Chapter 33: Small Chicken, Big Temper
Because of the mermaid’s singing, Yan Cheng fell into a temporary slumber and was shackled by Xiao Yuhui seizing the opportunity.
Seeing that the commotion outside had ceased, the people in the city gradually walked out of their rooms one after another.
Feng Shi stood on the guillotine platform. He borrowed an ox cart and bent down to move the black flood dragon’s corpse onto it.
Beside the mother flood dragon lay a little black snake about the thickness of a human finger, lying quietly.
Feng Shiâs movements paused. Then, he collected his thoughts and continued to move the corpse onto the cart.
Perhaps because of the impure bloodline and the barren body, the black flood dragon’s corpse wasn’t very heavy. One ox cart was enough to hold both mother and son.
During this time, the number of people moving around grew. Discovering Feng Shi moving the corpse on the guillotine, several women immediately screamed in terror, pointing at the mother flood dragon’s corpse from a distance. “You can’t collect it! You can’t collect it! You’ll suffer retribution! That’s a harmful monster!”
Feng Shi originally didn’t want to pay attention to them, but those people became noisier and noisier. So he straightened his waist and shot a sharp glare over.
An expressionless, sharp glance.
The women all felt a chill run through their bodies, feeling guilty inside, and lowered their voices until they shut up.
Feng Shi turned around silently, loaded the ox cart, and drove it out of the city.
He buried the bodies in the mountain forest near the mermaid’s cave dwelling. Seeing the flowers blooming well on the nearby hillside, he picked some to place in front of the grave.
Regardless of everything, it was a token of remembrance.
After doing this, Feng Shi drove the ox cart, carrying a cart full of colorful wildflowersâone tucked behind his ear, one held in his mouthâand hummed a song as he returned to the city.
He was a person who always believed in taking revenge early if there was a grudge, and if there was no grudge but someone deserved to die, he would absolutely not be soft-hearted.
Killing Yan Cheng removed a burden from his heart; naturally, he should be happy.
When he returned to the inn where he was staying, Cao Ni had already left, leaving only Xiao Yuhui waiting for Feng Shi to hand over.
Feng Shi simply couldn’t believe it. This time, Cao Ni actually left without picking a fight with him.
Xiao Yuhui patted his shoulder. “Yan Cheng is left to you. Take him back to see the Sect Leader.”
Saying this, he handed over a scroll in his hand.
Feng Shi took the scroll, surprised. “Is Senior Brother not going back personally?”
Xiao Yuhui smiled and shook his head. “This is Junior Brother’s mission. Senior Brother only came to help; I don’t need to claim credit.”
Feng Shi held the scroll in his hand, pursing his lips, not knowing what to say for a moment. Finally, he just said, “Many thanks, Senior Brother.”
Xiao Yuhui patted his head and smiled. “Leaving now.”
Feng Shi watched his back as he left, then looked at the scroll in his hand and carefully put it away.
He had scattered more than half of the ox cart full of wildflowers on the road. When returning the cart, he kept a bunch and gave the rest to the old farmer who rented him the cart.
Feng Shi couldn’t name these flowers, but he thought they were beautiful. He arranged them and placed them at the head of his bedâa large, fresh, and watery bunch.
Shen Songhe, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating with his eyes closed, slightly opened his eyes. He watched Feng Shi carefully sprinkle water droplets on the flowers’ surface, the corners of his mouth hooked in a smile, humming a tune, looking like he was in a good mood.
He moved his eyelids. Before he could retract his gaze, Feng Shi suddenly looked over.
He had a brilliant smile on his face, his voice light and cheerful.
“Little Whitey, we’re going home. Are you happy?”
As Feng Shi spoke, he took the small red flower tucked behind his ear and casually pinned it onto the white dumpling’s head in front of him.
A jade-faced little child paired with a bright red flower looked even more endearing than a New Year’s painting doll.
