Sword Mountain Tournament 4 Reunion
Then he ran to the side without looking back.
It was so annoying. Did he step in dog shit today, and that's why his soles stink? He was almost caught and forced to hide in the bushes. It was freezing cold, so he had to come out and find a place to hide. He encountered monsters on the way, and now he encountered one of the violent killers who might be trying to kill him.
He doesn't want to be eliminated!
Looking back on this short day, he experienced more than he had in the previous ten years of his life.
The road ahead was pitch black, and there was no one in sight. Leng Can panicked, and his left leg tripped over his right leg. While running, he was tripped by a small stone and fell to the ground. He fell with a "bang", and his knees hit the ground. He rubbed his palms forward, causing the skin to be scraped off, but he didn't even dare to cry out in pain.
As the firelight from behind approached, Leng Can gritted his teeth and wiped away his tears. He no longer cared about the pain in his body and tried to get up and continue running.
But the person chasing him from behind didn't seem to want to leave him any chance of survival. As a scabbard was drawn out, a pair of shoes fell in front of him.
"Muxue!" He subconsciously summoned the sword spirit. The blue fairy figure carried him backwards. Leng Can's legs were shaking. He drew his sword and faced it, his voice trembling as he asked, "If you dare, come and fight. Who will win or lose is still uncertain."
The person in front of him didn't seem to want to fight him, and the light and fire in his hand instantly ignited a larger flame, casting the figures of two people on the ground.
"Snap"
The sword in my hand fell down,
Leng Can's eyes were dull, his expression was frozen, and he stared blankly at the face of the person in front of him.
He heard an extremely familiar voice asking him, "Xiaocan, does it hurt?"
Mu Xue relaxed her fighting stance and cheered happily, "It's the master, the master!"
Leng Can pursed his lips and burst into tears, "Wow...Cong Mo...Wow..."
Cong Mo walked over in two or three steps, took out a handkerchief from his bosom and gave it to him, "Don't cry."
"I just cried... wuwu..." Leng Can was extremely aggrieved. He wiped his eyes with a handkerchief and sobbed and complained to Cong Mo, "You, I... was so sad, you, you just said one word... wuwu... you have to hug me."
"Okay." Cong Mo seemed to realize that her approach was wrong, "I'll hold you."
Then she stood on tiptoe and approached Leng Can. The pleasant aroma entered her nose. She hugged Leng Can's shoulders and buried his head in her shoulder. "Don't cry, I'm here."
Leng Can sniffed her scent and cried even harder. He wrapped his arms tightly around Cong Mo's waist and shook his head in a low voice, "Cong Mo, why... did you come so late? I missed you so much."
"Yeah." Cong Mo rubbed his head, "I know."
She didn't tell him that she almost killed two people from the illusion, and that she was searching for her target like crazy, without any rest for the whole day. She did all this just because she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to wait for her.
She gently stroked his head and told him, "It's okay, cry, I'm here, no one can hurt you anymore."
Leng Can couldn't stop crying, "Xiao Mo... wuwu... I miss you so much, I miss you so much..."
By the time he calmed down, Cong Mo had already killed two people by controlling the sword with his mind.
"Are you okay?"
Leng Can sniffed and finally raised his head from her shoulder, his eyes red and swollen from crying.
Cong Mo held his wrist and raised his palm, which was rubbed blood red. "Let's find a place to get treated first."
"Yeah." Leng Can nodded obediently and let Cong Mo hold his wrist.
With Cong Mo around, he is not afraid of anything.
Pushing open the door of a house and seeing that there was no one there, the two of them went in. Cong Mo used the spirit stones he had collected to illuminate the room and placed a fire spirit stone in the middle of the room, making it very warm for a moment.
She pulled Leng Can to sit on the stool and asked, "Does your knee hurt?"
"It hurts." Leng Can couldn't help but get angry when he thought of this. "You scared me to death just now. I was so... hiccup... miserable, and you still chased me. It was pitch black on the road at night, and I accidentally fell down."
"I'm sorry." Cong Mo lifted up his trouser legs, and the purple scratches and scraped flesh were shocking.
"This is a healing spirit stone. It might hurt during the treatment, so bear with it."
She clutched the spirit stone tightly, covering the wound with it, and said with some relief, "I didn't expect you to use the spirit stone to defeat the enemy."
"I'm not stupid...hiss...it hurts..."
"Be patient." Cong Mo took out a small box from his arms, "Orange candy, have one."
"You brought candy."
"Yeah." Cong Mo nodded, "I brought it with me because I was afraid you might get greedy."
"I'm not a child." Although he said that, Leng Can still became happy. He took a candy and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste lingered in his mouth. He took another one and fed it to Cong Mo.
"hand."
Leng Can shook his legs and stretched out his hand. "Is this spirit stone so magical?"
"No, it's simply because we're in an illusion. While the injuries we sustain here are felt, they're all false. That's why the power of the spirit stone is so surprising. There shouldn't be spirit stones in the real world that can restore the body, otherwise the immortals would have taken them to the human world to make a fortune."
