Chapter 49 Having met an opponent, you're shameless enough to resort to such underhanded tactics...
Xianyue took a deep breath and asked in return, "You said your name is Lu Xiaoji?"
The man nodded.
"Fine, very well, you think I'm a fool. Then don't blame me for being ruthless."
Her voice was distorted when she said the words "ruthless".
Upon hearing this, the man jumped up in a panic.
He had barely risen halfway when the jade disc slammed him to the ground, pinning him down. Lying there, he grimaced and protested, "My name really is Lu Xiaoji. I've always kept it a secret because I was ashamed to say it. You know my family is poor; raising chickens is the only hope for the whole family..."
Wei Shengxian raised an eyebrow and said, "So you think the name Lu Xiaofeng sounds nice?"
Sikong Zhaixing lied to herself and said, "I've always thought how wonderful it would be if I had this name."
Xianyue sneered, "Thanks to you, this Lu Xiaofeng, who's nowhere to be found, is going to be in big trouble. He'll never guess that he's suffering this calamity because someone is envious and jealous of his name, right? How interesting."
Sikong Zhaixing stared intently at the roof ridge, his eyes fixed on his nose and his mind.
What Lu Xiaofeng? I don't know what you're talking about.
Wei Sheng Xian Yue certainly wouldn't believe his nonsense, but she only had one leaf of the Yan tree!
Knowing his name now is of no use whatsoever!
A thief's name is nothing but bad luck!
Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Xianyue was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth. Before throwing him into the Canghai Scroll as a laborer, she was determined to teach him a lesson.
Her eyes darted around, and suddenly she realized something: Lu Xiaofeng, her son born in the Year of the Rooster, Lu Xiaoji...
She smiled, picked up the pen from the ground, and happily began to draw on his face.
Sikong Zhaixing could certainly guess what she would draw, or rather, what good things this troublemaker could draw.
But he's thick-skinned and doesn't care at all. This troublemaker doesn't even know who he is, so what if he's embarrassed?
Besides, this is just a fake face of his, so he might as well throw it away.
He even leisurely closed his eyes, letting her paint to her heart's content.
Xianyue put away her brush, took two steps back to look at her painting, nodded in satisfaction, and sweetly called out, "Little Lu?"
Seeing her mischievous smile, Sikong Zhaixing suddenly had a bad feeling.
He squinted, about to see what she was up to, when he saw a black stone casually tossed at his feet—the familiar angle, the familiar parabola, the familiar landing spot...
A blue light flashed, and a screen of light appeared in mid-air.
The image above shows Sikong Zhaixing in his current state. He has fallen to the ground in a sorry state, bound like a rice dumpling, with a large turtle painted on his face, and most importantly, the three characters "Lu Xiaoji" written on his forehead.
Sikong Zhaixing and her reflection in the light screen stared at each other, their eyes wide open!
Before she could react, she heard her say with ill intent, "I specially prepared an apology gift for Lu Xiaofeng for you. Aren't I thoughtful?"
Sikong Zhaixing gritted her teeth; this time, she really couldn't laugh anymore.
If Lu Xiaofeng saw this scene, he would laugh his head off!
Then his life is over. What's the difference between being unable to hold his head up in front of Lu Xiaoji for the rest of his life and wanting Sikong Zhaixing to die?
If this gets out, his reputation as the world's number one thief will be ruined!
Sikong Zhaixing's vision went black, and he said angrily, "You're covered in magical treasures, what's with the arrogance? Even if you win, it's an unfair victory!"
"I won unfairly? You, a grown man, want to go head-to-head with a little girl like me? How shameless do you have?" Xianyue laughed angrily.
Sikong Zhaixing truly had countless faces, but he certainly wasn't looking for a direct confrontation. He raised an eyebrow, "How about something else? Are you willing to bet?"
She glanced at him sideways with her eyes half-closed.
Sikong Zhaixing coldly replied, "If you don't dare, then forget it."
Xianyue knew, of course, that this was clearly a provocation, but there was nothing in this world that she wouldn't dare to do.
She's just in time; she was bored in this lousy place!
So she lifted her long eyelashes, raised her head, and said, "Let's compete, what's the bet?"
Sikong Zhaixing appeared to be deep in thought, then suggested, "How about we have a somersault contest?"
Putting everything else aside, he has racked his brains to study and practice this somersault.
With his lightness skill and training, apart from Lu Xiaofeng, he really isn't afraid of anyone else.
He had assumed that this arrogant little girl would agree without batting an eye, but to his surprise, she suddenly exclaimed from the bottom of her heart, "Are you crazy?!"
Her gaze suddenly fell on the still-present red spots on his neck. She paused, then murmured, "Yes, I forgot you are indeed sick."
Micro, life, hold, moon.
Sikong Zhaixing said expressionlessly, "Fine, if I don't dare, then I'm crazy."
The tactic of provocation is indeed very effective, but it also requires the right combination of provocation and provocation.
She leisurely crossed her arms, squatted down, and said with a smile, "Don't you even open your eyes and look at me? I'm dressed so beautifully and pretty, and you want me to have a somersault contest with you? Does anyone believe you're not sick?"
Sikong Zhaixing looked her up and down and nodded in agreement, saying, "This outfit is indeed unparalleled in its wealth and elegance."
Her long, butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered twice, and she blinked proudly at the moon.
He suddenly shook his head regretfully and said, "But as for its beauty and charm, I really can't see it."
