Junior sister, we should go back.
Everything happened so fast. Cong Mo ran over and knelt in front of him, but he didn't even have time to hug him. Leng Can just fell in a pool of blood with his eyes closed.
Her hair covered her eyebrows and eyes. She knelt beside his head and slammed it to the ground angrily, "Leng Can, why..."
Kneeling forward, she lifted up Leng Can's body and held him in her arms, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
She thought that if she waited a little longer, maybe she could marry him and a demon and live together with him.
She never thought this would happen.
Leng Can...will die.
At this moment, in the real world, Leng Can covered his chest, sat up from the bed, and blood gushed out of his mouth.
The old man hurriedly supported him and asked, "Are you okay?"
"It's just that his mental strength has been damaged." Leng Can supported the old man's arm, his consciousness a little unclear, "It should be fine."
"I'll help you go to another ice room to rest." The old man supported him.
"No." Leng Can's mouth was full of the taste of blood. He pushed the old man away and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked unbearable. "Let me stay here and wait for Xiao Mo to wake up. She wakes up before I leave."
"Okay, it's okay. I'll stay here with you." The old man could only support him and let him lean on his shoulder. "Cong Mo will wake up."
Leng Can's face turned pale as he nodded and replied, "Yeah."
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Grandma Cat stepped back, the knife in her hand dropped to the ground, her expression filled with deep regret. She had only wanted to scare Cong Mo, she had no intention of killing Leng Can, and she certainly would not harm her own kind. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me..."
Her head swelled and a splitting pain hit her. She held her head as the memories she had lost resurfaced. She saw her child jumping around, full of life, only to have his head pinched by a man in a blue robe. Looking up, she saw the face of the Taoist priest. He grabbed her child's head and crushed it with his palm. Then he wiped the blood from his hands and casually threw the remaining body into the grass by the roadside. "You blocked the road, you deserved to die."
"You killed my child!" Grandma Cat's hair stood on end, and her sharp eyes stared straight at the Taoist priest in the fire, "You killed my child! You are not worthy of being a human being! Why did you kill my child!"
She suddenly regained her memory. Her child had died ten years ago, but she still held on to a twisted hope that she could see her child again, and thus was deceived by the Taoist priest.
Leng Can was already dead, so there was no point in the Taoist priest hiding it from her. He laughed heartily, "It was just a dead cat cub, blocking my way. I'll kill it if I want. What can you do to me? Hahahaha... Now that I can't become an immortal, I can make a proud person like you, Cong Mo, suffer for the rest of your life. It won't be in vain."
"As for you," the Taoist pointed at Grandma Cat, "it's a shame to live. It's better for you to die."
“Why should I…”
"None of you will survive." Cong Moping put Leng Can down and stood up. Leng Can had rubbed her face with large amounts of blood. She raised her arm and opened her hand, and the sword automatically flew into her hand, like a demon from hell, coming to take their lives. "You should all be buried with him!"
The place where there was originally lush green grass was now stained red with blood. When he hurriedly ran up, he was almost vomited by the strong smell of blood.
“Master, this…”
The old man could only shake his head helplessly, "Don't be afraid, go and bring Cong Mo back."
He covered his nose and walked in slowly. He saw a large pool of blood on the ground, almost covering the entire area. Arms and legs were scattered everywhere. A round head rolled to his feet, scaring him so much that he almost fell down.
"Cong Mo is in front of you."
"Yes." He took a deep breath, the smell of blood flowing into his mouth and nose making him physically uncomfortable. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was determination in them. He took a few steps forward and saw Cong Mo's back. In her arms, she was holding...
…Leng Can’s body.
Yi's body was unsteady, tears falling uncontrollably, "Master, Junior Sister? Leng Can..."
"He's dead." Cong Mo answered him calmly without turning around.
She covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound, tears streaming down the back of her hand, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have been so careless just now..."
He thought Cong Mo could do it alone, so he let down his guard and was knocked unconscious. When he woke up, there was no one around him. He could only follow the old man's instructions and run behind the mountain.
"Junior sister, you..." He quickly ran to Cong Mo, saw Leng Can's silent body, and knelt down, "Junior brother..."
He shook his head vigorously, trying to wake himself up. He held Cong Mo's face and saw that her eyes were red, but she couldn't shed a single tear. Her words were hoarse, "Can demons... also die?"
"Junior sister, don't be like this..." Xi pursed his lips and hugged her, "Junior sister, I beg you, wake up, I am Xi, your senior brother, we are in Wuqing Mountain, please think about me, think about Leng Can, he is not dead yet, he is still waiting for you to come back, we have been waiting for you... for two years... wake up, we are all waiting for you..."
"Waiting for me?" Cong Mo's eyes were completely lifeless. He held her like a walking corpse, his head empty, unable to think of anything. "Who... am I? Where... is this..."