"That's right," Leng Can agreed. "After all, for something so miraculous that can heal injuries so quickly, there must be a lot of wealthy people vying for it. After all, who doesn't want to get rich? Especially Jianshan. His sleeping place is terrible. He really should spend money to repair it."
The old man Jianyi: "..."
metropolitan:"……"
Other elders: "..."
The old man's mouth twitched, and he immediately changed the subject, "Isn't it time to distribute food to the children? They'll be exhausted after a day of hunger."
The clan leader waved his hand, signaling the old man Jian Yi.
The old man Jian glared at the old man Qing and nodded in agreement.
"Attention everyone! Today's supplies will be distributed. Please be mindful of your supplies."
Leng Can shook his intact hand, and a black bag appeared next to him. When he opened it, there were two thick pancakes inside.
"Just eat this," Leng Can said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "The food at Jianshan is too poor."
The old man Jianyi outside the field looked at the old man Qingyi with hatred again. The old man Qingyi smiled at him, hoping that his two disciples would not say anything shocking to the world again.
The old man Jian Yi was busy issuing instructions and explaining in the illusion.
"This pancake can change flavors based on your imagination. It can be controlled by your thoughts. But remember, one pancake can only change to one flavor."
Finally, he added, "Jianshan will not treat you unfairly, please rest assured."
Leng Can sneezed, feeling as if these words were pointing at him. He took the pancake and imagined the taste of the braised pork in his mind. When he took a bite, it tasted exactly like the braised pork made by his mother in his dream.
"What taste are you thinking of?" Leng Can finished a pancake in two bites.
"The original taste of the pancake." Cong Mo took a bite of the pancake. "What's wrong?"
Leng Can lamented that she was such a blockhead, "You just don't want to eat anything else, anything delicious."
"I don't have anything in particular I want to eat." Cong Mo shook his head. "What about you? I want braised pork."
Leng Can was surprised, "How did you know?"
"You tell me often and I will understand."
"Hehe...you actually remember about me." Leng Can moved a stool closer to her, his eyes never opening with laughter, staring at her infatuatedly.
He didn't complain when Cong Mo was around.
With Cong Mo around, he felt confident in every aspect. He didn't want to eat the braised pork made by his mother that much anymore. Maybe the taste of the sesame seed bun itself wasn't that hard to swallow.
Staring at Cong Mo, he only felt that she was beautiful and cute, like a fierce cat, and he loved her so much that he couldn't bear it. "Can we never be separated again? I can't bear to leave you."
"Things are unpredictable. We may not be able to be together again after we separate in the illusion." Cong Mo took out all the spirit stones he had collected and stuffed them into Leng Can's arms. "I saved these for you. Take a look."
Leng Can was so moved that he almost cried. He swore that he would be nice to Cong Mo after he got out.
"Ice-type spirit stones, spirit stones that grant invisibility, spirit stones that grant immense strength... these should be enough to help you deal with ordinary opponents."
"You're so nice, Xiaomo." Leng Can danced with joy, hugged her excitedly, and kissed her on the cheek. "I like you, Xiaomo, thank you."
Cong Mo blinked, stunned for a moment, "You're welcome."
"Hehe..." Leng Can smiled foolishly, melted the spirit stone into his body, and held Cong Mo's hand, "That's great, Xiao Mo, I can protect you too."
Cong Mo didn't expect that the first thing he did after getting the spirit stone was to protect her. She was puzzled for a moment, "Protect... me?"
"Yes! With these, I can be very powerful." Leng Can smiled, "I won't hold you back anymore. We can fight together."
"You...are not holding me back." Cong Mo looked at him intently, "and no one here can beat me."
A thought suddenly popped up in Leng Can's mind, "Are you from the Demon Cave and the Imperial Palace?"
"Yes." Cong Mo nodded, "To find you."
Leng Can blinked and blushed, "Why, why are you looking for me?"
"Can't I look for you? You told me that." Cong Mo said solemnly, "You asked me to wait for you. You can't beat them. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to wait for you, so I came to look for you first."
Cong Mo spoke too seriously, not joking at all, as if...
Confess to him.
So does the kiss he just gave out of excitement count as a response?
Leng Can suddenly came back to his senses and was shocked by his own thoughts.
Unless Cong Mo, this stupid blockhead, was drowned by the sea and turned into a heavy giant tree root, there was no way he could confess his feelings to him.
Besides, he doesn't like Cong Mo, so how could he respond?
It’s fake, it’s fake, he must be dreaming.
Leng Can rolled his Adam's apple and turned his head away, trying his best to hide his shyness and the impulse that suddenly came to his mind. "Oh, then... I want to sleep. Let's go to bed."
"Um."
Cong Mo tied a long line with several porcelain cups tied to it, which would fall and break if there was any movement.
Leng Can gripped the spirit stone tightly. "If someone comes, the spirit stone will vibrate. Plus, with the mechanism you made, we'll definitely be able to detect anyone who says they're going to attack us. Let's take a good rest."
The two of them lay down on the couch, and Cong Mo fell asleep almost instantly.
Leng Can was frightened by her rapid falling asleep speed, and held her hand with his. "Sweet dreams, Xiaomo."
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