Chapter 45: You’re Teasing Me so Much I Can’t Smile
These two men were burly and thickset, daring to block Feng Shi’s path in broad daylight.
Feng Shi picked up the white dumpling and smiled. “Big brothers, what is the meaning of this?”
The two men facing him didn’t answer but continued to close in on him.
Feng Shi took two steps back, and the boss’s voice came from behind him.
Turning around, he saw the boss rubbing his hands with a lewd expression, approaching Feng Shi.
“This little friend looks very much like an old friend of mine. Why don’t… you come with me?”
Feng Shi:
“…”
“…”
“…”
Fine, you people just don’t change your lines, do you?
“Apologies, you must have mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time here.”
Feng Shi put on a good-tempered smile and deftly pressed the head of the white dumpling in his arms back against his neck.
He was afraid the other party might have some other proclivities. The Little White Dumpling was so cute; it would be trouble if he caught their eye.
However, this boss was obviously an old slicker. Faced with Feng Shi’s reaction, he continued to reply with a smile, “No matter. That old friend of mine happened not to be a local either.”
Seeing that reason wouldn’t work, Feng Shi immediately summoned his disciple sword, preparing to flee first.
Unexpectedly, although this boss looked fat and big-eared, his cultivation base was unfathomable. Feng Shi only felt a strong, unbearable pressure slam down on his head, and then he collapsed to his knees, unable to support himself.
“Haha, want to run? In this day and age, there is no one whom I, Zhao Xianyun, cannot keep.” The man stuck out his round pig belly and approached Feng Shi step by step, the flesh on his face trembling three times with each step.
Zhao… Zhao Xianyun?!
He is Zhao Xianyun?
Feng Shi looked up in disbelief, meeting a face disgusting enough to make one vomit.
This appearance… it was completely unrelated to the image Xu Yan described!
Where is the promised delicate beauty??
Where is the promised lotus rising from the water??
Shock was unconcealed on Feng Shi’s face.
Zhao Xianyun narrowed his eyes, squatted down, and pinched Feng Shi’s chin with two greasy fingers. The flesh on his face almost squeezed his eyes shut. “What? You know this Sect Master?”
This Sect Master.
Sect Master of the Hehuan Sect.
Daring to call himself “This Sect Master,” and possessing unfathomable cultivation.
It was Zhao Xianyun, alright.
But, why was the change so drastic?
Feng Shi frowned so hard he could crush a fly, and blurted out, “Did you kill the previous guy?”
Zhao Xianyun, who had a savage grin on his face, paused. Dumbfounded: “Huh?”
Seizing the opportunity, Feng Shi took out the flying knife used as a token from his bosom and spoke directly, “My name is Feng Shi. Senior Xu Yan sent me.”
Hearing this, Zhao Xianyun reached out and took the flying knife. The expression on his face seemed to change, yet seemed unchanged. He froze in place for a long while without moving.
Feng Shi couldn’t gauge his intentions. Just as he was about to say he was also the third disciple under Shen Songhe, he heard Zhao Xianyun suddenly ask, “What is your relationship with him?”
When he spoke this time, the voice had completely changed.
The originally rough and greasy voice turned into the gentle, jade-like voice of a refined young master. It sounded extremely incongruous with his current face.
Feng Shi told the truth: “He is my teacher.”
The smile on Zhao Xianyun’s face faded slightly. He stood up from the ground, and simultaneously, Feng Shi felt the pressure enveloping him gradually dissipate.
“Fat Pig” Zhao Xianyun’s entire demeanor changed drastically. With his hands behind his back, he circled Feng Shi without a word, scrutinizing his face.
“Did he ever tell you… that you look very much like someone?”
“…He did.”
“It seems he still hasn’t forgotten that person…” Zhao Xianyun touched his chin, his tone filled with emotion. He immediately patted Feng Shi’s shoulder. “This isn’t the place to talk. Come with me.”
