arms.
Cong Mo looked at his back and felt that the scene was strange and weird.
Leng Can once...
I never leave my back to her.
She seemed... not to like this scene. She rushed forward and grabbed Leng Can's arm, scaring the cat in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Leng Can's arm hurt from being grabbed by her, and his expression was not very good. "You grabbed me and it hurts a little."
Cong Mo blinked and immediately let go of him. "Sorry, I... didn't mean it."
"It's okay. What's going on?"
Cong Mo looked at his serious questioning expression, revealing a confused and ignorant expression. But the words he opened were like an explosion of thunder, "Leng Can, should I... like you?"
"Ah? What? What, what?" Leng Can's mouth twitched, and he was completely confused about what was happening. Is Cong Mo confessing to him?
But what does "should like" mean?
"No, Congmo, do you know what it means to think twice before you act?" Leng Can's hands and feet were shaking, but he still pretended to be calm. "What do you mean by that? What do you mean by 'should like'? Well, if you like it, you like it. If you don't like it, you hate it. No one forced you. What are you talking about? Our relationship is not forced. The word 'should' is very inappropriate, Congmo."
He shouted, his lips trembling, "Can you give me an explanation?"
"I..." Cong Mo covered her chest. The dull pain had been irritating her since a while ago. It was as if her soul was being forcibly pulled out and constantly struggling. She just wanted to quickly escape from everything in the present. "...I can't explain it clearly. I don't understand it either. I'm sorry. I was abrupt. I have to go."
"Where do you want to go?" Leng Can took two steps forward and grabbed her wrist, his eyes filled with sorrow.
What exactly does Cong Mo mean?
After teasing him, do you deny yourself and abandon him?
How could Cong Mo be so cruel!
What is he in Cong Mo's eyes?
Leng Can couldn't help himself, his voice already laced with tears, "Cong Mo, how could you... be so cruel?"
"No...Puff..." Cong Mo's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Cong Mo!" Everything happened too suddenly. Leng Can immediately knelt on the ground. The black cat jumped out of his arms at the right time and stood to the side on all fours. Its green eyes didn't even move, and it seemed to be very frightened.
Cong Mo raised her hand to cover her mouth, blood dripping from between her fingers, but she had never felt so refreshed before, as if all the pain was flowing through her spiritual veins and pouring into her heart, making her unable to resist and unable to think.
"Cong Mo! Cong Mo!" Leng Can supported her, and big tears rolled down and fell on Cong Mo's hand, mixing with the blood, but it was hotter than blood and more unbearable.
Leng Can cried and apologized to her, grabbing her arm and trying to help her up, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have forced you to question me, get up, I'll help you up."
"No." Cong Mo held his hand to stop his movement, raised the other hand that looked relatively clean, and gently stroked his neck. His eyes showed unprecedented gentleness and softness, which Leng Can had never seen before. They were eyes with emotion, no longer bottomless holes.
"I... like you." Cong Mo's eyes were covered with a layer of water waves, moist, with a light color, making it impossible to tell what was inside.
Leng Can was completely unable to hear what she was saying. He grabbed her hand and tried to pull her away, "Hurry up and go find Master. Stop trying to coax me when you're already vomiting blood!"
Cong Mo was very weak, and her strength was no match for his at the moment. Leng Can put his arm around her back and was about to pick her up. She blinked and found it funny to see Leng Can's tearful face.
So cute.
"Leng Can."
"Stop talking, I'll pick you up." Leng Can was frightened by her and felt weak and his legs were soft. He used all his strength to hold her tightly in his arms. It was only then that he realized how small Cong Mo was. She was buried in his chest and he could hardly see her.
Leng Can cried even harder, yelling at Cong Mo not to let her die, "Cong Mo! It's almost time, don't die! Don't die!"
The black cat followed them closely, meowing as if calling Cong Mo.
Cong Mo leaned in his arms, caressing Leng Can's face. She could feel the love roots and spiritual veins in her body draining away bit by bit. She would soon no longer be able to understand her true feelings. "Leng Can, stop, lower your head... look at me."
Leng Can couldn't control his tears, his face was covered with tears. He didn't stop his movements, but just lowered his head, "Look at what you are doing..."
A smile appeared on Cong Mo's lips. She raised herself up with all her strength, stroked Leng Can's face, and covered it with her lips.
“…boo…”
The moment their lips touched, Leng Can's perception of the world faded, and only his lips and teeth were intertwined with Cong Moyu, and he tasted the taste of blood and tears.
Salty, bitter, and filled with endless regret.
"I love you."
After saying this, Cong Mo seemed to have exhausted all his strength, fell into his arms, and fainted.
