Chapter 58: I Just Like You - A Straightforward Confrontation + Crash Course in Being a Rogue + ...
The possibility was so terrifying that Xianyue gasped in shock and quickly tried to cover for him, saying, "Or... are you having an episode?"
She prayed inwardly, "It must be something, it must just be a dog bite..."
Doesn't he often get bitten by dogs?
Looking at her wide-eyed, frightened eyes, Sikong Zhaixing felt a surge of anger. "I only like you because I'm having a mental breakdown!"
But his mouth spoke faster than his brain: "Yes, I'm having a fit! I just like you!"
Upon hearing these words, it was as if the wildfire and thick fog that had been weighing on my heart finally found an outlet.
His eyes widened suddenly, and the astonishment and confusion in them finally found a place to go.
The flames, growing ever stronger, spread out of the cave entrance, and the smoke that filled the cave suddenly dissipated.
With the crackling sound of burning branches, everything became clear.
The answer to those two opposing forces was not a worthy opponent or a close contest.
He lost.
Sikong Zhaixing always comes and goes without a trace, as free as a gust of wind that no one can grasp.
Unless he wants to, no one in the world can find him.
The more freedom one enjoys, the more lonely one becomes, and he was no exception.
But after encountering Wei Sheng Xian Yue, lively and vivid dialogues became the only color in his life.
Without a doubt, it was a vibrant crimson.
I don't know when it started, but my heart is already so full of the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking, and the moon that there is no room left to feel the loneliness and desolation of the night wind.
He stared blankly at the moon's reflection that had already taken shape in the lake of his heart.
Sikong Zhaixing had long since stopped wanting to pluck stars and started wanting to pluck the moon.
However, he never got the chance to say this monologue.
Xianyue's vision went black, and she covered her ears, saying, "Please don't! Didn't I tell you I'm destined for love? You have no chance! Don't like me anymore!"
Sikong Zhaixing felt a lump in her throat. Before she could even feel disappointed, she was already trembling with anger. "What preordained marriage?"
Holding her hands together, she said wistfully, "Of course, it's my destined love. I've seen the future."
My destined love?
"...No? Who is that kid?!" Sikong Zhaixing's chest heaved heavily, his teeth grinding together, as if he wanted to drag the guy out and give him a good beating.
"I want to know too, but unfortunately I only saw his face in the Three Lives Water Mirror." At this point, Xianyue paused, then said earnestly, "So, give up on that idea! I will never like you."
Sikong Zhaixing felt as if he had been soaked in a vat of vinegar, his heart aching and sore, making him want to smash every vat in the world! Smash them all!
His eyes reddened with anger, and he roared, "Didn't I tell you that no man is any good? That kid, that kid!"
He burst into incoherent laughter, "It's that painting, isn't it?"
"That's not even human! Why would you like him? You're brainless!"
"He's the worst of them all!" Sikong Zhaixing shouted angrily before storming off in a rage.
Xianyue was stunned by his scolding and stood there blinking twice before she came to her senses.
After a long pause, she looked at his retreating figure with disbelief and said speechlessly, "...Have you seen him?"
He's so handsome!
.......etc.
"Sikong Zhaixing, how dare you insult me? Come back here! You're the one who doesn't have a brain!"
"Sir, you haven't paid yet!"
......
"Didn't I reject you? Why are you still following me?" Xianyue rested her chin on her hand and glanced at him.
Sikong Zhaixing's anger flared up again, and she coldly said, "You don't want your golden robe and Qiankun bag anymore?"
Xianyue cleared her throat, turned her head to look at the carved window frame, and said awkwardly, "...Just tell me the location."
Sikong Zhaixing angrily picked up the tabletop, the thousand-year-old ebony in his hands feeling like freshly risen dough, making a creaking sound as he squeezed it.
Are you just hoping I'll leave so you can go find that pretty boy of yours?
Predestined marriage, my foot!
He slammed his hand on the table and said fiercely, "Only I know that spot!"
The delicate porcelain plate on the table vibrated loudly from his shaking, and the warm-glazed chopsticks fell to the ground and shattered.
"Why are you being so fierce? Do you want to die?" Xianyue glared at him.
Sikong Zhaixing not only wants to die, but she also wants to drag that pretty boy down with her.
He was so angry that his stomach was churning, and he couldn't eat the delicious food on the table.
I've had my fill of looking at things, but the sight of the moon has whetted my appetite.
He was in a bad mood, and looking at Xianyue's carefree attitude, it felt like there were needles pricking his eyes. He couldn't help but act like a jerk again.