The more Feng Shi looked, the more he liked him, puckering his lips wanting to give him a kiss.
Shen Songhe was so angry his brain buzzed. It was bad enough giving him a bunch of messy nicknames! Now he was pushing his luck, leaning that big face over!
So, before Feng Shi could stretch his neck out, a foot wrapped in a small white sock stepped forcefully onto half of his face.
“Get lost!”
The voice was milky and childish, making it impossible to get angry.
Feng Shi grabbed that foot, also feeling that he was indeed a bit perverted, so he obediently reined in his thoughts. However, his mouth still ran wild: “Small Chicken, big temper.”
After a silence, Shen Songhe’s face turned abruptly black. He gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, “What did you say?”
Feng Shi looked at his terrifying expression, his brain automatically filling in the phrase: Say that again?
So, truly unafraid of death, he said it again.
Shen Songhe clenched his jaw tight, so angry the red feather on top of his head stood up. He raised his palm, but in the end, he couldn’t bear to let it land on Feng Shi’s face.
Feng Shi didn’t know he had benefited from this face again. He tilted his head, planning to dodge, but didn’t expect the other party to withdraw his hand at the last moment, turning around to close his eyes and meditate.
Feng Shi circled him again and again. Getting no response, he finally gave up in boredom.
He planned to play in the city for another half-day, add some things to his Qiankun bag’s little private stash, buy some new clothes, gadgets, and whatnot. Food could be stored in the account to keep fresh.
However, because he was too poor, Feng Shi spent his money very carefully, feeling like every cent was used on the blade’s edge.
When passing by that ready-made clothing shop selling women’s clothing, Feng Shi unconsciously quickened his pace, looking up and turning his head away to avoid looking. Unexpectedly, just as he reached the door, he was sharply recognized by the proprietress.
“Oh my! Little Gentleman is here to buy clothes again! Come in, come in!” As she spoke, a strong hand grabbed Feng Shi’s arm.
“No…” Feng Shi stumbled; before he could finish speaking, he was pulled through the door.
Who knew this time would be so unlucky? As soon as he entered, he saw an acquaintance.
Ruan Yan was holding a smoky blue light gauze dress, looking at Feng Shi in surprise. “Little Daoist, you…”
She looked at where she was standing, hesitating to speak. It was indeed a women’s clothing store.
Awkwardness didn’t matter; meeting someone you knew while awkward mattered.
Feng Shi hurriedly waved his hand, preparing to bring out his previous explanation. Unexpectedly, the proprietress beside him took up the conversation before him: “Not at all, the Little Gentleman wears them himself!”
Feng Shi heard this, tilted his head, and widened his eyes at her. “???”
The proprietress winked at him. “Don’t lie to us. Everyone in the city knows the Little Gentleman did this to catch the demon. That day, you risked danger wearing our clothes!”
Feng Shi: Damn!
Ruan Yan was even more surprised. Her expression was unpredictable, and after a moment, she actually turned faintly red.
“Really not. Last time was an expedient measure; this time I’m really just passing by.” Feng Shi was helpless.
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the proprietress didn’t treat him as an outsider at all. She insisted on picking two pieces for him, saying he would eventually need them in the future.
Feng Shi spat pei pei pei hurriedly.
The owner explained that her daughter had been living in fear, and since Feng Shi had resolved their worries, they had nothing to repay him with. She insisted he accept two sets of clothes as a gift.
Meeting the gazes of a room full of women, Feng Shi was so embarrassed he wanted to find his head on the floor. Unable to decline, he could only take the clothes and leave quickly. He returned to the inn, dove into his room, and dared not go out wandering blindly again.
At night, Feng Shi packed his small bundle and dragged the white dumpling out of the city.
The time out this trip wasn’t long; he wondered how his patch of herb fields was growing back home.
Boarding the spirit boat, Feng Shi clicked open the System, finally settling down to look at the other conditions of the main mission.
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