Chapter 50 A One in Ten Thousand Misfortune: Chaos + Soul Swap = ...
Before long, Sikong Zhaixing swaggered in through the main entrance, carrying several large jars of wine.
As soon as he entered, he saw Wei Shengxianyue picking out noodles, her face rosy from eating, looking extremely happy.
Sikong Zhaixing paused, her heart skipping a beat.
If she is unharmed, doesn't that mean there's something strange about his bowl of noodles?
When Xianyue saw him, her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly urged, "Why are you so late! The noodles are cold, eat quickly!"
Heaven knows that even if a knife were held to Sikong Zhaixing's neck, he wouldn't dare eat a bowl of noodles offered by Weisheng Xianyue as a gesture of goodwill.
His face stiffened, and he said awkwardly, "You eat it, it's all soggy. I'll just have another bowl."
Xianyue's expression changed drastically, and she gritted her teeth, threatening, "Are you going to eat it or not?"
Just then, someone outside the inn called out, "Who wants the chicken?"
With her almond-shaped eyes wide open, she ran out excitedly, shouting, "My chicken!"
Sikong Zhaixing didn't have time to steal a glance. He quickly grabbed the bowl of noodles and ran away. If he stayed any longer, this little tyrant would be stuffing food into his mouth.
......
After completely destroying the evidence, Sikong Zhaixing breathed a sigh of relief, only to remember there was still that damned chicken.
Feeling uneasy and unable to put his mind at ease, he simply crept into Wei Sheng Xian Yue's room, intending to play the role of the blind spot under the lamp.
The room was tidy everywhere, except for a half-eaten plate of pastries on the table.
He picked up a piece at random and took a vicious bite.
Not only did he clean the house, but he also bought the pastries! It's outrageous!
He'd been tormented for two days, without a drop of water, and was starving, while this troublemaker was enjoying himself.
He seized the opportunity and ate everything up like a starving ghost reincarnated.
Light footsteps and... crowing of a rooster sounded outside the door. Sikong Zhaixing pounded his dry chest, then flipped over in mid-air and landed on the roof beam.
Carrying a chicken coop, she walked through the door, humming a tune.
As soon as she entered the room, a strange heat surged through her mind.
She shook her head and staggered to the table, but the heat surged over her like a tidal wave.
Double images began to appear before my eyes, and my soul felt as if it were being pulled by a pair of invisible hands. The world shook violently.
It can't be...
In the last second before she collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness, her lifeless eyes reflected the slumped figure above her.
It was Sikong Zhaixing.
She closed her eyes in despair; it was over.
It's a one in ten thousand misfortune.
......
"You bastard!! I'm going to kill you!" a clear male voice roared.
The sound was extremely penetrating, instantly waking Sikong Zhaixing.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was met with his own disguised face on the roof beam!
His eyes widened, and he subconsciously reached out his hand. It was soft, white, and delicate, and his bone age was no more than eighteen.
He jumped up hastily, touching his face in alarm—almond-shaped eyes, willow-leaf eyebrows, baby face.
A tiny creature carries the moon!
I woke up to find myself transformed into a woman, the very woman I hated so much. It was absolutely terrifying.
"You bastard! If you touch me again, I'll chop off your hand!" Xianyue shouted angrily, taking off her shoe and throwing it at him.
The dusty cloth shoe spun and hurtled towards the person, hitting the bullseye with a "whoosh".
After a muffled thud, the cloth shoe slid down the hair bun and, by sheer coincidence, got stuck on the hairpin in the person's hair, swaying back and forth!
Before Sikong Zhaixing could react, Xianyue was already furious, her eyes red with rage, and she cried out in despair, "Pull it off right now!!"
"Wei Sheng Xian Yue! What on earth is going on?!" Sikong Zhaixing tugged at the cloth shoes behind his temples, speaking with suppressed humiliation.
Wei Sheng Xian Yue shouted at him incredulously, "You have the nerve to ask me! What on earth did you do! How did you end up in my room!"
If she weren't currently trapped on the roof beam and unable to get down, she would have rushed up and killed him immediately.