Wei Sheng Xian Yue wasn't angry when she heard this; instead, she gave a sweet, honey-smeared smile.
Sikong Zhaixing looked at the pair of crescent-shaped eyes so close to her and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
He was just about to act cheekily when a gust of wind from a fist suddenly hit him in the face. With a loud bang, a solid punch landed squarely on his left eye socket.
Sikong Zhaixing, clutching his bruised eye sockets, lay on the ground, seeing stars, and screamed in agony, "You!"
Xianyue stood up and looked down at him, saying, "I advise you not to ask for trouble, to suffer the consequences of your own actions, to bring shame upon yourself, and to bring about your own destruction."
The swear words were on the tip of his tongue, but he forced himself to change them by gritting his teeth.
A gentleman takes his revenge, even after ten years.
Don't give me the chance.
"So, how exactly do you want to compete?"
The bet and competition were a pretense; the real purpose was to steal the prize.
Sikong Zhaixing was naturally proud, and the more difficult it was, the more he coveted it!
Even if there were any magical artifacts or immortal techniques, he would still steal them.
He clenched his fists, his face turning ashen.
He not only wanted to steal the golden robe, but also to steal everything from her body!
Xianyue, her mischievous schemes churning, shook her head thoughtfully and said, "Then let's compare..."
"Let's drink!" she said sweetly, jumping up in front of Sikong Zhaixing.
Surely you won't refuse?
Upon seeing her sweet smile, Sikong Zhaixing instinctively felt a sour taste in his stomach. He imitated her by squinting his eyes and saying with a forced smile, "Okay."
The moment he saw that smile, he knew that this troublemaker was definitely up to no good again.
Come on, do you think you can be afraid of this little brat when it comes to drinking?
We can always deal with whatever comes our way.
Unbeknownst to Xian Yue, Si Kong Zhai Xing harbored malicious intentions, not only still plotting petty theft but also this time boldly declaring his ambition to steal everything from her!
Of course, she didn't really want to compete with him in drinking; in fact, she wouldn't drink a drop of alcohol!
The two men's eyes darted around, each brimming with mischievous intent; this time, they had truly met their match.
Since the bet has already been agreed upon, Sikong Zhaixing cannot be kept tied down indefinitely.
Xianyue untied him, waved to him, and said expectantly, "See you tomorrow morning."
Sikong Zhaixing hesitated before standing up. Was this troublemaker really not afraid of him running away?
Of course, Xianyue wasn't afraid. Having learned from her previous experience, she added a little something extra to him, ensuring he wouldn't be able to escape no matter where he ran!
Fortunately, Sikong Zhaixing had no intention of escaping before he succeeded!
It was obvious that this troublemaker had used some tricks. As soon as he got back to his room, he hurriedly threw off all his clothes.
He even took a bath in the middle of the night, and he almost scrubbed off a layer of his skin.
The long candle burned for most of the night, and as dawn approached, he finally lay down, still feeling uneasy.
...
The inn was not yet open the next morning.
At the central octagonal table in the main hall, Sikong Zhaixing and Weisheng Xianyue sat on either side.
He was dressed in coarse linen and had ordinary features.
A jeweled and jade-like garment, adorned with pearls and jade.
Sikong Zhaixing's eyes gleamed as she raised an eyebrow and said, "Wasn't it supposed to be a drinking contest?"
Xianyue, resting her chin on her hand, scoffed, "Why are you drinking so early in the morning on an empty stomach? If you're so suicidal, you can just give yourself to me."
Sikong Zhaixing laughed and said, "Sir, you are joking. I am not a fairy from the Nine Heavens, and I do not have any extra life to give away."
Their gazes clashed fiercely in mid-air, sparks flying everywhere.
A waiter approached from beside the moon, hesitatingly asking, "What would you like, sir?"
"Just a bowl of beef noodles, no scallions, and not too much soup." After she finished speaking, she unusually gestured for Sikong Zhaixing to order a bowl as well.
Sikong Zhaixing tapped the table lightly with his fingertips and smiled, "Plain noodles, nothing else."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and said, "There's no time to lose. I'll go to the tavern at the end of the street and buy some strong liquor."
"This is for the drinks." Xianyue tossed it over casually, acting as if she were supporting a gigolo.
Sikong Zhaixing reached out and caught the familiar gold ingot, saying eagerly, "Alright!"
Watching his swift figure fade from sight like stardust, Wei Sheng Xian Yue finally sneaked into the kitchen like a dog.
The fire in the stove was already lit, and hot porridge was simmering in the pot, with billowing white smoke and the aroma of rice filling the air.
The cook turned around abruptly and saw a hairy head suddenly pop out from behind the curtain, startling him so much that he dropped a piece of the sliced beef from his plate.
Looking at the two bowls of noodles neatly arranged behind him, Xianyue smiled sweetly and asked, "Excuse me, do you have any live chickens here?"
Her smile is incredibly sweet.
The cook scratched his head. "We wait for Master Hong to deliver the chickens at noon. If you really need them urgently, I'll go tell the manager and have someone make the trip."
......
After Wei Sheng Xian Yue skipped and hopped away from the kitchen, Si Kong Zhai Xing climbed in through the window.
He looked at the two bowls of noodles on the cutting board, shook his head, sighed insincerely, and deftly poured the beef into the bowl of plain noodles.
That brat even ordered food for me.
It would be a miracle if you believed I was being nice.
He dusted off his hands, his eyes slightly upturned.
You dare to flaunt such despicable tricks? Your grandfather was a thief's ancestor.
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