Woohoo...she took off my pants
After eating so many fruits and having a bloated stomach from dinner at night, and then having a lot of snacks, the old man felt full and sleepy. He separated from Li and returned to the house. Wrapped in warmth, the sleepiness was like a collapsed dam, drowning him in an instant.
Holding on to the last bit of energy, he made the bed, washed his face and cleaned his teeth, took off his coat and hung it up, blew out the light, put on only his inner clothes, quickly got into the quilt, tied the four corners tightly, closed his eyes, and immediately felt sleepy.
In his dream, the taste of the cakes he had just tasted turned into an endless mountain, rushing towards him, saying, "Eat me, eat me."
He had just opened his mouth and was about to taste the delicious food when he was awakened by a knock on the door.
“Knock, knock…”
“Knock, knock…”
The old man was forced to open his eyes, bloodshot. He sat up, pulled the quilt over himself, irritably smoothed his hair, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Who?"
"It's me, Li."
"Come in." The old man was very displeased. Seeing that Xi was only wearing his underwear and looked like he was getting ready for bed, he tried to dissuade him. "You're so naked, it must be urgent. I'm very sleepy. If we can solve it tomorrow, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"I'm here." Yu was not shy. He closed the door, turned on the light, walked slowly towards him, and sat down next to him. "Master, please don't chase me away."
The old man half opened his eyes and looked at him, "Then tell me, quickly."
"I came to see Master so late at night because I wanted to..." He fiddled with his fingers, "to ask if there is any way to make Junior Brother not want to go down the mountain."
"Leng Can has made up his mind." The old man yawned loudly. "We have no right to interfere. Why force it? He is still alive. We can visit him anytime. It's not like he's gone forever."
He pursed his lips and said, "If I were the only one left in Wuqing Mountain, it would be very boring."
"Then you can't go down the mountain with him." The old man pulled the quilt over his shoulders. "You must stay with me. I am your master."
"I know, but..."
"Besides, the person you should be looking for in this matter is Cong Mo. I can't dissuade you." The old man slowly closed his eyes, his voice becoming increasingly lame. "They should all be asleep by now. You can go ask them in person tomorrow."
"They're not sleeping," he said unhappily.
The old man had lost most of his consciousness and asked, "What can I do if I don't sleep?"
"Let's practice spiritual cultivation. Today, he..." He covered his mouth with his hand, realizing that he had said the wrong thing. He carefully looked at the old man's expression, "Master, I..."
The old man's chaotic consciousness completely dissipated after three seconds. He pushed down the quilt and opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and there was an indescribable surprise between his brows. He hadn't heard this word for a long time and was unable to react for a moment. "What did you say?"
I was frightened by him, "No, nothing..."
"I heard it. They're practicing spiritual cultivation?" The old man swallowed his saliva, unable to believe what he heard. He was worried about Leng Can, but he didn't expect him to lead Cong Mo in that direction. Cong Mo was unreasonable and followed his orders in everything. He looked at Yu, "Do you know what spiritual cultivation is?"
"I know, I know!" Seeing that his face was not right, he raised his hand and gently tugged at his clothes, pretending to be calm, "That... Junior brother said that this is a side practice technique that can quickly increase spiritual power and can help Junior sister recover her spiritual power and memory. He didn't let me tell me because he was afraid that I would be unhappy if I knew that they practiced side techniques. Brother, you are so generous, you won't be unhappy..."
The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more he could feel the old man's face becoming more and more gloomy.
"When? When did you know?"
He lowered his head, not daring to lie again, "Today, my junior brother told me that he... was very happy."
"No wonder... you're willing to work tonight..." The old man threw back the quilt and stood up. "Now, immediately, follow me to the back mountain. I'll show you what spiritual practice is."
Frightened by him, he stood up immediately and said, "I know, I know."
He wanted to cry but had no tears. He could only follow in small steps. He didn't even have the chance to go back for his coat. He casually put on an old man's coat and hurried to the back mountain.
But the scene in the house in the back mountain at this moment was not as they had imagined.
Leng Can leaned on Cong Mo's shoulder, covering his nose while crying out loudly, "I'm really such a loser..."
Cong Mo sat there blankly, not even knowing how to comfort him.
This is the second time that Xiaocan has had a nosebleed during spiritual practice. It seems that her health is not very good. It is estimated that this spiritual practice will not succeed. She should find other ways to improve her spiritual power.
She tried to suggest, "Forget it, let's just..."
"No!" Leng Can rejected it outright. He stood up with his nose blocked and walked around the whole house. "In my opinion, the feng shui of this house must be bad."
Cong Mo didn't know where he came to this conclusion, "Maybe you're not feeling well."
"I'm good enough!" Leng Can turned around and glared at her. "I'm in good health. I've tried it myself!"
