Tonight...shall we have a quiet time?
"Hehe..." Leng Can also raised his finger and placed it next to his. "Look, do these stars look like a cat when put together?"
“That one looks like a little seedling.”
At this moment, the black cat and Miaoya, who were hiding in the warm nest and still eating, raised their heads as if they sensed something and looked outside.
"It's really romantic." The old man closed his eyes, not feeling any mood at all. He only felt that the stars were bright and the wind made him feel comfortable, making him drowsy and yawn. "It's just too bright, but the wind is still comfortable and cool."
"Stars are not like paintbrushes. How can they follow our consciousness and draw these things?" Cong Mo was lying down eating snacks, with crumbs all over the corners of his mouth. He looked at their actions with confusion.
"You two don't have any interest in each other at all." Leng Can snorted, "This is called feeling with your heart."
"How can you feel something you can't touch?" Cong Mo took a piece of mung bean cake from the food box beside him. "Mung bean cake is delicious. Do you want some?"
"Junior sister, aren't you full?"
"I'm full, can't I eat anything else?" The old man half stood up and stretched out his hand towards Cong Mo, "Give me a piece."
Cong Mo handed it over, "Master, try it, it's sweet and soft."
"Delicious." The old man took a bite and his eyes lit up instantly, "It's worthy of your cooking."
He sighed, "Master, if you're still greedy, stop making so many excuses and let your junior brother make it for you again."
The old man's eyes widened. "I am that kind of person! I am just afraid that Congmo will be lonely."
Leng Can curled his lips and cursed them in his heart for ruining the atmosphere. "Is eating the only thing you care about? It's rare to be so relaxed. So many things have happened in recent days."
Cong Mo said, "Eating is also a form of relaxation."
The old man agreed, "I think so too."
Leng Can and Li looked at each other and saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.
They are really two idiots who practice the ruthless way.
"Then my brother and I will share the meal. We can't fall behind you."
After lying down for a while, seeing that the wind was getting stronger and stronger, everyone felt sleepy, so they put away their blankets and prepared to go back to the house to rest.
"Xiao Mo and I will clean up, you guys go back first."
"Okay." The old man was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He pulled the handle and agreed without hesitation. "Then remember to hurry up and don't catch a cold."
"knew."
Watching the two of them walking away, Leng Can grabbed Cong Mo and dragged her under a tree. "I really can't help it. What did you say to Master today? It was so mysterious. I feel like you have a secret that I don't know about."
Cong Mo reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the food box and onto his face. After realizing the question, he panicked even more and even stuttered. "No, nothing, it's just... that they want me to practice hard so that I can recover my memory."
Leng Can narrowed his eyes, slowly approached her, and looked her over, "Really?"
Cong Mo pretended to be calm, his feet frozen in place, unable to move, his eyes darting around like a panicked squirrel that didn't know what to do. "Really, really."
"I don't believe it." Leng Can grabbed her waist and, as she looked at her bewildered, lowered his head and gently kissed her lips. "You have to tell me the truth. I won't tell anyone, Xiaomo. There can't be any secrets between us. You and I are the best. I can kiss you, but they can't. Besides, you only know me, you don't know them, so you should trust me completely."
The voice was so gentle that it seemed to turn Cong Mo into water.
Cong Mo tightly grasped his arm and slowly lowered his head, looking as if he was lying but he was not admitting it. "I promised Master, and if I tell you, you will worry."
Leng Can took a deep breath, turned his head to look to the other side, glanced downward, and exhaled with full impatience and annoyance, "I want to kiss you."
Cong Mo's nerves were still immersed in the confusion of lying, and he didn't hear clearly for a moment, "What?"
Leng Can turned around, raised his hand and pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him, "I want to kiss you."
Without giving Cong Mo a chance to answer, he pushed her against the tree, clasped the back of her head with his big hands, and bit her lips fiercely, "Mmm..."
Cong Mo had no idea why he suddenly wanted to kiss her. She just let him do it stiffly, without responding or resisting.
Leng Can was chewing on his own, and soon he became dissatisfied with her attitude, "Xiao Mo, you don't like me kissing you?"
Cong Mo blinked, as if he had just come back to his senses after being caught, "No, it's just... why did you suddenly kiss me?"
"Since you like me to kiss you, and you're still like a piece of wood, and... forget it." Leng Can compromised, "Tell me what you said to Master and I won't be angry."
"I can't tell you."
"I won't tell anyone else, and Master won't know you told me." Leng Can coaxed her, "God knows, the earth knows, you know, I know, Xiaomo, don't you still trust me? Tell me, I won't tell anyone else, only the two of us know, okay?"
Cong Mo's attitude softened, "You really don't want to tell me?"