As he spoke, he signaled the few burly men beside him to watch over the Furnace stall, then turned and led Feng Shi toward a tea house on the side.
Feng Shi held the white dumpling, who looked to be in a bad mood and throwing a tantrum, and followed behind Zhao Xianyun.
He pinched the little dumpling’s ear and whispered, “You don’t like him?”
It wasn’t just that Shen Songhe didn’t like him.
They had a feud.
“Put me down.” Shen Songhe had been too focused on looking at Zhao Xianyun earlier and ignored his proximity to Feng Shi. Reacting now, he swung his legs with cold eyes.
His legs were still hooked around Feng Shi’s waist, and the movement rubbed against Feng Shi, making him itch and laugh. So, holding the kid’s bottom, he tossed him up a bit and laughed, “Don’t wiggle, it tickles.”
Zhao Xianyun, walking in front, heard the laughter and noticed the ball of white in Feng Shi’s arms. He asked suspiciously, “You already have a Dao Companion?”
Feng Shi retracted his smile, coughed awkwardly twice, and denied it. “No.”
Zhao Xianyun didn’t ask further but stared at Shen Songhe’s face.
The more he looked, the more startled Zhao Xianyun felt. His eyes widened, and he gave Feng Shi a look that was hard to describe. “Don’t tell me this is the son you had with that guy Shen Songhe!”
Feng Shi: Cough!
He almost choked on his own saliva!
He said with embarrassment and annoyance, “Pah pah! How can you slander me like that! I told you, I haven’t formed a Dao union yet!”
Zhao Xianyun put his heart back in his stomach and turned around. “Oh.”
A moment later, he turned back again, reached out, and tugged hard on the red tuft of hair on Shen Songhe’s head, revealing that lewd, greasy smile again. “He looks so much like him. Lend him to me to play with?”
Hearing this, Feng Shi tucked the Little White Dumpling deeper into his arms, took a step back, and gave a fake smile. “What brand of pervert are Ning?”
Zhao Xianyun touched his nose. “What are you thinking? I just have a grudge against that guy surnamed Shen and can’t help wanting to pinch him.”
Feng Shi was skeptical.
Zhao Xianyun led him deep into the tea house, passing through the front courtyard, crossing the backyard, and finally arriving in front of an exquisitely decorated pavilion.
Entering the main hall, a strong scent of rouge assailed their noses, accompanied by the tender laughter of orioles and swallows. Several scantily clad men and women welcomed them with fragrant smiles, only to be waved away lightly by Zhao Xianyun.
Looking at the array of at least ten people, Feng Shi sighed, “I didn’t expect Sect Master Zhao to have such good fortune.”
Zhao Xianyun waved his hand. “Just for cultivation, that’s all.”
He sat down in the main seat, took a sip of tea, and then asked Feng Shi, who was seated below, “Speak. What business did that guy Xu Yan send you to find me for?”
Feng Shi explained the reasons in full detail.
Zhao Xianyun leaned back lazily in his chair, his chest and belly exposed. Coupled with his massive body, it really couldn’t be called a pleasant sight.
“So that’s how it is. Pei Qi has always been domineering. If you want to escape his control, the only way is death.”
Feng Shi naturally knew this too. “My teacher said you would have a way.”
Zhao Xianyun lifted his eyelids and sneered. “I do have a way. Whether you use it or not depends on you.”
Feng Shi had a bad premonition. “What way?”
Zhao Xianyun smiled even wider, his fat trembling. “In my Hehuan Sect, what other way could there be? It’s nothing more than seeking pleasure.”
Feng Shi: “…”
“If you want, Gege can cure you right now~”
Feng Shi: “Thanks. Farewell.”
Seeing that he really stood up to leave, Zhao Xianyun quickly waved him back. “Don’t go. I was just teasing you. Are you really not going to treat it?”
Feng Shi pulled the corners of his mouth toward him, revealing a smile uglier than crying. “You’re teasing me so much I can’t smile.”
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