Chapter 37: Some Things Need Confirmation
The cold-faced little boy had a touch of bright red at the tail of his eyes. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, his gaze falling lightly on Feng Shi’s face. Then, exerting a little force with his hand, he pulled Yanluo down from the air, flourished a sword flower, and put it behind his back.
The set of movements was flowing and smooth, looking truly beautiful.
Feng Shi was surprised: “Little Whitey? Why are you in my Master’s yard!”
He sheathed his own tattered broken sword, threw away the broom in his hand, stepped forward with a stride, and pulled the white dumpling in front of him.
Shen Songhe ground his teeth expressionlessly, dodging his hand.
He originally thought he could just leave and be done with it. Unexpectedly, this guy was missing a screw, getting a whim to come sweep his yard, and they bumped into each other again.
“What are you doing here?”
“I still want to ask why you are here!”
Feng Shi half-squatted, leveling his gaze with the white dumpling, a bit of happiness hanging on his face, yet frowning.
He patted the tuft of red hair on top of the child’s head. “If you ran to Master’s place to steal things, I’m going to punish you.”
Shen Songhe put his hands behind his back and sneered. “I think you look more like the thief.”
If not for his tacit permission, who could enter this yard?
Feng Shi clicked his tongue. His hand got itchy and slapped the white dumpling’s butt twice, settling other scores: “Why didn’t you tell me when you ran away! You aren’t loyal enough.”
The contract he placed on the two spirit beasts at that time wasn’t very effective; it couldn’t keep anyone.
But one or two running away on the same day still made him feel hurt. After all, he raised them, right? Gave feelings, right?
Shen Songhe’s face changed from being hit, anger in his heart, and his hand instantly relaxed its strength.
Yanluo, who had long been unable to stand Feng Shi, flew back instantly, pressing straight against Feng Shi’s throat. But without Shen Songhe’s permission, it ultimately dared not strike a killing blow.
Feng Shi hissed, raising both hands to negotiate with Yanluo. “Brother Yan, let’s talk nicely, let’s talk nicely…”
“I just wanted to sweep the floor, showing some filial piety to the old Master. Absolutely no other meaning! I swear!”
Feng Shi held up three fingers, his expression sincere, verifiable by heaven and earth.
Shen Songhe hummed low, but thoughts swirled in his heart.
A moment later, he tapped Yanluo’s blade with a finger, transmitting a voice to it: You go back to the room first.
Yanluo buzzed, wanting to protest, but meeting Shen Songhe’s icy eyes, it finally succumbed. It circled Feng Shi to threaten him twice more, then reluctantly returned through the window it came from.
Feng Shi saw clearly, surprised that Yanluo actually listened to the white dumpling.
He thought of the first time he saw the white dumpling; the other party was near here.
Could it be…
Feng Shi stared at the white dumpling for a while.
Could it be that this guy is actually a crane raised by Shen Songhe?
Thinking of it this way, it made some sense. After all, he had heard rumors of Shen Songhe pitying his own shadow and comparing himself to a crane. It wouldn’t be strange to raise a crane in his residence.
And the crane raised by Shen Songhe naturally wouldn’t be an ordinary product. Yanluo fearing him had a reason then.
In just a few breaths, Feng Shi had found enough reasons.
He let out a breath and asked the white dumpling in front of him, “Master isn’t here; are you okay as a crane alone? How about coming down to live with me? When Master comes out of seclusion, I’ll personally send you back.”
Master Shen Songhe himself stood in front of Feng Shi, his face looking very ugly.
This guy, what did he mistake him for…
Feng Shi couldn’t read faces right now. Seeing him silent, he took it as default. Finally, he cast a cleaning spell on the yard. After all, raising a crane for Master and being attentive to gain favorability wasn’t bad.
After doing this, Feng Shi reached out to the little white dumpling beside him, smiling beamingly. “Let’s go.”
Shen Songhe looked at the slender white hand in front of him and pursed his lips.
