Why don’t you listen to your mother and listen to me?
After saying this,
Leng Can was the first to realize how abrupt and unreasonable his words were. "No, I, I..."
"Why?" Cong Mo stared at him without blinking.
She neither agreed nor refused, but was confused, wondering why he wanted to kiss her.
Leng Can rolled his Adam's apple, not knowing where he got the courage from. He raised his hand tremblingly and touched the corner of her lips, caressing them gently with his fingers. His eyes revealed a tenderness that he had never imagined.
"What are you doing?" Cong Mo grabbed his wrist and looked up at him. His dark pupils reflected the beautiful scenery of the sun shining on the earth, and there was a little him in it.
"Bang, bang, bang"
Leng Can only felt his heart beating faster and faster, unable to hide it, and could only weakly hum "It hurts".
Cong Mo quickly let him go, "Sorry, I..."
"Then do you want to kiss me?" Leng Can lowered his head, his fingers nervously twirling her sleeves. The hair hanging down from the ends of her hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
Cong Mo tilted his head and asked coldly, "Why would I want to kiss you?"
"It's just... I suddenly felt that I was very cute and handsome." Leng Can explained in a panic.
"No, I won't be impulsive." Cong Mo shook her head, gently caressing his face and holding his chin up, forcing Leng Can to look directly at her. Then she found that Leng Can's eyes were red again, "Xiao Can, why don't you look up, and why... are you crying?"
"I'm not crying." Leng Can slapped her away, covered his eyes and turned his head away.
"Are you angry?" Cong Mo stuffed the remaining half of the lotus leaf chicken into his mouth and tapped his shoulder. "Why?"
After waiting for a long time, he showed no intention of answering.
Cong Mo held his rumbling stomach and pulled the wooden box over.
When she had already eaten two lotus leaf chickens and three dim sums, Leng Can finally made a sound and whispered, "No reason."
Cong Mo originally thought that he wouldn't be able to speak to her today, but when he heard that he was willing to answer her, she felt relieved. "Since Xiaocan is no longer angry and it's getting dark, let's go back first."
The moment she stood up, Leng Can, who had been silent, suddenly grabbed her arm. Cong Mo lost her balance and fell back, falling on her butt and burping.
Leng Can said coldly, "I'm not going back."
Cong Mo propped himself up on his arms and asked him, puzzled, "Why? My mother said it's not good to be outside at night. It's dangerous."
Leng Can had calmed down by now. He turned around and looked at her. His eyes were sharp, but the red at the corners of his eyes had not yet faded. He looked like a bullied puppy. "But this is Wuqing Mountain. There is no mother here. There is only me."
Cong Mo couldn't digest his words for a moment, "What do you mean? I..."
"Xiao Mo." Leng Can interrupted her, "Are you going to obey your mother for the rest of your life?"
"I……"
"Do you know that the ruthless way requires abandoning all emotions and desires, and that there can be no soft spots, not even family affection?"
"I know." Cong Mo frowned, a little unhappy.
Leng Can continued, "Then why do you still listen to your mother?"
Cong Mo's eyes were filled with confusion. "Who should I listen to then?"
"Listen to yourself." Leng Can grabbed her shoulders and said seriously.
Cong Mo suddenly felt a huge sense of unease and helplessness sweeping over her. This was a feeling she had never experienced before. A chill that penetrated deep into her bones enveloped her. She suddenly threw herself on Leng Can, hugged his neck tightly, and absorbed his body warmth. "It's so cold, Xiaocan, so cold."
"Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you? Xiao Mo!" Leng Can was extremely worried. He held her waist with one hand to prevent her from sliding down, and pushed her shoulder with the other hand, "Let me see you, let me..."
"No!" Cong Mo yelled, his body shaking uncontrollably, his legs and feet stiff, he hugged his neck tightly, burying his head in the crook of his neck, "It's so cold, Xiaocan, so cold..."
"Xiao Can! Let me go first, I'm going to find Master, Xiao Can..."
"No...no..." Cong Mo shook his head vigorously, and even summoned black words to wrap around the two of them.
"Xiaocan! You..." Leng Can suddenly stopped talking, and the warm current in the crook of his neck made his heart tremble.
Cong Mo... cried,
He couldn't describe his feelings at the moment. He just felt like his heart was being squeezed by a big hand and he couldn't breathe, but the veins in his brain told of his excitement at that moment.
He didn't like Cong Mo crying, but he also hoped that Cong Mo would be sad because of him.
He was despicable and attributed all this to the pleasure of revenge. He was taking revenge on Cong Mo.
"Xiao Can, I'm still here." Leng Can seemed to realize what was bothering her, so he added the word "still". He let Cong Mo lie on him, gently stroking her fair neck, and said calmly, "Xiao Mo, there is no mother in Wuqing Mountain, and there can be no mother on Wuqing Road either. But Wuqing Mountain has me, Leng Can, and I will accompany Xiao Mo on Wuqing Road."
After a long time, Cong Mo's weak breath was heard at the end of his ear. "Really?"
Leng Can stroked the protruding spine on her back and coaxed her, "If you don't listen to A'niang or Xiaomo, listen to me, okay? I will help Xiaomo. Xiaomo can do whatever she wants."
"But..." Cong Mo's breath sprayed on his ears, "My mother told me about the practice of the ruthless way."
