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Cong Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Okay..."
The old man breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go back together and make some plans. Things will eventually..."
"Then let's stay here together. If I can't get out, Master, don't go back either." Cong Mo didn't give him a chance to speak. He shook him off with all his strength and took a step back. He lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly. He threw out a talisman in his hand. The talisman split into black characters and quickly flew to the side of the old man. Circle after circle, like a cold black snake, tightly wrapped around the old man. "You can't move now. You can only wait for me."
The old man's eyes widened, obviously not expecting her to do such a thing. However, he was tied up and had no strength left because he had just recovered, so he couldn't move a step at all. At first, he could still speak to her calmly, "Cong Mo, let me go. I won't bother with you for doing this..."
Seeing that Cong Mo ignored her and even flipped the compass from his hand, he could only shout at her at the top of his lungs, "Cong Mo! Come back to me! Cong Mo! Come back..."
Cong Mo ignored his words and turned back into the line, leaving only one sentence, "Sorry, Master, I will be back."
"Cong Mo! You bastard..."
The line was connected, and all sounds were isolated. Cong Mo could no longer hear the voice of the old man Qing Yi. At this time, the compass in his hand did not know whether it was affected by the evil spirit and malfunctioned, or because the evil spirit was so thick that he could not tell the direction. The pointer kept spinning and rotating, but he could not find the direction.
"Even you are broken, so I am really the only one left." Cong Mo put the compass back into his sleeve, groped forward, and stuck talismans on the tree to mark it.
So she kept walking forward, and when she saw the first talisman, she knew she had gone in a circle and was lost.
"Forget it, I still have to be so decisive." Cong Mo shook his head, pointed his fingers at his eyebrows, and the spiritual power flowed outwards, leading it to the palm of his hand. He held the spiritual power and clasped it at his heart. He spread his five fingers and pressed his palm inwards with force.
A throbbing pain immediately surged in his heart. Cong Mo leaned against a tree, closed his eyes, frowned, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips. "Uh..."
He pressed his five fingers inward, and his palms were operating with spiritual power. Blood seeped through his clothes, and a red, round seed with some sprouts emerged from his heart, stained with blood and emitting light. It was the seed of love that existed in Cong Mo's body and could continue to grow.
The root of love, the root of emotion is deeply rooted in the body. The root of love is in adult form when a person is born, and its shape is like a tree with branches in the world. It grows from small to large as the human being continues to grow. When this big tree is forced to be removed from the body, a red spherical object similar to a tree seed will be left in the body, commonly known as the seed of love. However, because the root of love is difficult to regenerate, a complete root of love cannot grow through the accumulation of acquired emotions, so the existence of the seed of love has little function and significance.
Moreover, the love seed and the love root are born in the same place, which is equivalent to completely peeling off a part of the body. Not only is the pain unbearable, but there is also a certain possibility of causing dementia. Cong Mo will not take it out unless it is absolutely necessary.
Looking at the red love in her hand, she breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, her mind was clear and normal now. She raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead and the blood from the corners of her mouth. "Sorry, I have to sacrifice you."
The love was held in the palm of her hand, and her hand was clenched into a fist. The love was crushed in the palm of her hand, and scattered into thick blood, flowing out between her fingers, and rolling to the ground. In the air, a red beam of light vaguely appeared, guiding her in the direction of progress.
Cong Mo took a deep breath, followed the direction of the beam of light, bypassed the bushes, and saw a magic circle pattern deep in the forest that she had never seen before. The red line quietly broke here.
She stood outside the magic circle, squatted down, and just as her fingers touched it,
A white light flashed before her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, her feet were empty and her surroundings were blurry. She was now in a void of space.
Opposite her, there seemed to be a bronze mirror, and the person in the mirror was looking at her and smiling at her.
But she didn't laugh. "Where is this?"
She looked directly at the person in the bronze mirror and asked.
The person in the bronze mirror didn't reply, but smiled even more, with something in his eyes that Cong Mo couldn't see through.
Cong Mo had no intention of playing with her. He opened his palm, the sword appeared in it, and holding the sword tightly, flew towards the bronze mirror, "It's a broken mirror."
After only a few steps, she was blocked by a wall of air. Before her sword could strike, a strong wind came and blew her back. There was no place to land. Cong Mo could not find a support point and could only be blown away in the direction of the wind.
Just as she took out the talisman from her sleeve, a voice held her steady, and the wind stopped immediately. "So urgent, it's really your style."
"Don't play tricks, come out." Cong Mo raised his sword and slashed back, observing his surroundings vigilantly, "Where is this?"
"It's my consciousness..." The bronze mirror suddenly shattered at this moment, and the person inside flew out, his dress fluttering like a tail soaring in the air, unrestrained, and slowly landed beside her. He raised his hand, and gently stroked her face with pale, cold fingers. "Do you miss me?"
