The beautiful dream is what you think about during the day and what you dream about at night.
It stinks, it's the smell of fish, no, it's more like the bad breath of a bear that has eaten several rotten fish.
Cong Mo frowned, waking up from his dream, a cold sweat provoking him, his heart pounding, a bad premonition. He immediately jumped up from the couch, grabbed his coat and draped it over his shoulders, put it on hastily, picked up the sword at hand, drew out the scabbard and stood up, lighting the talisman to transform his eyes into night vision, squinting his eyes to check his surroundings, "Who comes here?"
"Me!" Cong Mo felt a sudden chill on his wrist. He subconsciously knocked the hand away, turned around, and pointed his sword at the person who came. "Who?"
She was holding a candle, her eyes filled with tears. She was wearing a cool silk robe, her shoulders half dropped, tied at the chest by a thin strap, allowing a subtle glimpse of her skin underneath. Her soft hair cascaded down, and he held the curled ends in his hand, playing with them. On her wrist, there were still red marks from the force she had just struck. Her body was half-exposed in the candlelight, and with that innocent face, she looked at Cong Mo with a hint of grievance, as if she was very confused as to why she raised her sword to charge him. The two of them were very mismatched, yet they also had a unique charm that made people swallow their saliva. He said timidly, "It's me, Leng Can."
"Xiao Can." Cong Mo put away his sword and raised his chin, a playful thought in his mind. He tied his robe and stepped forward to hold Leng Can's hand that he had just injured. Looking at the red mark on the wrist, he showed a distressed expression, "It's all my fault, Xiao Can. I was too nervous just now. You know, I just chopped off half of a demon's head today."
"Xiao Mo." Leng Can shuddered, his expression frozen. He nudged her shoulder in a scolding tone, "You always say this to scare me."
"It's all my fault." Cong Mo held his hand, intertwined his fingers, and held his hand close to his heart. He looked up at him with indulgence in his eyes, "Xiao Can, touch my heart."
Leng Can blushed and pulled his hand away awkwardly, "Why am I touching your heart?"
"Because Xiaocan is always curious." Cong Mo placed the candle on the table, its faint orange light shrouding their figures. She reached down to the thin straps on his chest and slowly pulled them apart. The silk robe untied, revealing his front. Her cool hands roamed over his abdomen, "You're curious about who my heart beats for."
Leng Can shyly slapped her hand away, "Xiao Mo is teasing me, I'm going to be angry."
"Don't be angry, Xiaocan." Cong Mo took his hand and sat on the couch.
Leng Can took advantage of the situation and hugged her waist, tilting his head to her shoulder, his lips rubbing against her neck intentionally or unintentionally, his hot breath spraying on it, "You have to comfort me, otherwise I will be angry."
Cong Mo stroked his long hair, and said in a gentle tone, "How do you want to coax me?"
Leng Can was shy and timid. He straightened up slightly, put his palms on Cong Mo's sides and pressed down. Cong Mo smiled and fell back obediently, supporting himself with his arms and letting him touch his waist.
"Slave..." Leng Can looked at her with moist eyes, grabbed her hand and touched it to his lips, opened and closed her mouth, stretched out his tongue, sucked her finger, and said with a seductive look, "I want a kiss."
"Okay." Cong Mo narrowed his eyes and agreed readily, but he did not move for a long time. He pinched his tongue with two fingers and rubbed it to play with it.
"Xiao Mo...no, I don't want to." Leng Can squeezed out physiological tears and said vaguely.
The tears fell on Cong Mo's lips and were sucked into her mouth, making her cold eyes hot.
Cong Mo raised an eyebrow, pulled out his fingers, pulled out a few transparent silver threads, and waved them in front of his eyes, "Lick it clean."
Leng Can's Adam's apple rolled, and he held her hand and lowered his head.
Cong Mo looked at his obedient appearance, and the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped.
"It's clean." Leng Can blinked, raised her hand to show off happily, and her eyes curved into crescents.
"Yeah." Cong Mo patted his head in praise, "You're so good. Now take off your clothes."
"Leng Can's ears turned red with anxiety. "Take off your clothes, why do you have to take them off?"
"Xiaocan." Cong Mo pinched his ear and touched the thin gauze. "Are you not listening, Xiaocan?"
"Listen, be obedient." Leng Can said anxiously, hurriedly pulling off his clothes and throwing them on the ground, revealing his naked body.
"Well, you did a good job." Cong Mo turned his eyes away slightly, not daring to look down. Instead, he pinched the protruding bone at the back of his neck, pressed him against him, and breathed into his ear, "You have to give me a reward."
Leng Can's eyes wandered greedily over her lips, and he swallowed his saliva. "Is it okay?"
Cong Mo hooked his lips, pinched his neck and kissed him actively, breaking away as soon as they touched, panting, "Okay."
Leng Can immediately grabbed the back of her head and kissed her, sucking her lips and licking her tongue.
Cong Mo opened his eyes and produced a talisman in his hand.
The traps set by monsters in dreams are easy to crack, but most people get deeply trapped in them because they cannot distinguish between reality and dreams.
People who practice immortal cultivation can perfectly distinguish them by smell, but she must admit that she was moved to stay because of Leng Can's face.
The talisman rose from his hand and turned into a large net.
Cong Mo lifted Leng Can's head and stared at his wet lips. "Xiao Can, goodbye."
A flash of white light appeared,
Cong Mo opened his eyes, raised his sword accurately and stabbed it into the demon's heart, "You lose."
The demon spat out green blood, drew his sword, covered his chest and fled out of the window, running desperately outside.
Cong Mo glanced at the sleeping Leng Can, woke up Yanhuo to stay here, and chased him out of the window.
