Chapter 56 The Dejected Puppy's World It was drizzling...
On the brink of life and death, a surge of internal energy burst forth from his dantian like a dam breaking.
The surrounding wind suddenly shook the strands of hair.
Before she could react, her feet had already instinctively touched the ground, and she leaped into the air with Sikong Zhaixing.
With a flick of its sleeves, its sharp, dagger-like claws plunged deep into the ground, raising a cloud of dust three feet high.
Having landed with a treacherous gait, he cried out in panic, "What do we do? What do we do?"
She doesn't know how to use this strange force!
"Don't think too much, stomp your feet hard on the ground, jump up and use your toes to touch the cave wall for leverage! Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Sikong Zhaixing was so anxious that she wished she could go up and switch places with her.
He followed along hastily, his internal energy surging and flowing through his meridians, relying on the lightness skill he had accumulated as the King of Thieves to glide through the cave.
Even carrying Sikong Zhaixing, his movements were as swift as a wild sparrow in the mountains.
The wild sparrow was stumbling and looking quite pathetic.
Sikong Zhaixing held his breath and listened intently; the faint murmur seemed to seep into his ears like invisible threads.
It's an underground river!
"Go east!" he hissed.
The spider venom approached inch by inch, its hairy legs clicking and clattering like gleaming scythes.
At the end of the inky darkness, a sliver of light finally pierced through. Damp water streaks snaked along the cave walls, and the cold wind carried a heavy dampness.
A deep rumble, like the clatter of horses' hooves, entered his ears. He opened his eyes wide and exclaimed joyfully, "An underground river! It's the exit!"
Sikong Zhaixing's brows gradually relaxed, revealing a relieved smile. "On the left!"
With a powerful kick, Xianyue flipped over and flew out like a spark.
A deafening crashing sound rolled in, and the surging water in the narrow river channel rushed like a wild horse.
The current was so swift that it inspired awe. But no matter how wild and fierce it was, it was not as terrifying as the blister beetles behind us.
Without hesitation, the two leaped into the underground river.
The torrential downpour had soaked their clothes, and they were only a step away from escaping.
In the blink of an eye, fine and resilient spider silk shot out continuously, like a barrage of arrows.
Sikong Zhaixing's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously raised himself to block Xianyue.
He abruptly released her clasped hands and forcefully pushed her into the black water.
Caught off guard, Xianyue was pushed into the water, her mouth, nose, and chest instantly filled with water, leaving her speechless with aching and soreness.
She gulped down several mouthfuls of water before struggling to reach out and grab him, "Si..."
Before she could utter a single word, she was swept away by the rushing water.
In contrast, fine spider silk wrapped around Sikong Zhaixing's waist and abdomen, layer upon layer, rapidly weaving together into countless webs in the blink of an eye.
The spider silk tightens and tightens until it binds the spider into a cocoon.
The spider arched its back, and as its abdomen trembled, a strand of spider silk stuck to the white cocoon.
The hunt is over.
The spider's eight sharp, knife-like legs began to move, and its pincers dragged the food back to the nest.
Sikong Zhaixing never imagined that in a short while, he would go from being a person who observes the cocoon to being a person inside the cocoon himself.
His face was deathly pale, and his breathing was rapid and heavy, like a broken bellows.
Because the thin air inside the cocoon is almost non-existent!
His face gradually turned pale, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on his neck.
It felt like my lungs were being cut and stabbed by knives and swords, and my throat felt like it was being scalded by a hot iron ball.
His vision gradually went out of focus, and his fingertips pierced his flesh. Only then did he realize what was happening.
He cannot die.
This is the body of the Moon-Holding Beast.
What to do when Xianyue gets angry?
What should I do if Xianyue thinks he deliberately pushed her into the dark river to make her deserve what she deserves?
He was filled with unprecedented fear, not daring to imagine that his subconscious action would kill her.
The burning sensation in his throat spread throughout his body. He struggled to scratch at the spider silk, but his consciousness was gradually fading.
......
The water rushed into my ear canal, and a buzzing sound suddenly arose, as if the world was shaking violently.
He sat up abruptly, startling the water which splashed everywhere, soaking him again.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, his hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
Those bright eyes were now filled with terror, bewilderment, and lingering relief.
Xianyue is still alive.
Before he could even relax, he lowered his head, his face turning deathly pale.
Because he saw a pair of hands.
A pair of hands trembling uncontrollably.
This hand has been with him for over twenty years. He uses it to disguise himself and steal, and he has never missed a target.
It was precisely because he was proud of his hands that he named himself "Star-Picking".
But when he saw those hands again, it felt as if something invisible was tightly gripping his neck.
Holding the moon!
He didn't have time to think about what had happened before. He shakily got up and scrambled upstream.
The heavy water droplets spilled all over the ground.
He used his lightness skill to its fullest extent, and his breathing became rapid and heavy.
Sikong Zhaixing's lightness skill may not be the best in the world, but it is definitely among the top two.
The ultimate skill in lightness of foot requires lightly touching the ground with the toes, and being as light as a swallow.
But at this moment, he panicked and lost control of his proud lightness skill. Every move was chaotic and heavy, so heavy that it seemed he would crush the cave.
The damp air, mixed with the fiercest wind in the world at that moment, made this road even darker than a murky river.
Like a red-billed blue magpie caught in an attack, driven by some emotion in his heart, he frantically chose to fall off the cliff.
Otherwise, even the king of thieves, how could he dare to turn back and face that giant spider venom?
