Chapter 2363: The Cold Swordsman and His Innate Sword Spirit 06

Xie Qingmo was slightly stunned.

After a brief silence, he turned his gaze to Yun Che and slowed down his tone.

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother."

Xie Qingmo lowered his eyes, revealing his true feelings, but he couldn't express them normally, and he never had the chance to say them.

"This Starlight Grass is of excellent quality. It reminds me of the time when I fell off the cliff. My eldest brother was injured on the back by a monster to protect me, leaving a long scar."

"That's when you did the same thing, leaving me the life-saving items."

Yun Che suddenly looked towards Xie Qingmo, and the memories of fighting side by side with his fellow apprentices suddenly appeared in his mind.

Jin Chen's voice transmission sounded again in time, with a hint of anticipation, "Tell Liu Qingcheng..."

Xie Qingmo frowned and understood.

“As for Junior Brother Liu’s kindness, I appreciate it, but an apology cannot be forced.” His eyes swept across Liu Qingcheng and then fell back on Yun Che’s face, his tone sounding particularly reasonable.

"From what Junior Brother Liu said just now, he seems to like the Starlight Grass very much. Senior Brother, why don't you..."

He hadn't finished speaking, but his meaning was obvious.

Do you even want to snatch the spiritual herbs that Senior Brother prepared for me? You are so ignorant!

Yun Che frowned fiercely, feeling very confused.

The true brotherhood, Liu Qingcheng's entangled behavior at the moment, and Qing Mo's seemingly cold but actually giving in everywhere, instantly made him know who was better in his heart.

For the first time, Yun Che interrupted Liu Qingcheng’s defense with a harsh voice.

"Alright, Qingcheng!"

Liu Qingcheng shuddered at the pressure, and Yun Che continued, "Qing Mo needs some peace and quiet, the spiritual herbs are for him, don't mess around anymore!"

The tone of reproach was something Liu Qingcheng had never heard from Yun Che since he joined the sect.

Xie Qingmo didn't expect this to be useful. He was stunned for a moment and then suppressed his emotions.

Liu Qingcheng froze in place, his eyes wide open in disbelief, looking at his senior brother who had always obeyed him in everything, but was now scolding him so harshly for Xie Qingmo.

He bit his lower lip tightly, swallowed all his resentment, and lowered his head.

"Sorry……"

Yun Che handed the spiritual herbs to Xie Qingmo and did not enter the courtyard again to make him unhappy. “Then Qingmo… Senior Brother will come to see you another day.”

Let’s talk about it later when we come alone... or bring Xing Yan and the others with us.

Yun Che glanced at Liu Qingcheng and shook his head.

Xie Qingmo nodded, "Senior Brother, take care.

The courtyard gate closed again, blocking out the noise outside.

A figure in black clothes appeared silently beside Xie Qingmo.

Jin Chen crossed his arms and looked in the direction where Yun Che and Liu Qingcheng disappeared. “This senior brother… still has some brotherly love for you, but he has been deceived by that thing for too long, so his brain is a bit stupid.”

He turned to look at Xie Qingmo, his eyes showing a bit of pride as if he was seeking credit.

"How is it, does my method work?"

Xie Qingmo looked at the closed gate in silence.

He didn't expect, he really didn't expect, that just like this... could help the senior brother get rid of the temptation for a moment.

The little hope that remained in my heart for my master was rekindled because of this small victory.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -1, totaling 59! 】

Xie Qingmo turned to look at the young sword spirit beside him, "Why do you know this will work?"

"Also, is Liu Qingcheng... a White Lotus Demon?"

Why is Liu Qingcheng called Little White Lotus?

Jinchen laughed for a long time, "He is not a white lotus demon, he is... a monster."

Isn't it just a monster? It absorbs the luck and fortune of those close to it and becomes the protagonist with its halo, which can blind one's eyes.

He stepped forward and gently touched Xie Qingmo's chest through the thin fabric.

The warmth from his fingertips made Xie Qingmo tremble slightly.

"Because I know," Jinchen said, "you've never really given up on them. From time to time, you still feel sad for these idiots, don't you?"

Xie Qingmo's pupils shrank slightly. He was struck by these words that went straight to his heart and was speechless for a moment.

Jinchen withdrew his hand and moved closer as if giving a gentle hug, or as if just touching her shoulder.

"So, Xie Qingmo, don't be afraid. I'll help you."

When Jinchen's arms wrapped around him, Xie Qingmo froze.

The body temperature of the young sword spirit came through the thin clothes, with a unique coolness, but it made people feel at ease for some reason.

Before this warmth could warm up in his heart, Xie Qingmo was instantly devastated by Jinchen's second sentence.

"But in exchange," Jin Chen whispered in his ear, "you have to sleep with me every night."

"..."

Xie Qingmo raised his hand expressionlessly, bent his fingers and tapped Jinchen's forehead lightly, "You are a sword, you really won't let yourself suffer any loss."

There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, but not much anger.

Jinchen covered his forehead and groaned, but he could clearly see that Xie Qingmo was not angry at all.

Xie Qingmo turned and walked into the house. When the hem of his clothes swept over the threshold, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This feeling is very strange. This sword is obviously eccentric and over-aggressive, but it makes him feel more... at ease than those fellow disciples he lives with day and night.

It’s like in this vast world, there’s suddenly a companion who will snatch your blanket from you but will never stab you in the back.

"What are you standing there for?" Xie Qingmo glanced back at Jinchen who was still standing there, "You just said you were going to the kitchen to eat some cakes."

Jinchen just remembered what he had to do, and caught up with him in three or two steps. His dark sleeve brushed across the back of Xie Qingmo's drooping hand and he took it.

"Xie Qingmo, do you agree?"

"Shut up."

"Can you hold me to sleep tonight?"

"..."

That night, dusk gradually deepened and the shadows of bamboos danced.

Xie Qingmo was in a light sleep. He was awakened by the noise. Looking at the sword spirit who was already fast asleep beside him, he sighed softly as if he was used to it.

With each breath, the boy's hair on his forehead trembled slightly.

Xie Qingmo lightly touched the scabbard of the Chen Sword in Jinchen's arms.

It's cold and hard, yet somehow makes people feel at ease.

The next moment, Jinchen turned over and hugged him.

Xie Qingmo: “…”

Finally I know what Jinchen complains about every morning. It turns out that the evil sword spirit was the first to complain.