Chapter 51: Don’t Move
Zhao Xianyun led his people down into the abyss without stopping for a moment.
He knew well that the old dragon was trapped deep at the bottom of the abyss and wouldn’t be encountered just by going down this fissure, so he landed without any worries.
The old dragon’s cries had slowed down a lot—perhaps it was tired—but it still shook the surrounding loose rocks down with a rustle.
“You few, deal with these Red Fate snakes first.” Zhao Xianyun directed his subordinates while simultaneously spreading out his Divine Sense to search for Feng Shi’s location.
To his surprise, Feng Shi’s location wasn’t over by the old dragon, but at…
Zhao Xianyun’s gaze turned accordingly.
In the river?
At this moment, the two people disposing of the Red Fate snakes also saw the two figures in the river. They looked back in astonishment, seeking instructions from Zhao Xianyun: “Sect Master, this…”
Zhao Xianyun looked at the two figures entangled in the water, the corner of his mouth twitching violently. Then, almost grinding his teeth to dust, he flung his sleeve:
“How is it this surnamed Shen again!”
Half a quarter of an hour ago.
Feng Shi, whose consciousness was blurred by the fire burning inside him, stumbled toward the underground river. On the way, he was bitten by two more small snakes, adding frost to snow.
By the time he reached the shore, the scene before his eyes was already seeing double.
Shen Songhe stood on a rock to the side, looking at him with a complicated expression. “Water is useless.”
Feng Shi gasped for air, turning his head to ask him, “What?”
Shen Songhe frowned slightly, unwilling to say more. He jumped directly off the rock and hoisted the person onto his shoulder.
A small person with the height of a four or five-year-old carrying the long-limbed Feng Shi—Feng Shi’s head was only two fingers away from the ground, which was crawling with snakes.
“Wait! Wait a minute!”
Feng Shi was scared into a bit of sobriety. With his head upside down and face flushed red, he mustered his last bit of strength and swapped their positions.
Thus, Shen Songhe only felt his vision blur, and then he was held in the arms of Feng Shi, who was swaying and couldn’t even stand steadily.
The person whose face was red to the extreme smiled at him foolishly, like a drunkard. “This… this is the right way…”
Shen Songhe: “……”
He moved his body but couldn’t break free. The other party actually still had the strength to hold on very tight.
“Let go!” Shen Songhe lowered his voice.
“I won’t!” Feng Shi competed with him in volume.
After shouting, he turned around holding the person and continued walking toward the river, subconsciously avoiding the small snakes hiding in the Trailing Gold Moss.
Shen Songhe inserted his hand into Feng Shi’s hair and grabbed it, intending to exert force to knock him out first. But his hands and feet suddenly went soft for no reason.
Without warning, his small, short hands and feet began to lengthen.
Feng Shi was sweating like rain, his eyes filled only with that river. Seeing that he was about to arrive, he was startled to find the weight in his arms getting heavier and heavier.
He looked down.
He discovered that the Little White Dumpling lying in his arms had changed appearance at some point.
Brows picturesque, eyes like stars. At the tail of his right eye, there was even a seductive little mole—positioned right where a tear would glide over if lying down.
Feng Shi swallowed involuntarily, feeling the fire in his body roar and rush to the pit of his heart.
But… why did his head get bigger?
Shen Songhe was all too familiar with his look. His gaze turned cold as he growled low, “Let go!”
Hearing this voice, Feng Shi woke up as if from a dream.
He looked closely again.
“……!”
Fine! The thing in his arms wasn’t some Little White Dumpling; it was clearly a super bomb that could detonate at any time!
It was also at this moment that he finally realized Qingqing hadn’t just been making a random announcement earlier—Shen Songhe had really appeared!!!
“Shi Shi… Shizun!?” Feng Shi bit his tongue in anxiety, tears instantly welling up in his eyes.
However, this wasn’t even the most tragic part. Even more tragically, because Feng Shi was nervous, his footing became even more unstable. His center of gravity pitched forward, and he took the person in his arms with him, falling into the underground river together.