Unaware that the beam had saved her life, Sikong Zhaixing was still tugging at the cloth shoes in her hair. The messy stuff in her hair was stuck tightly and she couldn't pull it out at all, which only made her scalp ache.
The thief was always nimble-handed, and he said angrily, "You're so clumsy, you might as well just cut it off with scissors."
"You dare!"
The sound was so sharp, piercing, and deafening that even the chickens in the coop seemed startled and started squawking loudly.
That arrogant attitude was utterly absurd. Xianyue covered her ears and cried out in despair, "You bastard, did you eat the chicken biscuits on the table? What are you trying to do! Those are for the chickens!"
Sikong Zhaixing raised her voice, "You feed chicken biscuits?"
Xianyue couldn't stand it anymore and said, "If you can eat it, why can't you eat chicken?"
“I ate chicken biscuits, so I became you,” Sikong Zhaixing slowly recounted, trying to understand the cause and effect contained within.
As the moon hung in the sky, a blurry image of that bowl of escaped noodles suddenly flashed through my mind, as if I had just woken from a dream!
She pointed at Sikong Zhaixing and shouted, "Fine, you even swapped my face!"
Enraged, Xianyue roared, "You bastard, just you wait! You'll never have a good life!"
Amidst the angry shouts, Sikong Zhaixing met those two chicken eyes that looked like mung beans and suddenly had a sudden realization!
If he had fallen for the trick and eaten that bowl of plain noodles, while the chicken had gone against all odds and eaten the chicken biscuit.
Then he, Sikong Zhaixing, the king of thieves, will turn into a chicken!
Lu Xiaoji's chicken!
A surge of anger welled up inside him. His eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and said viciously, "You're so young, yet you've got a truly wicked heart."
The voice was delicate and sweet, yet it carried a hidden meaning of wanting to tear the other person to pieces.
He suddenly snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "You should be thankful that I ate this pastry, otherwise a certain young lady would have turned into a rooster!"
As he said this, his voice was filled with regret and remorse, and even his brows furrowed.
Wei Sheng Xian Yue was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat, but she didn't regret it at all. Instead, she clenched her fists and thought through gritted teeth.
Today, this feud has been completely and utterly established.
She's not Wei Sheng if she doesn't turn this bastard upside down and make him beg for mercy on his knees!
Sikong Zhaixing's disguise skills, if not the best in the world, are already quite close.
The best disguise is to completely transform yourself into another person.
He can shrink his bones, and of course he has disguised himself as women, and quite a few at that, from centenarian old women to ten-year-old girls.
Therefore, after recovering from his shock, he was much more accepting of this strange soul-swapping thing.
He could pretend he was disguised as Wei Sheng Xian Yue, and at least see this troublemaker get his comeuppance. More importantly, the golden robe and the Qiankun bag just jumped straight into his hands.
He chuckled inwardly: Wei Sheng, you've brought this on yourself, haven't you? Let's see how arrogant you can be now.
Sikong Zhaixing, mimicking the way he held the moon, leisurely crossed his arms and looked up to watch the show.
He had already realized that this troublemaker couldn't possibly be immobilized by light-footed kung fu.
"Why don't you come down, you thief?" he said leisurely.
Xianyue's face turned pale and then red, and she threatened, "If you dare to say another sarcastic word, I'll jump. I'll not only jump from here, I'll jump from the third floor."
The man sighed, "Go ahead and jump. It's only right that I take the fall for you."
Xianyue was furious, "Do you believe I'll switch it back?!"
Before she could finish speaking, Sikong Zhaixing interrupted, "Young Miss, if you could have changed it, you would have done so already. All your magical artifacts are with me!"
Wei Sheng Xian Yue never imagined that her cute and pretty face would be so hateful to a despicable and shameless owner!
Only seven words came to her mind: "A tiger fallen into the plains is bullied by dogs."
I can't stand this anymore!
She gritted her teeth and jumped straight down.
Unfortunately, she hadn't fully tamed her new body with its long legs and arms, and when she landed, she lost her balance and fell headfirst into the air.
