Chapter 36: Send Shen Songhe to This Venerable One’s Palace
Pei Qi narrowed his eyes watching him, stroking his chin again. “I want you…” He paused deliberately as he spoke, observing Feng Shi’s reaction. Seeing the other party’s expression remained unchanged, he continued, “I want you to send Shen Songhe to This Venerable One’s palace.”
Feng Shi was incredulous: “!!!”
What!
“This…”
How is this possible!
This damn it!
This is impossible!
This is absolutely impossible!
This is asking for his life!
Feng Shi was speechless, his face written full of rejection.
Seeing this, Pei Qi slowly retracted the smile on his face, putting on that skin-deep smile again, dissatisfied: “What? You are unwilling?”
As soon as his voice fell, Feng Shi felt a piercing pain suddenly transmit from his body. It was exactly the backlash of the demon art lurking in his body from before!
Didn’t even say hello!
F*ck…
Feng Shi mentally beat Pei Qi three hundred times. His forehead sweated from pain, and he grabbed Pei Qi’s sleeve with trembling hands.
Pei Qi looked down at him condescendingly, ruthlessly pulling back his sleeve, his voice cold as frost. “Disobedient?”
Feng Shi certainly couldn’t obey; he couldn’t agree to this no matter what!
Leaving aside whether he could twist Shen Songhe, even if he succeeded, he would probably be killed by Qiu Changzhou and Cao Ni afterward.
Besides, his main mission had another clause: Change Shen Songhe’s “doormat” destiny.
If he really sent him over, wouldn’t Shen Songhe follow the old path of the original novel?
So no matter what, Feng Shi couldn’t, and wouldn’t, push the other party into the fire pit with his own hands.
But in the current situation, Feng Shi felt that if he didn’t agree, he might really be tortured to death on the spot by Pei Qi.
This person Pei Qi struck too ruthlessly. Feng Shi should have known long ago that his previous kindness was all pretended!
“I… I’ll listen…” Feng Shi’s eyes were red from pain; as an expedient measure, he could only agree first.
Pei Qi snorted coldly. Hearing this, he didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead, he reached out to pinch the back of his neck, forcefully pressing him onto the soft bedding of the couch. “How will you listen? Tell me?”
Feng Shi’s mouth and nose were blocked. For a moment, breathing was difficult, and he couldn’t speak at all.
Pei Qi watched him struggle, interest revealing in his eyes.
Countless people had died under his hands. He had seen enough of this struggle before death, but he never got tired of watching it no matter how many times.
Now watching a puppy he somewhat liked struggling under his hands, Pei Qi felt his pleasure doubled.
Only when Feng Shi was on the verge of suffocating and fainting did Pei Qi finally let go, refusing any rejection: “Two months. In two months, send the person to me.”
Saying this, he reached out to pat Feng Shi’s face, which was flushed red from violent coughing, and asked, “Did you hear clearly?”
Feng Shi held his collar, nodding to himself, his eyes full of physiological tears.
Pei Qi didn’t feel he had gone too far at all. Looking at Feng Shi, whose head was covered in sweat and whose face was pale and ugly but had no complaints, he became more satisfied in his heart.
However, what he didn’t know was that the obedience was intentionally feigned by the person in front of him. Feng Shi actually hated him to death in his heart.
Two months time, where was Feng Shi supposed to get a Shen Songhe for him?
Just having returned to the inner sect, he didn’t want to be kicked out again.
Feng Shi lay on the couch gasping for breath while pondering how to get rid of this matter.
So when he looked up again, the bed was already empty.
Pei Qi finally left, and the pain in his body slowly subsided. Feng Shi climbed onto the bed and punched the bedboard irritably.
Damn Pei Qi, clinging to him like a leech, was ultimately a hidden danger.
Thinking about it, Feng Shi forced himself to get up and breathed to cultivate.