Leng Can's mouth was full of blood and he looked in a terrible state. His legs went limp and he knelt down, but his hands were tightly wrapped around Cong Mo and he didn't dare to let go.
"Master! Master!"
“Master! Master!”
"Cong Mo vomited blood and became stupid!"
The old man had taken off his clothes and was called out by Leng Can's shout, "What's the matter?"
Cong Mo was also shocked to see his arms full of blood, and quickly used his spiritual power to check and treat his injuries.
In less than half an hour, the old man helped Congmo lie down and said, "Congmo is fine, don't worry."
"But...she vomited blood?" Leng Can's eyes were filled with tears, and he cried like a tearful person. His already swollen eyes were now narrowed into slits. "Master, what happened to her? Can you tell me?"
"Alas!" The old man shook his head, "Cong Mo vomited blood this time only because his sexual desire was blocked."
"What does this mean?"
At this point, hiding it from Leng Can was meaningless. The old man picked out the parts of the story that could be told and told him, "Cong Mo's emotional roots are missing. If she compensates with emotions, it can be restored. Although the chance is extremely small, it is not impossible if she gives 100% of her heart. Since she entered the fairy mountain, her emotional roots have been nurtured to half, which requires a lot of time and emotional preparation. For some reason, the past few days, her emotional roots have not only not increased, but have decreased. The disturbance in her body today is also due to the balance between the desire to increase her emotional roots and the strong resistance. Don't panic."
"Then..." Leng Can was confused, "Will she be like this again in the future?"
He had never seen Cong Mo so weak.
"I don't know yet." The old man shook his head. "Love roots cannot be controlled by magical instruments, they can only be nurtured through emotions. I still need your help."
"Wh, what do you mean?"
"Leng Can, she actually has feelings for you, and it's up to you to cultivate that affection."
"I, I'll do it." Leng Can was in a trance. "I, Xiaomo is very, very..."
He couldn't explain why, but he suddenly had to bear such a heavy burden. Something that was not allowed to happen on Wuqing Mountain was now something he had to do openly.
"Master, is this...appropriate?" He couldn't tell whether he was excited or annoyed, as a tangled emotion overwhelmed him.
"Just treat it as a rescue. If Cong Mo loses his love, the consequences will be very serious. If you don't want me to, I will look for someone else."
"No." Leng Can immediately retorted, "Others, others are not allowed."
"I am your Master, and you are the Sword Spirit. You are the only one who can handle this vast Wuqing Mountain." The old man put pressure on him, "You have known her the longest, so you are the most suitable."
Leng Can was already secretly implementing his plan. Now that he could do it boldly, why wouldn't he be willing to do it? "Will Xiao Mo still be like this in the future?"
"This only happens when emotions are running high, and it's usually manageable. What did you just do? Why is she so impulsive?"
"I didn't do anything." Leng Can felt wronged. "I was angry, and then she brought me a cat, and then I cried, and then..."
He remembered the kiss mixed with blood and tears, and subconsciously concealed it. "She...no, it's nothing. We didn't do anything."
"Okay then," said the old man. "Cong Mo will sleep here tonight. The spiritual energy here is abundant, which will help her recover faster. You should go back first. She will wake up tomorrow and will probably be confused about what happened today. Don't feel disappointed."
"I want to stay here." Leng Can scratched his head. "Since, as Master said, to help Cong Mo's love grow, I have to stay with her everywhere and stick to her. Isn't that what Master taught me, bah, my brother? If someone has feelings for you, never give up easily. I can stay here tonight."
"Alright." The old man gently stroked his head, "Then I'll go back first."
"Well, goodbye, Master."
The growth of love is painful, but it is a punishment that goes against the laws of nature, and they cannot avoid it and can only accept it head-on.
The old man Qing Yi felt sorry for him. Most of what he said to Leng Can was exaggerated. The vomiting of blood today was due to the two-phase confrontation caused by Cong Mo's love root spirit body sensing the growth trend of the love root and accelerating the absorption. In this way, Cong Mo's original love root base would be established, and the original foundation would not be absorbed. However, it would be even more difficult to grow it further, and it was almost impossible.
But only by persuading Leng Can can Cong Mo be more moved and protect her and the entire world.
The old man shook his head. What his master had done was really a dilemma. He was in a difficult position and was in a difficult position!
There is no way a master would harm his disciple.
Leng Can in the house felt that the task was of great importance, so he clenched his fists and decided to redouble his efforts to seduce Cong Mo and lure her into his hands.
This time he had a legitimate reason and didn't need to hide it anymore.
How can a mere ruthless Tao stop him?
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