Sikong Zhaixing burst into laughter; this wasn't his original face, and he felt no shame whatsoever.
He was projecting the image of a troublemaker!
Heaven truly has eyes!
Wei Sheng, holding the moon in his hand, gripped the ground with his ten fingers, endured the pain as he got up, and before he could even stand up, he rushed towards Sikong Zhaixing, as if he were going to die together with him.
Sikong Zhaixing didn't try to dodge, but he really didn't expect that Weisheng Xianyue would be so ruthless that she would even beat him up!
Fists rained down like raindrops, and feet were not idle either, kicking wildly whenever they had the chance.
Without his lightness skill, Sikong Zhaixing's physical abilities were also lacking. He jumped onto the desk, panting, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this the Golden Silk Armor Robe?"
A large number of wooden tables and chairs in the guest room were knocked over, but the vases and tea sets were spared. He picked up the jade pendant and, imitating the others, shouted, "Thirty-three days!"
Xianyue picked up the book and threw it at him, "You still call yourself the Thirty-Three Heavens! You don't deserve it! You think you can steal my magical artifact? You're dreaming!"
Sikong Zhaixing never expected that this troublemaker was all show and no substance; she couldn't even fight back, and she was exhausted after running only a few steps.
Breathing was so difficult that it hurt his chest and lungs. After all that, he had to rely on the magic tools. For a moment, he had no choice but to run away with his head in his hands.
...
After a flurry of activity, the elegant guest room was reduced to ruins.
With nowhere to put their feet down, the two lay on the bed, panting heavily, their foreheads and eyebrows covered in sweat, too exhausted to even lift their hands.
Sikong Zhaixing's eyes were lifeless, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I can't go on, quickly change back."
Xianyue said irritably, "If I could switch back, would I have waited until now? My secret resurrection soup has no antidote at all."
Sikong Zhaixing gets annoyed as soon as he hears the words "secret recipe".
He asked incredulously, "You did it yourself, and you don't have the antidote?"
Xianyue glared at him.
"Then you'd better think of something quickly!" he said urgently.
He can't stay a little girl forever, can he?
If Lu Xiaofeng finds out... Sikong Zhaixing trembled with fear before she could even think about it.
no!
He had just turned his head, about to have a proper talk, when he saw the troublemaker's face pressed against the ground, not uttering a word, looking suspicious.
This quiet demeanor was so unlike her. He called out to her suspiciously from behind, "Wei Sheng Xian Yue!"
The face he had disguised suddenly turned around!
The troublemaker cupped her face, wrinkled her nose, and tears welled up in her eyes, looking utterly pitiful.
He was taken aback. This troublemaker could actually cry?
He was a man after all, and seeing a little girl crying sadly in front of him, he felt...
Of course it's exhilarating! This isn't a little girl, she's a little devil.
Fortunately, Wei Sheng Xian Yue didn't give him the slightest chance to waver.
She sniffed, then suddenly looked at him with resentment, bursting into tears as she cried out, "So ugly, I'm so ugly, why are you so ugly?"
She covered her face and cried. The most desperate moment of her life was not the time when she was fourteen years old and begging with resentment.
It turns out it can get even more bitter!
With a sob in her voice, she said angrily, "You bastard, what's your name?!"
Sikong Zhaixing was certainly not ugly, and normally he would have refuted it, but he was certain, absolutely certain, and without a doubt that as soon as someone said it was a human skin mask, he would believe it.
This troublemaker could tear your face off in the next second.
Even Lu Xiaofeng didn't know what he looked like, so of course he couldn't tell this troublesome young lady.
If he's exposed, what good will come of it?
As for the name, we can just come up with another one.
Perhaps it was because her wailing and howling were too unbearable to watch, he finally turned his head and closed his eyes, saying, "...Sikong Zhaixing."
"Sikong Zhaixing, I will curse you for the rest of my life, forever and ever!"
Sikong Zhaixing's veins throbbed, and he almost wanted to strangle the version of himself that had been bewitched just a second ago.
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