Chapter 117: Want to move? Beg me.
The shallow water flowed quietly over her ankles where she was standing on the gravel, and rose up bit by bit.
Shang Youqing did not give the other party any chance to hesitate or consider, and the flame gathered in his palm was about to disperse violently.
It was at this time that a strange undercurrent began to surge beneath the narrow crevices of several huge rocks half-submerged in the stream.
Shang Youqing keenly noticed this subtle change, narrowed his eyes, and was about to use the Phoenix Fire in his palm to split the stone, but suddenly he heard the cold and muffled sound waves spreading from the undercurrent.
"Do you really want to kill me?"
From the moment he entered that sea, he felt as if his heart was being strangled by a giant invisible hand. After hearing this voice, Shang Youqing was silent for several seconds before opening his lips and saying, "More than that."
The spiritual power at her fingertips condensed even more, and her phoenix eyes were sharp. "I will not spare you from having my tendons torn out or my skin peeled off. Hurry and get out here and die."
As she finished speaking, a thin snow-white dragon crawled up along her ankle.
Shang Youqing paused for a moment, then reached out and picked it up.
The little dragon coiled around Shang Youqing's wrist was cold and docile, its entire body snow-white, with only a single vertical scale of dark blue faintly visible on its sharp spine. It lay on Shang Youqing's wrist.
It was like a blue blood vessel winding along Shang Youqing's wrist bone, both abstinent and sexy.
He did not struggle, and looked completely willing to be slaughtered. However, when he lowered his head, the cold white dragon horns pressed against her thin skin, making a calm and cold sound.
"You can smoke me if you want, but put me back after you're done."
Shang Youqing carefully observed the dragon clinging to his wrist and asked in a low voice, "...Ying Shixue, how did you become so small?"
The dragon was silent.
Shang Youqing didn't get an answer, so he turned to ask Cheng Huang, "Cheng Huang, why did he become so small?"
Cheng Huang was even more surprised than her, and couldn't help but move forward to see more clearly.
As a result, the snow-white little dragon crawled to the inside of Shang Youqing's wrist without saying a word, holding her wrist with its claws indifferently, standing with its dragon horns, and facing Cheng Huang.
Shang Youqing then pulled his wrist away a little further and reminded Cheng Huang, "Don't get so close."
"..." Cheng Huang had no choice but to step back a little, not caring at all about the dragon still being there, and started to argue with Fenghuang right in front of him, "Phoenix, I really know what's going on here!"
"When I was a child, before I transformed into a divine beast, I often spent time reading books with the priest, cultivating my character. I once stumbled across a book about dragons, which said that when a dragon's breath is weak, it can't sustain its massive form. Therefore, the dragon will disguise itself as a thief and hide in the mountains and rivers to practice in seclusion, waiting to regain its strength in the future."
Shang Youqing listened while playing with the snow-white dragon on his wrist, "I see."
"Phoenix..." Cheng Huang quickly glanced at the dragon in her hand, then looked back at Shang Youqing and asked cautiously in a low voice, "Are you still going to tear his tendons and skin him alive? He's already like this..."
Shang Youqing also lowered his voice, "You also think it's meaningless to have him skinned and ripped apart like this?"
Cheng Huang nodded rapidly, "Yeah."
"Why not wait until he recovers and then I'll extract his dragon tendons and scales."
The dragon that had been coiled silently around her wrist, "..."
Shang Youqing changed the subject again, "Cheng Huang, then tell me, where is the most abundant spiritual energy that will help this evil dragon recover?"
Cheng Huang said quietly: "The Kunlun Mountains where your father is..."
"Great, we'll set off back to Kunlun Snow Mountain right now."
After Shang Youqing finished speaking, he attached a layer of restraining spiritual power to the dragon on his wrist, making it unable to move. Then he patted Cheng Huang on the back, signaling him to quickly transform back into the form of a divine beast and set off.
Cheng Huang hesitated, "Fenghuang, are you really going to take Ying Shixue back to Kunlun Snow Mountain like this? The priest will be angry if he sees you, right?"
"What do you know? The priest should be happy to see Ying Shixue become like this!"
Cheng Huang looked at her doubtfully. Before he could figure out what his phoenix was thinking, he heard the phoenix urging him, so he had to wave his hand, turn back into the divine beast, and fly back to the distant Kunlun Mountains with the phoenix.
Standing in the snow-capped Kunlun Snow Mountain Temple, the sound of Sanskrit can be heard from afar.
As soon as Shang Youqing got off the yellow horse, he couldn't wait to open the door of the courtyard and pushed it open.
As expected, the priest, dressed in a loose robe, was in the yard taking care of his flowers, plants and trees.
Hearing the sound of the courtyard door opening, the priest turned around and saw Shang Youqing and Cheng Huang at the door. He showed no change in emotion and just nodded and said, "You're back."
Shang Youqing hummed, then quickly stepped forward, raised his hand, and displayed the thin, snow-white dragon coiled around his wrist. "Father, look, what is this?"
Cheng Huang, who was behind him, staggered and almost fell when he heard this.
In order to avoid harming innocent people, he quickly hid behind the door and watched vigilantly for a certain phoenix that was so bold as to actually dare to dance in front of the priest.
The priest looked at it calmly and asked, "Where did the fish come from?"
Shang Youqing: "It's not a small fish."
The priest sneered, "Maybe it's a dragon?"
"Yes, Father, it is a dragon. Look again, who is this dragon?"
The priest looked away and said, "Don't look at it, throw it away," then turned around and continued watering his tea trees.
Shang Youqing, unwilling to give up, squatted down beside the tea tree, looked up at the priest and suggested, "It would be a shame to throw it away. How about I make some soup for you, Father?"
The priest lowered his eyes: "Xiaoqing."
Shang Youqing took a small step aside without saying a word.
The priest was silent for a moment, as if he was helpless with his own child and couldn't bear to say a harsh word. He could only turn his head to look at Cheng Huang who was trying to hide, and said, "Cheng Huang, come here."
Cheng Huang came over reluctantly and protested softly, "Father, I really did persuade Fenghuang. It was she who insisted on bringing Ying Shixue back to Kunlun Mountain. You can't just say that without Fenghuang..."
Shang Youqing squatted under the tea tree, his face calm and he turned the tables: "But Cheng Huang knew that I wanted to bring back Ying Shixue but still agreed. Cheng Huang is also wrong."
Cheng Huang turned to look at her in disbelief: "Good for you, little phoenix!"
The priest interrupted the two people who were arguing, "Go to the temple and kneel down."
"Okay."
Shang Youqing pulled the jute bike to the temple in front of the courtyard.
Cheng Huang was still angry, "Cheng Huang really loves you for nothing!"
"I was wrong."
Cheng Huang hummed, and finally put a cushion under the place where she was kneeling. Only then did Shang Youqing kneel down comfortably.
Then, she raised her wrist and glared coldly at a dragon whose tail was coiled in several circles around her wrist, lying motionless.
Although Ying Shixue couldn't move, her voice remained cold: "Shang Youqing, this is childish. It doesn't humiliate me in the slightest."
Shang Youqing: "How shameless you are! This little thing certainly can't humiliate you."
She laughed slowly.
"Want to move? Beg me."
Before Ying Shixue could answer, Cheng Huang, who was kneeling beside her, covered his ears and couldn't stand it anymore: "Phoenix! I'm still here!"
Shang Youqing blinked and glanced at Cheng Huang:
"Oh, sorry, Cheng Huang, I might have to say some dirty words to humiliate him next. To avoid polluting your ears, how about you kneel outside first?"
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