Chapter 52: Did the Sun Rise from the West?
Shen Songhe felt pain and freed a hand to push Feng Shi’s head.
He couldn’t push him away.
Feng Shi’s slightly sharp canine teeth ground against the fragile skin, not stopping until he tasted the faint metallic tang of blood in his mouth.
The Red Fate poison was too intense, giving him the illusion that he would be burned dry in the next second.
Emotions in Shen Songhe’s heart were complicated. He grabbed one of Feng Shi’s hands that hung down his back.
A thin, pale wrist that could be completely wrapped around without using force, as if it would snap with a hard squeeze.
He didn’t speak but quickened his movements, swimming toward the shore.
And this scene happened to be seen by Zhao Xianyun and the others who came down to search for people.
In the eyes of these people, the movements of the two were not so innocent.
Zhao Xianyun moved to the shore in two or three steps. Having shed his heavy appearance, his figure looked exceptionally slender. The red brocade robes were empty, filled by the wind.
With a flick of his long sleeve, the red brocade moved as if alive, crossing the river surface and coiling around Feng Shi’s body.
Feng Shi only felt his body lighten, and immediately he was pulled out of Shen Songhe’s arms.
Although his consciousness was unclear, he still had a sense of shame. The moment he left the water, he curled up his body.
Like a soft cat, revealing only an arched back.
Zhao Xianyun retracted the brocade and caught the person full in his arms.
Although Feng Shi was an adult male, he wasn’t too heavy. Unfortunately, Zhao Xianyun was someone who would cough up a mouthful of blood after walking two steps. Upon being bumped by him, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
“Bring the antidote.”
Zhao Xianyun reached out, and the woman beside him quickly placed a white medicine bottle into his hand.
By the time he fed the antidote to Feng Shi, Shen Songhe had also come ashore.
When the two met, both looked displeased.
They were silent opposite each other. Finally, it was Zhao Xianyun who spoke first.
“You are still this unscrupulous!”
Shen Songhe raised an eyebrow. No longer maintaining his usual expressionlessness, he said unhurriedly, “Am I?”
Zhao Xianyun’s expression darkened slightly.
The antidote for the Red Fate poison had certain side effects. After drinking it, the poisoned person would fall into a brief slumber. Thus, Feng Shi, currently immersed in dreamland, knew nothing of the tension between the two.
“Give him to me.” Shen Songhe took a step forward, his gaze landing on Feng Shi’s face in Zhao Xianyun’s arms.
This face was the person he thought of day and night.
Zhao Xianyun wasn’t to be outdone, sneering in retort, “On what grounds?”
“He isn’t him.” Shen Songhe obviously looked much calmer. Lowering his eyes, he concealed the emotions within them. “Give him to me, on the grounds that I am his Master.”
Zhao Xianyun’s face sank.
Shen Songhe never deigned to tell lies.
Could it be…
He lowered his head, looking at the person in his arms who resembled Liu Yi by at least seventy percent. Hooking his lips, he took a step back and tightened his arms. “How do you know it isn’t him who came back? I say he is.”
The expression on Shen Songhe’s face became even flatter. His light-colored pupils made him look exceptionally cold and frosty. He continued to step closer, reached out, and wordlessly but forcefully pulled the person into his own arms.
Zhao Xianyun wanted to struggle against him, but he saw Feng Shi frown tightly, seemingly in pain.
In that moment of distraction, the person was already in Shen Songhe’s arms.
“You!”
“Shameless!”
Shen Songhe held the person by the waist, turned sideways, and raised his eyes coldly. “I am shameless.”
“If it really is him, I will never yield him to you.”
“Even if it cannot be confirmed right now.”
After speaking, he no longer looked at Zhao Xianyun and walked back slowly holding the person.
Both of them were still wet. Their clothes clung tightly, stained with the Trailing Gold Moss scattered in the water.
The scorching temperature on Feng Shi’s body had dropped slightly. In Shen Songhe’s arms, he subconsciously nestled into the other’s neck hollow and slept soundly and comfortably.
Shen Songhe’s heart skipped a beat at the other’s intimate nuzzling. He was dazed for a moment, and only then did he purse his lips and circulate his spiritual power to dry the two soaking wet people.
No one knew what Feng Shi went down there to do, or what he took from that old dragon no one had ever seen. They only felt this was a farce and secretly teased about it.
Zhao Xianyun watched the backs of the two, clenched his fist, and finally, his chest heaving, laughed as if letting go.
Feng Shi slept until the next day.
When he woke up, he was the only one in the huge room.
Feng Shi lay on the bed and stared blankly for half a quarter of an hour before thoroughly sorting out the series of events that happened yesterday.
Took the Snake-Holding Grass, and got a free Thousand Gold Pearl…
The son he raised for a few days suddenly and magically turned into his own Master…
Finally… because he was too excited upon meeting, he got poisoned, tackled the man into the water, and did this and that—doing exactly the same thing to Shen Songhe that the aphrodisiac-drugged Shen Songhe had done to him that day!
He simply couldn’t believe the person hugging Shen Songhe, gnawing and sniffing, was himself!
Smack!
Feng Shi slapped his own forehead with one hand, biting his lower lip and shutting his eyes tight, trying to squeeze the scene before him out of his mind.
【Host, detected that your body has a slight low-grade fever. Do you choose to purchase medicine?】
Qingqing’s voice pulled him back to reality.
Feng Shi moved his body to sit up, only then realizing his body was a bit weak and his throat hurt slightly.
“How much?”
Yesterday, he vaguely heard the sound of points being deducted in his sleep. Now looking at the history report on the panel, he found the nightmare was real.
【Not expensive. Regular medicine is 100, special effect medicine is only 200.】
Feng Shi: “…I think I can just tough it out…”
【Oh, alright~ Host can find medicine yourself later.】
Qingqing: As expected of the stingiest Host I’ve ever guided.
Feng Shi picked up the water cup on the bedside table and drank it in one gulp, then threw off the covers and got out of bed.
Opening the door, what entered his view were pavilions and towers just like the Chongshan Sect. Looking further, there were several floating islands half-suspended in the air in the distance.
It should be inside the Hehuan Sect.
This small courtyard looked elegant and quiet; there was no one else besides Feng Shi.
So he no longer restrained himself. Raising his arms, he stretched lazily and briskly, doing stretching exercises—radio calisthenics—facing the refreshing morning wind on the mountain peak.
Halfway through, when Feng Shi was fully in the zone, the door of the room to the left of his suddenly opened from the inside.
Shen Songhe stood at the doorway, looking at Feng Shi who was doing chest expansions.
Feng Shi, arms spread wide, seemingly embracing nature, met his gaze: “……”
………
“Hahaha, good morning Shizun, your disciple is practicing Kung Fu!” After being stunned for a moment, Feng Shi quickly drew his sword and switched movements, trying to salvage the situation.
Unexpectedly, this time Shen Songhe didn’t choose to ignore him. Instead, he nodded and gave a faint “Mn.”
Feng Shi looked at him for a long while. Then, using the posture of swinging the sword, he turned around and looked at the sun hanging high in the sky.
Did the sun rise from the west?
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