"What do I miss you for?"
"You came to see me because you missed me." The hot breath brushed against Cong Mo's ears, causing an itch that contrasted with the cold fingers just now. Her dress fluttered and danced, hooking onto her hem and shaking it. "I've crushed all your feelings. You won't recognize any emotions anymore. How can you be so decisive?"
"Love root itself is difficult to generate, and its existence is meaningless." Cong Mo was not used to this kind of touch. He turned his head to avoid her touch and leaned back. "Love root, you are the Demon Lord. What I smell on her is your scent."
When she saw her, she knew what the familiar smell on the Demon Lord was, and she also knew where she had smelled it before. "I remember your smell, a clear floral scent with a hint of blood."
"Calling me 'Qing Gen' is so unpleasant. Xiao Can calls you Xiao Mo, so how about you call me Ah Mo?" She floated towards her, her arm gently resting on her shoulders, "Call me Ah Mo, and I'll tell you the truth."
"Amo." Cong Mo shouted immediately, "Tell me the truth."
"Haha..." Amo climbed on her, his ethereal laughter ringing in her ears, "Indeed, the Demon Lord is a part of me that I peeled off from my body. It hurts."
Cong Mo looked at her, stunned for a moment, and then ruthlessly exposed her, "Love has no substance, you probably can't feel the pain."
"How boring." Ah Mo poked her cheek and sighed, "You came in alone, Qingyi... must be very sad."
"He practices the Way of Mercilessness, so he won't be sad."
"But he's afraid you'll die."
"You won't let me die." Cong Mo endured it again and again, grabbing her rebellious hand, "If I die, you can't live either, right?"
"Aren't you afraid that I'm not here?"
"You'll be here."
"Hmph..." Ah Mo shook her hand away. "Now that you're here, aren't you curious about me? Don't you want to ask me questions? Haven't you been looking for me all this time?"
"I'm curious, and not really curious, but you're wrong about one thing. You want to see me more than I want to see you."
"Oh? How do you mean?"
"You left clues step by step, revealed all your plans, aroused my curiosity, and led me here alone. Isn't it just to see me today, to make me shocked by what you did?" Cong Mo frowned. His exposed skin turned red because of her. He grabbed her hand that was about to make trouble and threw her to the other side. "You're flying around, it hurts my eyes, and you're touching and moving around randomly. I've tolerated you for a long time."
Ah Mo looked at her and twisted his palms, "Are you shocked?"
Cong Mo's expression returned to normal and he shook his head. "As Cong Mo, you do have the ability to do these things."
"So you acknowledge me?"
"No, I just acknowledge our abilities, but if you stand on the opposite side, I will kill you."
"Want to kill me?"
"I do." Cong Mo looked at her fearlessly, his eyes fixed on her, and said firmly, "I really do..."
“…You can die.” Cong Mo swung the sword in his hand, his eyes instantly filled with murderous intent, “But before you die, answer me one more question.”
Amo showed no fear. He transformed into a chair, sat down leisurely, raised his eyes, as if to say, you can't kill me.
It's the same face, but it shows different postures.
"speak."
Cong Mo asked, "Why did you lead me here step by step? You can't be expecting to die in my hands."
Ah Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, even laughing until tears came out. "Haha... Cong Mo, you are a witness. I want you to see with your own eyes how this world is destroyed step by step in my hands, turning into purgatory, people fighting each other, losing their minds, and unable to distinguish right from wrong."
Cong Mo looked at the tears sliding down her eyes, lowered his eyes, and did not respond.
Ah Mo laughed for a while, then felt bored. He leaned his chin on the armrest and said, "Want to kill me? How about I find a quick way for you?"
"I know the method you are talking about." Cong Mo's eyes turned and he put away the sword in his hand.
The two men, one sitting and the other standing, one tall and the other short, looking up and down, seemed unequal, and it was hard to tell who had the advantage.
"If I die, you can't live. Even if you obtain another's heart, you're just deceiving yourself by feeling its warm beating. Sooner or later, your heart will wither away, and you'll remain an intangible, intangible entity. You won't even have a chance to find another partner. Because I'm still alive, you can't hope for my death, because if I die, you can't live either."
"What if you can't die?"
"What do you mean?"
"You should know that I won't let you in without a backup plan."
"what you up to?"
"you guess."
"Because no one cares about you?" Cong Mo asked suddenly without saying whether to guess or not.
"What do you mean?" Ah Mo's expression suddenly changed. The mocking smile on his face froze, and he looked embarrassed. "Tell me clearly, what do you mean by this?"
Cong Mo stared at her slightly distorted expression, his lips pressed into a straight line, a slight difference from usual. He said calmly, "You want me to see you alone because I'm the only one in this world who can talk to you calmly. I'm the only one who knows and understands you. Others don't..."
"Stop talking!"
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