Chapter 118: Pull out two dragon scales for me to play with.
Cheng Huang was shocked.
Cheng Huang covered his red ears and turned and ran away.
The dragon coiled on Shang Youqing's wrist was still standing motionless. Suddenly, his vision darkened and a cloth strip with a texture similar to a silk ribbon covered his eyes. Then his dragon tail and claws were tied up with the cloth strips.
The culprit admired the masterpiece on his wrist and said slowly: "Do you feel humiliated now?"
Ying Shixue, who was tied up, said: "...This is unnecessary."
"Really?" Shang Youqing turned and shouted outside the hall, "Cheng Huang! Does that ancient book record where dragons are most afraid of being touched?"
He suddenly slammed the door behind him, his face flushing. "Phoenix, I beg you to keep your voice down! We're in the main hall of the Bright Sky Temple, and the priest is still in the backyard. Can you please be careful about the impact?"
Shang Youqing was a little more reserved and said, "Okay."
Cheng Huang glanced at the dragon she had tied up, coughed, and said, "Well, I did see a line in a book that said the most sensitive part of a dragon should be its horns. That's what the ancient books said, haha, it has nothing to do with me..."
After Huang finished speaking, he covered his ears again and ran away.
Shang Youqing raised his other hand, ready to strike.
"Shang Youqing." When her hand touched the dragon horn, Ying Shixue spoke again, "What else do you want to know?"
Shang Youqing paused, regaining some composure, "Where did you keep my child?"
You should wipe the snow and remain silent.
"Do you think you've arranged everything perfectly? Do you think I'll be grateful for what you've done? Now that you're in my hands, I advise you to cooperate. I can even give you a decent death, otherwise—"
Ying Cixue covered her eyes with the quilt, listened quietly to the little phoenix's angry voice, and said, "I know you still love me."
Shang Youqing's breathing trembled, as if he had punched cotton. He was so angry that he tied up Long Wen as well.
"Whether you love me or not doesn't matter if I'm going to tear your tendons and skin you alive!"
After kneeling for a while, Cheng Huang came over and took Shang Youqing back to the yard for dinner.
The priest prepared a table full of food that Shang Youqing and Cheng Huang liked, but the priest did not show up.
Shang Youqing asked Cheng Huang, but Cheng Huang avoided talking about other things and was vague and did not explain clearly where the priest had gone.
Shang Youqing knew that the priest was still angry with her.
She ate her meal absentmindedly, then returned to her room and lay down in her clothes.
Before she fell asleep, her mind was still full of thoughts on how to calm the priest down.
I was suddenly awakened by the fierce snow outside in the middle of the night, and the cold feeling that was originally wrapped around my wrist disappeared.
Shang Youqing sat up, pulled open his sleeves and saw that there were several pieces of bitten cloth strips hanging from the edge of the cuffs, and the dragon was gone.
On a snowy night with howling cold wind, Shang Youqing walked out of the temple, his figure alone, his thin clothes fluttering in the wind.
She stood quietly on the snow-capped mountain for a long time, finally blinked her somewhat unfocused eyes, slowly squatted down, hugged her knees, and looked at the white snow-capped mountains in the distance.
Amid the raging sound of wind and snow, it seemed as if he was thinking about something, yet it also seemed as if he was thinking about nothing.
I didn't know how long it had been, but suddenly I heard light footsteps beside me.
Shang Youqing turned his head slightly and saw the priest appear beside him. He didn't make any noise, but just looked up at him and asked softly, "Father, he is dead, right?"
Without waiting for the priest to answer, he nodded again, "This evil dragon deserves to die."
The priest took a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and offered it to her. Shang Youqing didn't take it. Instead, she raised her finger and rubbed the frost and snow off her red nose. She stood up and said, "It's so cold. Father, let's go back."
"Xiaoqing."
The priest called her.
Shang Youqing stopped and let the priest wipe her cheek with a handkerchief. She was very well-behaved and quiet, but when she heard the priest say "the priest did not take advantage of anyone's misfortune", her eyelashes trembled noticeably and she slowly raised her eyes.
"Cheng Huang has told me everything that happened during the time you were down the mountain. The priest doesn't want to judge right or wrong. He just thinks that wiping the snow might not be an appropriate choice."
Shang Youqing stiffened slightly, pursed his lips, and slowly nodded.
But the next second, the priest sighed again and spoke again: "However, whether it is suitable or not, your words are not final. Since it is Xiaoqing's life, it depends on Xiaoqing to experience it herself."
The priest stroked Little Phoenix's hair with his gentle palm. "Xiaoqing finally came to her senses. I hope Xiaoqing will be happy. So, I am willing to give him one last chance for Xiaoqing."
Shang Youqing said stubbornly, "Father, you misunderstood. I don't want to forgive Ying Shixue at all. He has done so many evil things that he deserves death!"
The priest agreed gently: "Okay."
"……ah?"
The priest withdrew his hand and said, "Go back to sleep."
Shang Youqing looked at the priest eagerly as he returned to the courtyard, but he didn't have the courage to ask the questions that were on the tip of his tongue.
Cheng Huang, who had been eavesdropping behind the palace door for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore and went up to her and scolded her, "Feng Huang, why don't you be more obvious?"
Shang Youqing silently accepted the scolding, "Isn't it obvious?"
"It's so obvious, okay? I can hear you asking the priest about Ying Shixue's life or death!"
Shang Youqing pulled up Cheng Huang's sleeve and wiped his nose, "The priest didn't tell me that either."
Cheng Huang thought she was crying, so he quickly softened his voice and tried to comfort her, "Alright, alright, Cheng Huang knows. I'll take you there tomorrow!"
Shang Youqing used his other sleeve to wipe it, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. The priest specifically told me to know this. Didn't you say we should wait for Ying Shixue to recover before skinning him alive? After I told the priest, he immediately sent him to Kunlun Mountain's Tianchi Lake to recuperate!"
Shang Youqing paused in sniffing, "Kunlun Mountain Tianchi?"
"Yes, that's the place with the most spiritual energy in Kunlun Mountain! It's definitely better for Ying Shixue to stay in Tianchi than here. She will definitely be able to recover soon and come back to skin you alive! Don't worry!"
After hearing this, Shang Youqing wanted to bury his head in Cheng Huang's shoulder, but Cheng Huang pushed him away mercilessly, "If you keep rubbing your tears and snot on me, I won't take you with me!"
The next morning, Shang Youqing had just sat on the back of Cheng Huang, which had transformed back into its divine beast form, and he made a bold statement in front of the priest who was tinkering with herbs in the yard:
"Father, wait for me! I'll go pluck two dragon scales and make some medicine for you!"
Tianchi Lake is not far from the temple. We just flew over a few more mountains and soon arrived at Tianchi Lake, which is surrounded by snow-capped mountains on all sides.
Cheng Huang originally thought that what Fenghuang said to the priest before leaving was a joke, but as soon as they landed near Tianchi Lake, Shang Youqing sat down on a rock by the lake, looking down at the fairy mist below with a proud look, and said, "Pick out two dragon scales for me to play with."
Cheng Huang knew that she was angry, and tried to persuade her in a gentle tone:
"...Phoenix, Ying Shixue is still the king who rules the sea. Even though his dragon breath is weak right now, you can't just ask him to pluck dragon scales for you to play with, right? Isn't that too humiliating? What if he gets angry out of shame..."
The next second, clouds surged in the fairy pond, and two cold, snow-white dragon scales emerged from the water, fluttering to the tip of Shang Youqing's feet immersed in the water.
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