"That's why I'm here." Leng Can pushed her shoulders and lifted her up. Cong Mo's eyes were filled with tears as he pushed her forward.
He suddenly became tired of Cong Mo's mother. In his impression, a cowardly woman who could only rely on her husband to survive, yet she required Cong Mo to go through thousands of dangers, endure hardships, and practice the path of ruthlessness, and still occupy such a big place in her heart.
Why?
Why did she put shackles on Cong Mo? The chains tightly wrapped around her legs, trapping her life. Cong Mo could only hold up the thick chains and move forward on this dead end road with no end in sight. And on the road, his old enemy was causing trouble.
Just at this moment, Cong Mo burst into tears, and the crystal tears rolled down, dripping onto Leng Can's lips and sliding into his mouth along his lips.
Leng Can subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick it, "Salty."
He told Cong Mo, "Mother can't stay with us forever, so I'm here to take you to the road behind Wuqing Mountain. Xiaomo, you need me, you can't leave me."
"We grew up together, I won't lie to you." Leng Can raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Xiao Mo, I want you to believe me."
Cong Mo rubbed his palm and nodded slowly.
The two sat up again, and Leng Can stuffed an orange candy into her mouth, "You just ate so much without telling me."
"I'm very hungry." Cong Mo was in a depressed mood.
Leng Can looked at her red nose and felt a little distracted. Cong Mo had not yet answered his first question.
Leng Can raised his head and exhaled, as if trying hard not to be stage-frightened. Inch by inch, his hand slowly moved across the lawn until it touched her fingers. Before Cong Mo could ask a question, he grabbed her hand and clasped it in his palm, coughing shyly, "Do you understand... what a kiss is?"
"Kissing refers to an intimate contact between two people using the mouth, especially an intimate act between two people who are close to each other." Cong Mo explained seriously, "I saw my mother and father do it, but only once. Afterwards, they sent me to another room."
"Then..." Cong Mo was sometimes very naive, like a child who knew nothing about the world. Leng Can couldn't bear to coax her into doing anything out of the ordinary.
"What's wrong?" Cong Mo asked him.
"It's okay." Leng Can shook his head, moved closer to her, and rested his head on her shoulder, "I want to sit for a while."
"Yeah." Cong Mo took out a piece of dessert and fed it to his mouth, "Let's go back after the sunset."
"good."
"Master." Yi looked at the two people being intimate in the sunset, puzzled. "Why didn't you stop them? The behavior between Junior Brother and Junior Sister is not what happens between normal men and women."
The Master of Love said calmly, "It's a destined calamity. Even if we interfere, it will be useless."
"But Junior Sister..."
"Yi, you absorbed the spiritual veins in Wuqing Mountain, so you should be able to detect any abnormalities between Congmo and others."
Li rarely showed a guilty expression, lowered his head, and bowed slightly, "Master should know earlier than me that Junior Sister has one less soul than others, but..."
He hesitated and said, "I don't think losing that soul is a bad thing. Losing a soul means losing your keen understanding of emotions. Junior Sister is even more gifted in cultivating the path of ruthlessness, so why not?"
The Master of Love looked at the two figures cuddling together, without looking at him, and said, "Losing one's soul in exchange for something else is against destiny. We don't know if Cong Mo's cultivation of the Way of Ruthlessness is truly from her heart."
I didn't understand what he meant, "What do you mean?"
"Qing, you still need to practice." The Master of Love shook his head. Leng Can leaned on Cong Mo's shoulder, glancing at her from time to time, his eyes full of joy. He showed no displeasure and turned away first. "The spiritual herb will be with me. As a punishment, you can't visit me for half a month."
Feeling a sudden disaster, he hurriedly chased after Master Qing, "Master..."
As night fell, Cong Mo's energy for the day was exhausted. He pushed Leng Can out of the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, "I'm so sleepy."
Sleepiness tugged at her eyelids, and Leng Can's words kept circling in her mind. She muttered something, and without the heart to think anymore, she turned over and fell asleep.
Leng Can lay on the couch, his mind full of Cong Mo's soft and rosy lips, and all sleepiness was gone.
"Ah!" He tossed and turned, rolling around with the quilt in his arms, "Cong Mo, you bastard! You're disturbing my peace!"
The heat permeated his body, scalding from bottom to top, and then from top to bottom. Leng Can was in a daze, and he fell asleep in a daze until midnight.
When he woke up the next day, there were bruises on his eyes. Cong Mo woke up earlier than him, had breakfast, and went to study swordsmanship early. Leng Can grabbed his sword and went to the training ground to practice flying the sword.
From a distance he could see Xu sitting at the stone table with a sad face waiting for him.
"Senior brother, what's wrong with you?" Leng Can stepped over and sat on the other side, asking while yawning.
He glanced at him resentfully, but ultimately couldn't say anything. "I heard you successfully flew on a sword."
"Yeah." Leng Can nodded calmly, not as excited as expected. "It's just that I still need to practice more. I'll rest and digest breakfast and then continue training."
Li looked at him intriguingly, "Are you... still Junior Brother Leng?"
Leng Can's ears turned red, revealing a shy expression, "Of course, I'm just different now. People always change."
He also has to fight for the great plan he has in mind.
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