We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real?

After Daoist Yunxi left, Xiao Mo sat alone in the room, and the words Junmeng had said at the time echoed ceaselessly through his mind.

“I know...” Xiao Mo looked out the window and murmured softly to himself. “But Daoist Yunxi... how much time do the two of them have left...?”

...

Before he knew it, one month had quietly passed.

During this month, Liu Shui had been taking careful care of Xiao Mo’s daily needs.

Because Daoist Yunxi was away, Gui Junmeng had the highest attainments in alchemy at Seeking Immortality Temple, so she often had to stay in the alchemy hall to refine healing pills for Xiao Mo.

But apart from refining pills, Gui Junmeng would also often brew medicine for Xiao Mo and wipe down his body.

Only, ever since Gui Junmeng had run off somewhat angrily that time, Xiao Mo faintly felt that Junmeng seemed to be avoiding him a little.

Every time he opened his mouth and wanted to say something to her, Junmeng would blush and hurry out, as if afraid to hear even a single word from Xiao Mo.

If she truly could not avoid him, Junmeng would simply cover her ears and cut off her hearing, leaving only a pair of lovely fox eyes blinking at Xiao Mo, as if saying, “I won’t listen, I won’t listen.”

Only after Xiao Mo stopped speaking would she be willing to lower her small hands.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Mo felt rather helpless and did not know what to do.

Soon, another month passed.

The great war between the humans and the demon race gradually became less intense than before. The Demon Alliance’s offensive had clearly slowed.

According to the intelligence the Human Alliance had gathered, it seemed to be because Tushan was arranging some kind of grand formation.

As for what the grand formation would be used for, there was no definite news.

What could be confirmed was that Tushan had poured a massive quantity of spirit stones and rare cultivation treasures into it. It could be said that they were using the full strength of all Tushan to build it.

Four months had already passed since Xiao Mo awakened.

Xiao Mo could now get out of bed and move around a little.

But he was still far from being able to go to the front line.

For his injuries to heal completely, it would likely still take five or six years.

On this day, Gui Junmeng finished decocting the medicine and walked into Xiao Mo’s room as usual.

Under her gaze, Xiao Mo drank that bowl of bitter medicine in one breath.

Gui Junmeng picked up the medicine bowl and turned to leave.

But today, Xiao Mo did not want to let her slip away again.

“Junmeng, there are some things I feel I still need to say to you.” Xiao Mo reached out and gently held Gui Junmeng’s wrist, his tone mild yet firm.

“I... I still have some things to do. I have... I have to go first... Later... let’s talk later...” Gui Junmeng’s tone carried nervousness and unease, as if she wished she could leave Xiao Mo’s room immediately.

Gui Junmeng pulled hard, wanting to break free from Xiao Mo’s hand.

But in the next moment, Xiao Mo held her even more tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

“It’s all right. It’s only a few words. I’ll finish very quickly and won’t delay you for too long,” Xiao Mo said softly.

“Can I... can I not listen...” Gui Junmeng lowered her head. Those faintly wavering fox eyes carried a plea and a pitifulness that made one’s heart break.

“I feel... you still need to listen.” Xiao Mo’s tone allowed no argument.

With a slight exertion of strength, he pulled Gui Junmeng over to sit beside him.

But at this moment, Gui Junmeng had already sealed off her hearing with spiritual power. She did not want to hear any sound.

Xiao Mo and Junmeng had practiced dual practice for so long, and their wedding lacked only the final step. Their Great Daos had nearly merged into one. Naturally, he could clearly sense that Junmeng had blocked her hearing.

“If you refuse to listen, then I won’t let you leave today.” Xiao Mo smiled, picked up brush and paper, and wrote those words down.

Gui Junmeng looked at the sentence Xiao Mo had written. Her thin lips pressed together softly, as if she were sulking, and she lowered her head even farther. Yet she still stubbornly sealed off her hearing.

The room fell into silence, so quiet that one could almost hear the sound of their breathing.

Xiao Mo was in no hurry either. He merely watched Gui Junmeng quietly, watching her deeply conflicted appearance and those long lashes fluttering like butterflies.

This was the first time he had seen Junmeng be so persistent.