After saying this, he felt awkward, scratched his head, and looked at Cong Mo sheepishly, "Occasionally, not often."
Cong Mo: “?”
"Can I do spiritual practice alone?"
The pictures in the book are all of two people together, can it be done alone as well?
Cong Mo blinked, "Do you know how to practice spiritual cultivation alone? The books only mention two people."
Now the one who was stunned should be Leng Can. How should he explain to Cong Mo that spiritual practice has other aliases, and what he did was not considered spiritual practice at all.
"No..." Leng Can muttered, "I...ah...anyway, I can change places, but you can't change others."
Cong Mo said nothing, only staring at him intently. He felt uneasy, and quickly raised his hand to swear, "I really don't often do... that kind of thing alone. It's only occasionally, so... I'm in really good health, pretty good. It's just... I get inexplicably nervous, so I keep getting nosebleeds."
"But if it's possible to do it alone, I can do it alone, and you won't need to help. This is a good thing." Cong Mo slowly stood up. "Why do you want to hide the fact that spiritual practice is possible alone? I have no secrets from you, but you have secrets from me?"
"I can do it. Why don't you believe me?" Leng Can emphasized again and again, "These two times were accidents. You have to allow me to make two mistakes. I won't make the same mistake the third time."
"Could it be..." Cong Mo rubbed his chin, not listening to him, "Is it because you are a man and I am a woman? Why is there a difference between men and women? Because of physiological differences? Your vagina looks different from mine?"
The two of them are talking about completely different things.
But Leng Can's heartbeat suddenly stopped when Cong Mo raised his head and looked at him.
He suddenly felt something was wrong.
Inadvertently, life seems to be threatened.
So when the old man and the man knocked on the door and came in, they saw a scene that was extremely shocking to their eyes.
Nosebleed flowed to the corner of his mouth. Leng Can held his pants tightly with both hands, and was so surprised that he couldn't even cry. "You, why did you take off my pants? It's too fast..."
Cong Mo squatted in front of him and pulled his pants down tightly, "It must be because we look different that we can't be alone."
"What do you mean by 'alone'?" Leng Can yelled in fear. Although he would belong to Cong Mo sooner or later, if he did it now, it would be too fast for a young man like him who was innocent, pure and devoted to the world. He would have a violent heartbeat or die from a nosebleed. "Too fast, my nose will bleed dry. Stop pulling, my pants are going to be torn."
"Let me see." Cong Mo didn't let go, but looked up at him with an expressionless face. If Leng Can wasn't the victim, just looking at this face, it would be impossible to imagine what she was doing.
"I just want to know why you can be alone."
Leng Can couldn't hold it in any longer, "What can I do alone?"
From the perspective of the old man Qingyi and Xi, Leng Can was forcing Cong Mo to kneel in front of him and doing some indecent things.
The old man was so angry that his lungs were about to explode. He rushed forward without saying a word. Before Leng Can heard Cong Mo's answer, he felt his neck tighten and a feeling of suffocation came over him. The next second, he was pulled back with great force.
The old man grabbed the back of his collar and threw him backwards. Cong Mo held on tightly and countered his strength. Neither of them gave in. The moment they separated, there was a sound of "ripping". In full view of everyone, Leng Can's pants were completely torn into two pieces. Cong Mo held a large piece of cloth in his hand. What Leng Can wore on his lower body could only cover the most basic privacy. A large area of smooth legs was exposed, which was almost blinding.
Xi followed him from behind, "Junior brother, why did Junior sister pull down your pants?"
During the entire journey, the old man had not explained to him what spiritual cultivation actually meant, saying that he simply could not understand. Although he was extremely curious, he did not dare to ask due to the old man's solemn expression. The two of them had been almost silent all the way.
"Wuwu..." Leng Can steadied himself, stood up from him, pulled his robe in front of him, briefly hiding his shame, his face full of tears, "Wuwu... I didn't..."
Cong Mo was so absorbed in the answers he wanted that he didn't notice someone coming. Leng Can was simply too distracted to pay attention to anything else. He was about to ask him such a question. Leng Can's heart was about to die. This was a huge misunderstanding. "I didn't let her. She was the one who pulled my pants off."
Cong Mo stood up, "Master? Why are you..."
"Are you okay?" The old man grabbed Cong Mo's shoulders, not giving her a chance to speak. He looked around and was relieved to see that she was dressed properly. "Leng Can didn't do anything to you? Your clothes are neat, but where's your face and mouth..."
He pinched Cong Mo's chin, forced her to open her mouth, and kept looking into her mouth, as if he wanted to get inside.
Cong Mo felt pain in his face from being pinched, so he pushed his hand away and said, "I'm fine, why are you here?"
"Why am I here? I'm worried something might happen to you." The old man almost couldn't breathe. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He asked her, "What did Leng Can do to you?"
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