"Xiao Mo! Wake up! I'm waiting for you at Wuqing Mountain. I'm still alive!" A cold voice rang out in the air. The old man, Qing Yi, hugged him and shouted, "Cong Mo, it's time to wake up. Come back. Wuqing Mountain needs you."
"Junior sister, Master and the others are calling you, please remember?" He hugged her tightly and cried.
Cong Mo rested his chin on his shoulder, staring ahead with his eyes still dull, unable to hear their voices.
"Master, can I go in again?" Leng Can tugged at his sleeve, "Please help me."
The old man stroked his head and said, "Your mental strength has been damaged. I will use my spiritual power to support you and help you get in. I can only give you a maximum of three minutes."
"Yes, thank you, Master."
The scroll was placed in front of the two of them, and Leng Can sat in front of him. The old man put his hands together on his chest, then pulled them apart, drawing spiritual power from his brows and attaching it to them. He exerted force with both palms and hit Leng Can's back fiercely.
Suddenly, Leng Can's soul flew out, ran forward, and flew into the scroll.
The old man watched his soul enter and said, "It's up to you."
"Ahem..." Leng Can felt the pain from the palm strike from the old man. When he opened his eyes again, he really had entered this place again. He looked at his body and thought about the urgency of time. He immediately ran towards the two people who were still hugging each other, "Wife! Senior Brother!"
"It's... Leng Can..." Cong Mo was one step ahead and identified the direction of the sound. She looked towards the source and saw Leng Can running towards them in good health. She raised her hands and rubbed her eyes hard. She couldn't tell whether it was real or she was hallucinating.
At this moment, Yu also turned around and saw Leng Can's eyes wide open in shock, "Junior brother, why are you..."
"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Leng Can pulled his body and his own body apart and pushed them aside. He knelt in front of Cong Mo in their place, hugged Cong Mo's shoulders, and kissed her lips.
"Pop..." Leng Can tasted the blood on her lips and pinched her cheek, "Have you come to your senses?"
Seeing that she didn't react, Leng Can stroked her face again, paused for two seconds, stuck out his tongue, and kissed her several times. Cong Mo was stunned by the kisses, and all the blood on her lips was swallowed into his mouth.
Cong Mo's mouth was stained with his saliva, and he pushed him away. "You, are you real?"
Leng Can grabbed her hand and touched his face, "Of course, it's genuine."
"You, are alive again?" Cong Mo was incredulous. "Do monsters have the power to resurrect from the dead?"
"Of course not." Leng Can smiled, grabbed her and kissed her on the cheek, "But now I am real."
"My lady, do you want me to be by your side forever?"
"Of course..."
"Then use your brain." Leng Can poked her head and stretched out his hand to show her that half of his palm had turned transparent.
Cong Mo hurriedly grasped it, but his palm went straight through, and his entire palm disappeared. "Why is this..."
"Because you want to go with me to a place where we can be together." Leng Can grabbed her shoulders and made her look up at him. "I only have three minutes. If you want to be with me forever, marry me, and become a couple, then you'd better remember quickly. You never call me Leng Can, Xiao Mo, you should think about what you call me."
"What should I call you?" Cong Mo's brain swelled, and he covered his head with his hands, feeling the pain.
"You should call me..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned into a wisp of smoke and floated away.
Cong Mo held her head in her arms. In her mind, a large number of memories that did not belong to this world and were related to her flooded in at an abnormal speed. She fell to her knees, her eyes bloodshot, and sweat mixed with blood fell to the ground.
The same thing happened today, with those eyes filled with fear yet willing to die.
She grabbed the clothes on her chest, opened her mouth, and several times she couldn't make a sound, "Little... Little..."
“Little…little…”
After trying countless times, she finally managed to speak normally. She called out, "Xiao... Chan..."
The fact that she could call out this name meant that she had recovered her memory. He patted the blood off his buttocks, placed Leng Can's body steadily on the ground, and stood up. His eyes were dry. He took a few steps forward and stretched out his hand to Cong Mo, "Junior sister, we should go back."
"Leng Can, tell me the truth, did you kiss Cong Mo to wake him up, or was it out of selfish motives?"
"Master, you understand me." Leng Can held on to his last breath. "Of course I was worried that I wouldn't be able to kiss her after she woke up, so I wanted to kiss her a few more times. You guys are blocking me here, and I know the distance limit. How dare I cross it again?"
"Besides, Master has breached the contract, so there is no three minutes at all."
"Your mental strength is about to explode. If you continue to use it up, you'll be the one to fall into a coma."
"I'm not that weak, and Xiaomo finally remembered it."
"Yes, you have made the greatest contribution." The old man covered his eyes and released a little soothing spiritual power. "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you will see the person you have been thinking about."
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