Master! The way is this way.
She turned to look at the Sect Master, "But you should know better than me that the Demon Realm won't give up easily. However, Xianshan wants to maintain the reputation of justice, to uphold the standard of justice in people's hearts, and to maintain the perfect image of justice. Therefore... Xianshan can never take the initiative to attack the Demon Realm, and cannot be tainted with any dirty reputation. However, if things are delayed any longer, if there is any hesitation, the result will ultimately be unsatisfactory."
"No, there are some things..." The leader stammered, unable to speak.
"I'm beginning to doubt my own path." Cong Mo continued to look at her. "Sect Master, this ruthless path I cultivate, am I protecting the Immortal Mountain, or the people of the world?"
"Is Xianshan's mission still the same as before, to fight for the people of the world? If so... Xianshan shouldn't ignore the troubles suffered by the people of the world."
If the immortal mountain truly protected the human world, the frequent demonic possessions in the human world would have been resolved long ago. Could it be that Elder Jian Yi's son's personality would change upon returning to the human world? The issue of the abandoned village should have been resolved long ago.
I'm just afraid of trouble and bad luck, that's all.
Cong Mo paused abruptly, then a smile spread across his lips. "Just consider it my selfishness. For myself, Sect Master, I have lost many memories, many things from the past. There are some things I can't remember, and I can't figure out. I want to know the reason, so I am going to the Demon Realm. I will also protect Wuqing Mountain."
The clan leader understood the changes in the Immortal Mountain earlier than she did. He opened his mouth and stammered, but in the end he could only advise, "Tell me as soon as possible so that you don't act impulsively."
"Okay, I understand. Don't worry, Sect Master." Cong Mo turned around and said, "I won't see you off. Xiaocan can't sleep well without me. I have to go and prepare some meat porridge for her."
The sect leader looked at her back, clenched his fists, and then left.
"This is the meat porridge you like to drink." Cong Mo blew it cool and slowly fed it to Leng Can's mouth, "Open your mouth."
Leng Can opened his mouth, bit into the spoon, smacked his lips and swallowed it, "It doesn't taste good..."
"How could it be..." Cong Mo took a bite himself, "It smells delicious. You only hurt your stomach, so you shouldn't have any problems with your taste buds."
"I just feel uncomfortable and it hurts..." As he said that, Leng Can moved his butt and pressed close to her. He put his arms around her waist and rubbed against her, like a naughty puppy.
"You shouldn't be." Cong Mo didn't see his true intention and continued to argue with him seriously. "Logically, your spiritual power has been restored, and you should only feel a little discomfort at most. You shouldn't feel any pain. Why is it still hurting so much?"
"I just feel pain." When she said that, Leng Can felt aggrieved, "I feel pain, it's not enough, you don't feel sorry for me."
"I'm telling the truth."
"Tell me the truth, you just think I'm troublesome because I'm sick!" Leng Can's temper changed very quickly. He was sulking and pushed her away, turned his head to the side, and ignored her with his arms folded.
Cong Mo: “…”
Being sick and injured is his habit. Cong Mo always thinks that she is at fault. If she had protected him, he would not have been targeted and suffered such serious injuries.
She didn't want to upset him easily.
"I... won't tell the truth." Cong Mo was willing to change the facts. "Maybe today's porridge doesn't taste very good. Don't be angry with me."
"Then please coax me more." Leng Can became more demanding and even started to act tough. "If you coax me more, I'll forgive you."
"I...will coax you." Cong Mo was in a dilemma. Should he coax Leng Can?
How to coax?
Like coaxing a child?
But the last time she coaxed him, he scolded her for speaking harshly...
She was in a dilemma and couldn't speak.
Leng Can was still not able to get her to express her opinion, and he was even more dissatisfied, "Why... um..."
"Eat candy." Cong Mo didn't even give him a chance to speak and stuffed a candy into his mouth.
“Children love candy.”
"Do you think I'm a child?" Leng Can licked the frosting off the candy, wrapped it with his tongue and licked it into his mouth.
"Then how should I coax you?" Cong Mo tilted his head, looking genuinely puzzled. "There's no book in the world that teaches how to coax people. It's normal that I don't know."
Her appearance always made Leng Can feel like he had done something bad. Leng Can shook his head, turned around helplessly, and snuggled into her arms again.
Forget it, why does he always bother Cong Mo about such romantic things? Cong Mo knows nothing, and he will never be able to teach her.
"Don't cry, the more you cry, the more uncomfortable you will feel." Cong Mo raised her hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Is it because I did something wrong?"
"I didn't cry." Leng Can didn't know why, but tears suddenly fell from his eyes. He clearly didn't want to cry.
Maybe it's because the wound is too painful.
"Xiaocan, I think what I said about you last time was wrong."
Leng Can sniffed, not knowing what she was talking about, "What, not right?"
Cong Mo was excited. He put the meat porridge aside, then held him against the couch and gently kneaded the protruding bone at the back of his neck. "It wasn't accurate when I said you were a flood spirit last time."
"Why?" If she hadn't mentioned it, Leng Can would have almost forgotten this title, but now that it was mentioned, he found it funny.