"Seriously, I won't tell you. I'm a very tight-lipped person." There were only four people on Wuqing Mountain, including a sword spirit. Could something three of them knew still be considered a secret? Leng Can took a moment to think about the question, then raised three fingers to his head and swore, "I promise."
"Well... okay." Cong Mo hesitated, glanced around, motioned him to lower his head, and whispered in his ear that they were going to the Demon Realm.
"What! The Demonic Realm!" The more Leng Can listened, the more solemn his expression became, and he almost jumped up.
"Shh." Cong Mo covered his mouth and pressed him against the tree, turning his body around. "Be quiet."
Leng Can also realized that his voice was indeed a little loud and nodded slowly.
Seeing that he agreed, she let go of his hand and lowered her voice, "Things are not turning around. The Immortal Mountain and the human world can't find any clues. We can't just let things develop arbitrarily and ignore them. We have to go to the demon world to investigate. My love root, my master said, she is very likely the source of all this."
Leng Can followed her, not daring to speak loudly, "Are you going to the Demon Realm tomorrow?"
"yes."
"But that's too dangerous. I, I don't agree." What happened in the Demon Realm left an extremely cruel shadow on Leng Can. The separation between him and Cong Mo also originated from that place. He couldn't be forced to separate from Cong Mo again. "You can't go. What if something happens to you? What should I do? The matter in the human world has been resolved. We can't pretend that we know nothing and that everything is still fine. Xiaomo, I can't wait any longer. I will go crazy if I wait another two years. I don't want to be separated from you. We are supposed to be together forever. Xiaomo, can't you... be selfish for a moment."
"Since I've cultivated the Dao, I must protect the world. This is my mission, and I can't not go." Cong Mo looked at him and gently wiped away the tears from his eyes. She regretted telling him this, causing him to cry again. "Xiao Can, believe me, we won't be separated again."
"Who can say for sure?" Leng Can pushed her hand away and argued with her, "Am I not considered part of the world?"
"Well, but I can't just leave so many people alone. Now the mission falls on us. If we pretend to know nothing, we'll feel bad." Cong Mo stroked his face, "You don't want to see that kind of result either, do you?"
Leng Can pursed his lips and nodded slowly, aggrievedly, "Who wants to see so many people die? I also like the world we have now, but... I like..."
Xiaomo's...
The more she spoke, the more tears fell, and big drops fell on Cong Mo's hands.
"Don't cry, your eyes are going to turn red again." Cong Mo took out a handkerchief and wiped his tears.
"Why do you mind me?" Although he said so, Leng Can did not push her away, his eyes fixed on her hair, "Why, why does this happen to us? You go to protect others, but what about me? What should I do? We are still so young, only in our twenties, and we may lose our lives every day. I don't want this. Why is it you..."
"Why me..." Cong Mo's gaze drifted, his brow furrowed as he thought seriously, "Maybe... from the moment my love roots were torn away from my body, this matter was destined. She intended to destroy the human world, and as one with her, I should pay something for it."
"That's not your fault." Leng Can gasped in tears, "You were just a crybaby back then, and you didn't know things would turn out like this. If you want to blame someone... you have to blame your parents."
Cong Mo shook his head. "It's already happened, and I don't remember them anymore. There's no point in blaming them."
"Anyway, I can't blame you." Leng Can put his arm around her waist, "You are the best Xiaomo..."
"Well, I'm the best."
After talking for a long time, Cong Mo finally coaxed Leng Can to stop crying. He sighed, and a talisman appeared in his palm. He chanted a spell, and the talisman instantly turned into a bracelet. "Wear this, you can sense me. If the bracelet breaks, it means I'm in danger. If not, it means everything is fine."
Leng Can picked up the bracelet and placed it under the moonlight. It shone brightly, exactly the same as the one he had that year. He also knew that this time, he would not be able to stop Cong Mo, and she would still go.
"You must remember that there are people waiting for you to come back." He put the bracelet on, grabbed her waist tightly with his hands, and pouted coquettishly, "But you have to kiss me again."
"Well, kiss you." Cong Mo stood on tiptoe, held his face and kissed him.
Leng Can, wearing a bracelet, hugged her waist and deepened the kiss.
He only hoped that Cong Mo would recover her memory soon, and that he would no longer be a burden to her and repeat the same mistakes.
Tears rolled down between lips and teeth, and the salty taste filled the nose.
The kiss became more and more rapid, Leng Can's breathing became unstable, grabbing her clothes and panting, "Xiao Mo, tonight... are we going to practice spiritual practice?"
Cong Mo's eyes turned red, and he nodded vigorously, "Well, let's practice spiritual cultivation."
In the end, the cushion was not taken away, and Leng Can hurriedly dragged Cong Mo behind the mountain.
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