After finally adjusting, Feng Shi looked at the flickering candlelight at the head of the bed, and only then suddenly realized the white dumpling was missing!
His face turned pale, thinking: Could he have been taken by Pei Qi?
Thinking of this possibility, Feng Shi immediately put on his shoes and got off the bed.
Outside the door, the spirit beasts who had hidden because of Pei Qi’s arrival had come out one after another, standing tremblingly at the door.
As soon as Feng Shi came out, the spirit beasts immediately surrounded him and hugged his legs.
Feng Shi comforted them with a few words, then asked Ratty if he had seen the kid he brought back in the afternoon.
Hearing this, Ratty nodded vigorously and drew on the ground with a fingernail.
Feng Shi leaned in to look, finding the other party drew a long arrow pointing in the direction of the courtyard gate.
He asked, “Left?”
Ratty nodded.
“When did it happen?”
Ratty poked Feng Shi’s leg, then pointed at the arrow on the ground.
Feng Shi: “He left right after I left?”
Ratty nodded again, then painted a human-shaped black block on the ground. Feng Shi recognized this black block depicted the Demon Lord Pei Qi.
Ratty said the white dumpling hadn’t left for long when Pei Qi arrived.
Hearing this, Feng Shi sweated a bit on his forehead again.
He wondered how long the other party had idly watched him in the room while he was sorting herbs there in the afternoon.
But knowing the white dumpling wasn’t captured by Pei Qi, he was relieved.
Just in one day, two key generals were lost from the herb garden. Feng Shi still felt a bit sad.
At the same time, Hei Mang, who was running away with his bundle at top speed, sneezed fiercely, cursing Feng Shi, who had enslaved him for days, severely in his heart again.
The next day, Feng Shi carried the broom from his yard and went up the mountain.
Shen Songhe’s courtyard was adjacent to that iconic giant tree.
Today was the first time Feng Shi actively came up here.
The crown of this tree grew extremely lushly. The trunk was as thick as three people hugging together, tall as a building, with shade like a canopy. Standing underneath looking up, one couldn’t help but sigh.
So tall.
No wonder leaves fell so thick in Shen Songhe’s yard.
Feng Shi carried the broom, pretending to sweep twice under the tree. Thick leaves piled on the ground; a single sweep barely revealed anything.
After checking the tree, Feng Shi turned to go into Shen Songhe’s courtyard.
Usually, a spell could solve the matter, but to farm favorability, Feng Shi felt doing it personally showed more sincerity.
Shen Songhe was in retreat in the small mountain cave behind the yard. There was no one in the yard, so Feng Shi could go in boldly and assuredly.
Opening the door, the courtyard was elegant and simple. It was the place where Feng Shi first appeared in this world, but he was flustered and busy at the time, not having time to look carefully.
Feng Shi didn’t enter the house. After looking twice, he started sweeping from inside the courtyard. The sound of rustling leaves instantly rang out in the quiet environment.
After sweeping only twice, a considerable noise suddenly came from inside the house.
Feng Shi was startled. Just as he looked up, the window facing him was knocked open with a bang by something.
The humming sound of a sword broke through the window, coming toward Feng Shi.
Feng Shi looked closely, and alarm bells instantly rang in his heart. Only now did he realize that although Shen Songhe wasn’t there, his master-protecting sword, Yanluo (Wild Goose Falls), was still there!
On the first day he arrived, Feng Shi still had the conditions to trade a life under its hands. Today he didn’t. Wouldn’t he be killed if it caught the chance??
Feng Shi was annoyed at his negligence in his heart. After all, with his current strength, facing Yanluo meant death or injury.
Yanluo was indeed coming to kill him. The sword tip trembled, stabbing straight at his vital points.
Feng Shi sucked in a cold breath, retreating repeatedly, and drew his sword to block.
However, the imagined sound of swords colliding didn’t ring out.
Feng Shi looked over, only to see a small white tender hand appear at some point, grabbing Yanluo’s hilt.
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