"When you were sound asleep last time, I came out and saw Wuqing Mountain was snowing. It was the first snow of winter in Wuqing Mountain."
Normally, she had little interest in this kind of scenery, but that day, she raised her hand and felt indifferently that there was something different about the snow.
"When snowflakes fall into the palm of your hand, the beautiful crystals will instantly turn into water." Cong Mo seemed a little excited about this discovery. "Xiao Can, I think you are more like a snowflake than a flood."
She raised her hand and imitated the action that day, "Snowflakes fall to the ground and melt into water. When you touch me, you often cry and shed tears."
It was rare for her to say so many words at once. Leng Can felt happy as he listened, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with being compared to a snowflake.
Cong Mo continued, "But the book says that tears are salty and bitter, representing pain and sadness. Xiaocan, do you cry often because you are sad when you meet me?"
Leng Can raised his arm and imitated her movements, raising his hand and placing his hand in her palm, "Some are, some are not."
"But you will still be sad because of me."
"Then just don't make me sad in the future." Leng Can pulled her hand down, raised his head, and looked at Cong Mo's cute expression of confusion.
I just felt my heart beating faster.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The deafening sound made him unable to hear any other sound. His Adam's apple rolled back and forth, and Leng Can raised his head nervously.
"Bo" sound.
He placed a kiss on Cong Mo's cheek.
Cong Mo paused, then looked at him puzzledly, "Xiao Can, why are you touching my face with your mouth?"
Leng Can: “…”
How can there be such a bizarre saying in this world?
"You, don't worry about it." He was so embarrassed that he let go of Cong Mo's hand, raised his arm to cover his eyes, and leaned down with his head lowered.
"If you lean any closer, you'll fall." Cong Mo pulled his hand away, propped up his arm, and lowered his head right above his face. He looked at him and asked, "Why are you blocking my eyes?"
From Leng Can's perspective, Cong Mo's cold and handsome face blocked the light from the top. Her curled eyelashes moved, and his appearance was in her eyes. She occupied all his perspective, making him unable to look at others, as if there were only the two of them left in the whole world.
Leng Can thought that there might be something wrong with his heart.
Otherwise, why would he want to kiss her so much?
"Xiaocan, why don't you speak?"
"No, it's okay." Leng Can quickly regained his composure, turned his head away, and closed his eyes tightly, "Xiao Mo, you, don't look at me like that."
"Oh." Cong Mo responded obediently and lay back in his original position. "Eat the porridge. Even if it tastes bad, it will fill your stomach."
"Well, you feed me."
"good."
Cong Mo picked up the bowl and fed Leng Can mouthful by mouthful until the bowl was empty. Leng Can touched his stomach and said, "I'm not full."
Cong Mo: "..."
Can you eat something so unpalatable so quickly?
Then Xiaocan must like taking medicine very much!
"Don't eat anymore. Eating too much will make your stomach bloated." Cong Mo put the empty bowl aside. "Move over there. I'll go up."
"Hmm..." Leng Can tugged at his clothes tightly, completely unable to understand why Cong Mo could so naturally accept sleeping in the same bed with them. If last night was because he was injured and weak, then what about tonight?
Was he pretending to be weak, and did Cong Mo believe it?
Leng Can leaned shyly on her arms, "Sweet dreams, Xiaomo."
"Mmm, sweet dreams."
Cong Mo slept very uneasily tonight. In her dream, a woman with a bloody face kept chasing her. Finally, she grabbed her collar and threw her into the lava, burning her to death.
When Cong Mo opened his eyes, his heart was beating very fast.
She became increasingly aware that some things could no longer be delayed.
Leng Can was able to get out of bed full of energy on the third day, and Qingyi was also released by the old man.
Yawning, looking haggard.
"Brother, why are you so tired?"
"Master has been unwell for the past two days. He frequently lost his focus while absorbing the mountain's spiritual energy and was nearly struck by lightning. I had no other choice but to stay awake, not closing my eyes for two days and one night. Only then did Master recover and was able to cultivate independently."
"It's so hard." Leng Can made a bitter face.
"What about you? I heard from Master that you seemed injured as well."
"I'm fine now!" Leng Can raised his arms, showing off his physique. "I feel a lot stronger now."
"You should have lost a lot of weight." Cong Mo ruthlessly exposed him, "You have only been drinking porridge these days, how can you gain weight?"
Leng Can was not convinced, "That's meat porridge, there's meat in it..."
"Oh..." Xi put his arm around his shoulders, "Being alive is good! Besides, you're already very thin, Junior Brother. No matter how strong you get, you can't be as strong as Xi Chengming."
Leng Can: "..."
Is there any way to stop my brother from talking?
Cong Mo watched the two of them playing, and felt at ease.
Since she had promised the sect leader, she would not break her promise, would guard Wuqing Mountain well, and would not be so impulsive as to disregard anything else.
The old man came out of seclusion after twenty days. The sun shone on his body, making him feel lazy. He stretched out his body.
"Recovering this spiritual energy is really tiring!"
Then he saw Cong Mo who had been standing there waiting for him at the waterfall.
He suddenly had a premonition that something bad was going to happen and turned around to go back.
"Master!" Cong Mo called him, "The road is this way."
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