Chapter 27: Your Brother Will Take You Flying
“Senior Brother, have you finished your previous mission?”
Feng Shi remembered that when the other party left, he clearly said it would take some time. Why was he back so soon?
Xiao Yuhui shook his head. “Not yet. I came to help you first.”
Feng Shi: “Did the sect send you?”
“No, it was Master.”
“Master is out of seclusion??!”
Hearing this, Xiao Yuhui looked at him sideways in confusion. He paused and said, “No. Didn’t you tell Master that you encountered danger and needed help?”
“Master sent a message to me and Second Junior Brother the night before last. Presumably, Second Junior Brother will arrive soon too.”
After listening, Feng Shi didn’t know what to say for a moment.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t surprised.
He couldn’t believe it was Shen Songhe who called in reinforcements for him.
Three messages sent to the sect were ignored, but in the end, the Master still doted on the disciple.
However, the fact that Cao Ni was coming too was really f*cked up.
Wasn’t this intentionally trying to make him die faster?
“What’s wrong?” Seeing his unhappy expression, Xiao Yuhui asked with concern.
Feng Shi put on a smiling face. “Nothing. It’s just… I still can’t believe Junior Brother Yan Cheng could do such a thing.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yuhui’s face also became grave. He said, “Junior Brother, you might not know, but this Yan Cheng is a spy for the Demon Race. Master has ordered us to take him back to the sect for punishment.”
Given the previous events, Feng Shi wasn’t surprised they already knew about this.
This was good; it saved him the effort of finding evidence.
Feng Shi feigned surprise. “Ah? Then what is his purpose for doing this?”
“I heard from Master that the Demon Race has a cultivation method involving living soul sacrifice. It requires the essence blood of beautiful women and the flesh of demon beasts as medicine to refine a medicinal liquid. After a demon cultivator consumes it, their strength can increase significantly within a short time.”
Seeing Feng Shi silent, Xiao Yuhui continued to explain, “However, the Demon Race values martial arts. Since the current Demon Lord took over, all cultivation methods that take shortcuts have been banned to ensure fairness in recruiting talent.”
The image of Pei Qi’s frivolous and dissolute figure floated in Feng Shi’s mind, and he raised an eyebrow.
Unexpectedly, although the person didn’t look like much, he actually had some merits.
Taking Xiao Yuhui to the inn where he was staying temporarily, Feng Shi walked around but didn’t see the Free-range Chicken.
“Eh? Why is it gone?”
Feng Shi frowned and searched the whole room, looking even under the seams of the dudou, but didn’t see that white shadow.
It wasn’t until Feng Shi went out that he saw a white-haired young boy, looking as if kneaded from snow and clouds, tasting tea at a tea table by the window on the second floor.
Feng Shi’s heart skipped a beat. His feet seemed nailed to the ground as he widened his eyes, blinking and rubbing them.
This boy looked only three or four years old, thin and small, wearing snow-white robes.
Feng Shi walked a little closer to examine him carefully.
He saw the boy’s beautiful, exquisite face was icy cold. At the tail of his eyes flew a slender touch of bright red, exactly like his Free-range Chicken. On top of his head sat a tuft of upturned red hair, also exactly like his Free-range Chicken…
Feng Shi: “……………………”
He asked Qingqing: “Hey, is this my Free-range Chicken?”
Qingqing lay on the panel, legs crossed and swaying: 【That’s right. Good-looking, isn’t he?】 Pick up a spirit beast, get a free Little Shizun.
Feng Shi recovered from his shock. After a long while, he finally moved his feet and leaned toward the figure by the window.
Hearing the movement, the boy’s jade-white ears moved, but he didn’t turn his head. Instead, he continued to focus his gaze on the sparsely populated street outside the window.
Feng Shi sat down opposite him, keeping a straight face as he probed, “Free-range Chicken?”
Shen Songhe’s hand holding the teacup tightened, and he closed his eyes in forbearance.
Feng Shi looked at his tightened hand and confirmed it. Thus, he spoke relentlessly, “It is you, isn’t it, Chicken-ji?”
“Is it? Is it?”
With a clatter, Shen Songhe couldn’t bear it anymore and slammed the water cup onto the table. His gaze swept over Feng Shi with no warmth, yet the green water in the cup remained completely motionless.
Feng Shi admitted he was slightly stunned by the beauty.
How scary could a little dumpling’s eyes be?
Anyway, Feng Shi wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he smiled and said, “Not bad. You are the second person I find good-looking. The first is my Master.”
Shen Songhe froze for a moment. His anger inexplicably calmed down a little. He tilted his head slightly, and after a long time, coldly threw out a sentence:
“Has nothing to do with me.”
Feng Shi looked up and clicked his tongue twice. “I see you two have quite similar stinking tempers.”
Hearing this, Shen Songhe’s temples throbbed wildly. He simply decided out of sight, out of mind, and got up to walk toward the room.
A child of this age walked with some limb incoordination, looking like he was waddling.
Feng Shi watched from behind, laughing like a goose. Then, with a sudden stride forward, he abruptly hoisted the humanoid Free-range Chicken onto his shoulders—in that riding-on-the-neck posture—and shouted cheerfully, “Let’s go! Your brother will take you flying!”
Shen Songhe only felt his body lift, and when he looked again, he was already much higher.
Beneath him was Feng Shi’s warm body temperature; he could even feel the slight vibration when the other party spoke.
Feng Shi carried the person, preparing to go down the stairs.
Up above, Shen Songhe watched the doorframe rapidly approaching in front of him. Before he could even finish saying the word “No,” there was a loud thud as he slammed solidly into it.
Feng Shi’s cheerful steps were forced to stop.
The guests filling the hall watched this scene helplessly.
……
Inside the inn room.
Feng Shi quickly peeled a few boiled eggs the waiter had just delivered. While gently rolling one on the child’s red and swollen forehead, he suppressed his laughter and put on a guilty look. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t see clearly from that angle~”
Shen Songhe lay on the bed with narrowed eyes, not wanting to talk to him. After applying the hot egg for a while, the nosebleed that had just stopped gushed out again, and Feng Shi hurriedly stuffed it with a handkerchief in a flurry.
“Junior Brother.”
Xiao Yuhui pushed open the door, having returned from investigating the situation inside and outside the city.
Inside the room, one big and one small turned their heads to look at the same time.
Xiao Yuhui looked at the extra little doll in the room, unable to hide the surprise on his face, and blurted out, “How do you even have a child now??!”
As soon as the words fell, the room fell silent.
Finally, Feng Shi couldn’t hold it back first and burst out laughing with a pfft. He was immediately gagged tightly with the handkerchief by the angry Free-range Chicken on the bed.
“No, no,” he removed the handkerchief, waving his hand to explain, “I just picked him up by coincidence earlier.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yuhui looked at him disapprovingly. “How can you just pick up things like children casually? What if…”
He looked carefully at the child on the bed again, as if his throat were blocked, and couldn’t say a word for a long time.
Feng Shi looked at his soul-lost expression, and an old father’s pride rose automatically in his heart. He hummed and laughed, “How is he? Doesn’t he look well-featured?”
More than just well-featured!
Xiao Yuhui nodded, then steadied his mind. “He is indeed born good-looking, but… why do I always feel… somewhere is familiar… my heart feels weird…”
As he spoke, he couldn’t help shivering.
Feng Shi rubbed his chin and agreed, “Hiss, right, right? I have this feeling too.”
Xiao Yuhui: “I’ll ask Second Junior Brother immediately.”
Feng Shi: “…”
Master Shen Songhe closed his eyes, his heart like still water: You are all dead.
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