He should have refused.
But… he didn’t.
He thought, there were some things he needed to confirm.
Shen Songhe ignored Feng Shi’s hand, stepping out the door ahead of him.
Feng Shi looked at that arrogant, cute ball and instantly beamed with joy. It seemed his cheerful and amusing days had a place to land again.
Returning to the residence, Feng Shi added a bed for the little white dumpling in front of his own bed. It was only half the length of Feng Shi’s bed—not too big, not too small, just right for a white dumpling to sleep.
Shen Songhe looked at the soft, clean small bed in front of him, feeling it wasn’t bad, not rejecting it so much.
But it was just too close to Feng Shi.
So, shortly after, the small bed next to the big bed was moved by Shen Songhe to the window, far away from Feng Shi, to avoid his itchy hands pinching his face.
Seeing this, Feng Shi didn’t care much, feeling it was fine as long as he could see him.
A day later, Feng Shi was trying to comprehend a new cultivation method when a disciple suddenly came to Yihe Peak, calling his name outside the courtyard.
Feng Shi opened his eyes. seeing the white dumpling sitting cross-legged on the small bed, unsure if he was practicing or asleep, he got out of bed lightly.
The one calling Feng Shi outside was a stranger disciple. In the hot weather, his face was red and somewhat impatient.
“This Senior Brother, is there something wrong?” Feng Shi put on his usual obedient boy smile, looking shy and timid.
The disciple, whose face was originally very bad, saw this and his expression softened a little. “The Demon Slaying Tower is about to open. The quota for Yihe Peak fell on you. Remember to go over the day after tomorrow!”
Feng Shi was stunned, then smiled, bowing to give thanks. “Sorry to trouble Senior Brother for the trip. Feng Shi understands.”
That disciple waved his hand. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Feng Shi, who grinningly stuffed a handful of spirit stones into his hand, saying it was remuneration for troubling him to run this errand.
Yihe Peak was far, and the sect forbade sword flying. This person running a trip must be unhappy in his heart.
Now feeling much more comfortable, the disciple took the spirit stones, a smile on his face, but said nothing more and left.
Feng Shi looked at the “Passerby Favorability +70” notification on the screen, clicking his tongue and shaking his head.
The experience in the Demon Slaying Tower a year ago seemed vivid in his mind. Feng Shi thought of Xu Yan, and the smile on his face carried a bit of sincerity.
It was just a pity on one point: he was still at Foundation Establishment, failing to meet the other party’s expectation of “cannot be just Foundation Establishment when we meet again.”
But presumably, that old fellow Xu Yan would at most mock him a couple of times and wouldn’t blame him for anything.
About to see an acquaintance not seen for a year, Feng Shi was in a good mood, smiling softly for two days in a row.
On the night before entering the tower, Feng Shi began to organize things into his Qiankun bag. He dug out the gadgets bought in Linyu City, taking everything he could, most importantly the aged Huadiao wine bought for the old fellow.
Digging to the bottom, he dug out a few pieces of women’s clothing.
All kinds of colors, all exquisite and beautiful—boutique items the proprietress picked for him.
Then there was that red mandarin duck dudou.
As soon as Feng Shi took it out and saw it clearly, he stuffed it under the quilt like a thief, a pink mist fainting on his face.
He coughed twice to cover up, then subconsciously glanced at the little white dumpling by the window.
Unexpectedly, the little white dumpling was also looking at him, even raising an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping under the quilt.
Obviously saw it!
Feng Shi: “!!”
He trotted over, flusteredly covering the white dumpling’s eyes, very fierce: “What are children looking at blindly!”
Before at the inn, the other party was still a free-range chicken, so Feng Shi had no psychological burden.
But now it was different. Ask who could openly take out that piece of clothing in front of a precocious kindergarten child!
Shen Songhe snorted in his heart, prying the other party’s hand off his face, but his expression tightened abruptly after his gaze fell into Feng Shi’s inadvertently opened collar.
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