The river immediately rippled with golden waves.
This underground river looked ordinary, but the water was actually very deep, carrying a chill that penetrated deep into the earth.
And the bank on this side was a steep slope. Once the two fell in, they uncontrollably slid into the center of the river.
Feng Shi choked on a few mouthfuls of water and flailed a couple of times. Feeling the chill in the water, he finally sobered up briefly, his sluggish brain beginning to function.
He looked at Shen Songhe bobbing in the water, shock filling his heart. But before he could think much, the other party reached out a pale hand and hooked it around his neck.
Feng Shi, suddenly having his head pushed down: “Gurgle #^*!!”
Shen Songhe coughed twice. After getting close, he supported Feng Shi’s waist and dragged him out.
Feng Shi held back the urge to curse. Unfortunately, this was his Master, the Protagonist of the world whom he couldn’t offend.
But thinking that Shen Songhe was the Little White Dumpling he had been raising as a son every day, he felt a sense of betrayal from being deceived. A bubbling displeasure rose from the bottom of his heart.
“Shizun…” Feng Shi called out reluctantly, still feeling pity for the “disappearance” of the Little White Dumpling in his heart.
Shen Songhe didn’t let go of the hand hooped around Feng Shi’s waist. With one hand, he gathered his hair and threw it back, his long brows knitting slightly.
His voice was deep and magnetic as his gaze fell into Feng Shi’s eyes. “Stop making a fuss. Come up with me.”
As he spoke, water droplets and Trailing Gold Moss hanging on his thick, black eyelashes were gently shaken off. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Under the water, his robes drifted, faintly revealing a lean and powerful figure through the glowing golden fragmented flowers.
“……”
Feng Shi’s eyes went straight. He blinked and swallowed, then quickly looked away, cursing himself in his heart for having no integrity. He kicked his legs underwater, treating it as stomping his feet.
Dammit! How could I be bewitched by beauty!
With this movement, both of them became unstable for a moment.
Shen Songhe pinched his waist, neither lightly nor heavily, his tone impatient: “Don’t move around!”
This pinch happened to grab right onto Feng Shi’s ticklish spot. Feng Shi let out a physiological giggle, his head naturally resting against the hollow of Shen Songhe’s neck. His hands gripped Shen Songhe’s firm arms, and his legs wrapped around his waist.
Reacting to this, Feng Shi first felt like he was hugging a pillar, but then thought: What damn pillar? Isn’t this my good Master?!
Thinking of this, he stiffly raised his head and met Shen Songhe’s cold, handsome face.
……
Feng Shi (forcing a smile): “Haha, hahaha…”
Shen Songhe: “……”
“Get down!”
Feng Shi immediately, instantly, non-stop rolled down. But momentarily failing to control his strength, he almost choked himself to death again, so he grabbed Shen Songhe’s hand again, unafraid of death.
The heat in his body invaded again at some point. Feng Shi felt dizzy and his head swelled. He had reactions he shouldn’t have, and they were very obvious. Given that degree of intimate contact just now, Shen Songhe definitely must have felt it.
Fuck.
Help.
Feng Shi, who considered himself a social butterfly, died of social embarrassment.
Shen Songhe’s jaw tightened. Expressionless, he hoisted the person up and swam toward the water’s edge.
However, as someone who flew in the sky, his water skills really couldn’t be considered very good. Now carrying a person, he was naturally somewhat unable to do as he wished.
Feng Shi wrapped his arms around Shen Songhe’s neck, half-lying on his shoulder. His nose was filled with the faint fishy smell of water and a scent that seemed to be there yet not.
Not sweet, but somewhat addictive, making one want to inhale more.
The toxicity of the Red Fate, combined with the blood rushing to his head, made Feng Shi’s consciousness blurred. Tilting his head, he exhaled scorching breath, all of it hitting the side of Shen Songhe’s neck.
Perhaps the poison from the two snakes behind him also flared up; Feng Shi became increasingly unable to control himself. A moment later, he finally bit down on that pale skin emitting the fragrance.
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