In the cold, damp cave, only blurry afterimages remained, drifting by like the wind.
He swayed and landed gracefully, just as he was about to part ways with Xianyue.
Deep drag marks crisscrossed the ground. With a light touch of his toes, he had already leaped several meters away.
...
At the end of the drag marks was a putrid swamp shrouded in black mist.
This swamp was desolate and lifeless, with withered trees and piles of white bones floating on a thick layer of rotten moss.
Besides that, there are cocoons, countless cocoons.
Countless white cocoons sank into the filthy swamp, their black and white parts splitting them in two, like pairs of eerie eyes staring intently at you.
Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped straight in with a splash.
They completely disregarded whether there were monsters lurking at the bottom of the pool.
The muddy water clung heavily to him as he struggled to pry away the layers of spider silk. His fingernails snapped from the effort, and in no time, his fingertips were raw and bleeding, the blood flowing down the white spider silk into the putrid mud.
His fingertips were throbbing with pain, but he ignored it and dared not stop for a moment.
His face appeared calm, but his lips trembled slightly as he murmured words he couldn't even understand himself.
Even with all his strength, he couldn't break through the thick cocoon.
Drops of blood pooled together, his movements became increasingly violent, but his eyes grew colder.
Since meeting Sikong Zhaixing, Xianyue had always thought he was a reckless and unruly person.
My impression of him is nothing more than playful, capricious, arrogant and unruly.
This is the first time I've seen him with such a cold expression.
It's like opening a candy box a long time ago, and one day you suddenly realize that its paper blade is actually quite sharp.
Xianyue hesitated before speaking, "Sikong Zhaixing?"
Like a drop of water falling heavily into a lake of the heart, Sikong Zhaixing's body stiffened, and the hand gripping the spider silk suddenly clenched tightly.
The voice behind him asked uncertainly, "...What are you doing?"
He turned around abruptly, his bloodshot eyes reflecting the image of the delicate and charming young girl adorned with jewels.
She wore a set of exquisite silk shoes and all the hairpins and ornaments on her head were changed to a more suitable set, which further accentuated her delicate features and made her look even more beautiful than a peach or apricot.
Compared to her, Sikong Zhaixing looked like a wild dog that had just rolled in the mud.
His gaze fell on her carefully fluttering eyelashes. With the frequency of her long eyelashes trembling, the bluebird that had fallen heavily to the bottom of the cliff finally flapped its wings and was willing to take flight again.
The bird, stuck in the mud, struggled to leave the swamp, only to fall again due to its unsteady position.
Dirty mud splashed onto his eyelids, but he didn't wipe it off; he just struggled to get up.
Those hands, their fingers stained with blood, slid up to the shore. Xianyue ran over to help him, her mind blank, only managing to stammer, "You... how did you get hurt?"
Didn't you already leave?
That's the exit, why did you come back?
Sikong Zhaixing... what are you looking for?
Xianyue's mind was filled with questions, one after another, twisted into knots, seemingly more numerous than the cocoons in a swamp.
Sikong Zhaixing only looked at her with his trembling eyes, panting heavily as if still shaken.
Looking at Sikong Zhaixing, who was still in shock, Xianyue swallowed the questions that were nagging at her throat.
Finally, he could only stammer, "...Does it hurt?"
She subconsciously raised his hand, her mind racing as she considered which technique would heal him the fastest.
His hand, covered in mud and blood, fell into the white slickness. Sikong Zhaixing pulled his hand back, instinctively turning it over to interlock his fingers with hers.
Xianyue was taken aback. The next moment, warm breath was already on her neck.
Xianyue's almond-shaped eyes widened, her body suddenly stiffened, and she stammered, "W-what's wrong with you?"
Sikong Zhaixing hunched over, buried his head in the crook of his neck, and mumbled, "My legs are weak."
"Are you hurting your leg?" Xianyue helped him up, her hands loosely wrapped around his waist.
Sikong Zhaixing remained silent, his eyes fixed on the veins in her fair skin.
He thought to himself, "I've found him."
The veins of a peach.
A slight itch rose on the tip of my teeth, an itch so intense it felt like it was about to break free of my brain's constraints.
He subconsciously rubbed his nose against the crook of her neck, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Xianyue exclaim in alarm, "Sikong Zhaixing? What are you doing?"
With a sway, the gold and jade ornaments on her body jingled.
Sikong Zhaixing finally snapped out of his daze amidst the clanging sound of jade and gold. He opened his mouth and hurriedly jumped back, "I...I lost my balance!"
Mud splattered all over the ground as he moved with wide, sweeping motions.
Xianyue seemed to suddenly realize something, and stiffened her neck to look down.
Sure enough, the once spotless silk dress was now covered in mud.
It's only been beautiful for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn!
She pouted, tears welling in her eyes, and cried out in despair, "My Qiluo Flower Drunken Dress! It stinks to death, Sikong Zhaixing! I hate you! I hate you!!"
Sikong Zhaixing seemed to hear the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking again.
This time, he didn't retort.
She sighed and said dejectedly, "Don't hate me, Miss. I'll wash you, okay?"
His world was drizzling, and the young lady had no idea about his melancholy.
"I'm so annoyed, Sikong Zhaixing! Open your mouth!"
Xianyue shoved the pill into his dog's mouth, then squinted as if remembering something and asked, "So what... were you doing just now?"
His eyes darted around, and he rambled on, "I was just passing by... and then..."
He couldn't keep up the lie any longer, and suddenly said in annoyance, "Why didn't you come to find me right away?"
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