The demon was injured and couldn't run far.
After only a few steps, Cong Mo thrust her sword into his stomach and pulled out the cloth bag given to her by the old man from her sleeve. "I was too anxious and shouldn't have stabbed you in the heart. It would have been too easy to die."
The demon laughed, spitting green blood from its mouth. "It's really funny that such a heartless person can have such a beautiful dream."
"Everything in the dream is an illusion. Besides, the stench on you is too strong to be easily detected. The rest is all just an act."
"Heh..." the demon laughed sarcastically, "Do you really think that dream creation is groundless?"
Cong Mo frowned, not wanting to argue with him, and picked up the cloth bag to put it in.
"Wait!" the demon shouted hurriedly, "Don't you want to know what I mean?"
"In no mood."
"Wait a minute." The demon said, sweating profusely. "Give me some time to talk, and then I'll leave you with a nightmare, okay?"
"No."
"Hey, hey!" The demon completely softened his temper. "Please, let me speak, okay?"
Cong Mo filled his cloth bag and said, "Okay."
Demon: "..."
He said, "You are destined to be unable to cultivate the Heartless Dao! Dreams change with one's desires and can inspire one's greatest desires. Whatever you see is what you yearn for day and night. I never thought that the heartless person's thoughts would be like this. It's truly heartbreaking. This heartlessness... Oh!"
"You talk a lot of nonsense." Cong Mo tied the cloth bag tightly. The sunlight happened to shine brightly here, illuminating a small piece of light and shadow.
Congmo was favored by the light and half of it was wrapped in it.
"Xiaocan, did you have a dream last night?"
Leng Can scratched his hair, his face flushed, and he laughed, "Hehe," "I dreamed yesterday that Xiao Mo and I ate a lot of roast chicken together. In the end, we were so full that we woke up."
"Would you like to eat roast chicken?" Cong Mo didn't notice that his expression was wrong. Thinking of what Moyao said, she was very puzzled. She did see Leng Can in her dream yesterday, but she smelled the stench of Leng Can in her dream at first sight. She analyzed that this person was not the real Leng Can, so she played with him and had the intention of teasing him. How could he be as dirty as he said to Moyao.
"What's wrong, Xiaomo?" Leng Can hugged her waist tightly and asked with concern.
Cong Mo shook his head. "It's okay. Hold on tight. It's going to get even colder as we pass through the clouds ahead."
Forget it, what the demon said was not true. Anyway, she could tell at first sight that it was not Leng Can, so it didn’t count after all. She had no one else in her mind and could continue to practice the art of ruthlessness.
Cong Mo turned around and asked, "How is the demon?"
He shook his head regretfully, "When you handed it to Master last night, the demon had already committed suicide and turned into black energy. However, it's not considered complete and there's nothing to gain. There's a magical tool on the main immortal mountain that can track down the source of the demonic energy. Master has already gone to the main immortal mountain to verify it."
"Brother, don't you find it strange?"
"Where?" asked Xi.
"This demonic attack has no purpose. The people we encountered, who first attacked the human world and then the immortal mountain, really want to rebel and unify the world."
"Oh..." Yi helplessly held his forehead, "Junior Sister, we are about to return to the Immortal Mountain, so we must be careful with our words and actions."
"What Xiao Mo said is not wrong." Leng Can's face flushed red. The big man shrank behind Cong Mo, only showing his face, looking at Li with a resentful look in his eyes.
He sighed, "Forget it, let's just talk about this between us. Don't let it get out. After all, the current situation is that the Immortal Mountain and the Demon Realm coexist peacefully."
"yes."
Leng Can nudged Cong Mo and replied in a muffled voice, "I understand, Senior Brother."
When I returned to Wuqing Mountain, I found that it was already winter in the mountains. There was a light snowfall and the ground was covered with snow. It was soft and sunken when I stepped on it, reaching up to my ankles.
Leng Can was a little excited and dragged Cong Mo to run in the snow. He hurried to catch up with the two of them.
"Junior sister, junior brother, slow down, don't fall... Ouch!" His eyes blurred and he fell heavily. His silver-white hair was covered with snow, and he couldn't tell whether it was the snow or the hair that was white.
Leng Can stood in the distance, laughing at him, his nose red from the cold. "Brother, you flipped the boat yourself!"
Cong Mo stood beside him, looked at Leng Can, wrapped his fur coat tightly for him, and laughed too.
He pouted in dissatisfaction, spat out the cool snow in his mouth, angrily stood up, grabbed a ball of snow and threw it at the two of them, "This is how you treat your brother!"
"Hehe... I can't hit it!" Leng Can dodged happily, rolled a snowball on the ground and threw it back, hitting his feet.
He put his hands on his hips and laughed out loud, "Haha... you didn't throw it either... pfft..."
Just as he finished speaking, a piece of snow fell on his face. He shivered from the cold and wiped his face. Without even looking at where Leng Can was, he gathered up a handful of snow and threw it over. When he opened his eyes and looked carefully, he saw a ball of white stuff stuck on Cong Mo's fur coat, and Leng Can was standing aside, glancing at Cong Mo's face and making faces at him.
He hurriedly explained, "Ha... Junior Sister, I didn't mean it, you know that."
Cong Mo grabbed a ball of snow with both hands, rolled it into a huge snowball, and threw it hard. It passed by the side of Xi's face and hit the big tree behind him.
The big tree shook violently, and all the snow hanging on the tree rolled down and hit me.
Cong Mo waved his hands, brushing off the snow. "Brother, I didn't mean to hit you. I only hit the tree behind me."
Cang: "..."
Leng Can: "Hahahaha...hahahaha..."
She screamed, "Ahhh... unforgivable..."
Several people were in a mess in the snow.
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