You like to eat, right?
The chopsticks, held up by the moon, barely touched the fish before the rich sauce clung to the chopsticks, revealing just a glimpse of the tender white flesh.
Sikong Zhaixing suddenly exerted force with his left hand, and the turntable, along with the squirrel-shaped mandarin fish on the table, quickly switched positions.
The chopsticks froze in mid-air, and the moon-shaped eyes slashed at him like knives.
Sikong Zhaixing seemed completely oblivious, picking up a piece of braised beef and eating it without a care in the world.
Xianyue took a deep breath and held back.
Before me is a dish of shredded fish, with translucent fish slices and vibrant shreds; one glance is enough to tell that the soup is fresh and delicious.
She picked up the porcelain spoon, but before it even touched the soup, the turntable seemed to have grown legs and started moving again.
If she still can't guess that Sikong Zhaixing did it on purpose, then she really doesn't have a brain!
Xianyue slammed her chopsticks and spoon down on the table with a 'clang,' and said angrily, 'Waiter!'
The waiter, who was waiting outside, hunched over and came in. Before he could even ask what was in order, Xianyue snapped, "Remove this turntable!"
The waiter was confused, but he quickly did as instructed.
He called out, and several shop assistants dressed in silk filed in, quickly removing the turntable.
You like spinning things, huh? Let's see how you spin them now that the disc's gone.
With a heavy touch, he lowered his chopsticks, the tips piercing the chicken leg, ready to exert force.
The next instant, an external force suddenly snatched it away, and the entire plate of beggar's chicken was placed into Sikong Zhaixing's bowl.
Lian, chicken, belt, chopsticks.
"Sikong Zhaixing!" Xianyue roared in fury, rushing over to grab his collar and start beating him.
A series of crashing sounds echoed as delicate bowls and plates shattered on the floor.
Sikong Zhaixing couldn't bear to fight back, nor could he bear to dodge. Amidst the chaotic bloodshed, he raised his hand and mumbled, "I only have one request: don't hit my face."
He punched him hard in the left eye socket. "I told you not to turn the table! I told you not to steal!"
Punches rained down like a storm.
...That feels good.
He covered his left eye, curled up, and grimaced as he thought, "That pretty boy is nowhere to be found. Will he get beaten up like Xianyue did?"
Your grandfather will always be your grandfather.
I am the ancestor of all thieves.
Go home and drink your milk!
Only he could get Xianyue to beat him like that.
He lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, groaning twice, and the pent-up frustration in his heart finally dissipated.
After satisfying his anger, Xianyue hummed a song and leisurely stepped over Sikong Zhaixing's corpse.
This dish is really delicious today.
She clapped her hands, and before she could take a step, she was tightly hugged from behind.
Sikong Zhaixing lay half-dead between her legs, pleading in a trembling voice, "Xianyue, I can't go on. Before I die, can you drag me back to the room?"
The moon-shaped peak looked down at him coldly.
After a brief eye contact, she gave a sweet smile and said, "Okay."
You said it yourself.
In the corridor, a few idle diners couldn't take their eyes off the petite girl who lifted a tall, thin man with her bare hands.
Sikong Zhaixing dangled one foot in the air, struggled for a moment, then gave up and covered his face with his hands that were gripping the ground.
Oh well, so be it if I lose face.
Anyway, it's not the first or second time.
With the generous help of the King of Thieves, the inn's floor was wiped spotless and gleaming.
Xianyue pushed open the door and shoved him inside.
Close the door! It's over!
Sikong Zhaixing, panting heavily, was lost in thought as she listened to the light footsteps fading into the distance.
So annoying, so annoying, so annoying.
He banged his head on the ground, trying to come up with a good way to solve his current predicament.
You pretty boy, go die, go die, go die!
With a bang, the door was suddenly pulled open.
Holding the moon!
Sikong Zhaixing pricked up his ears and looked up, his eyes immediately becoming bright and sparkling.
Before he could even see that face that seemed so long ago, a piece of clothing was already smeared all over his face.
"Remember to wash the clothes."
He frantically tore off the silk skirt, but before he could utter a sound, the door slammed shut again.
My heart is shattered to pieces.
Her forehead slammed hard against the skirt, a heavy blow that stung painfully.
After a while, he angrily raised his head and wrinkled his nose.
Are you crazy?! Why do dirty clothes smell so good?
No way, I will never give up! Lu Xiaoji is so popular with women, how could he lose?
joke!
What about preordained marriage?
How ridiculous! People in the martial arts world only believe that human will can overcome fate.
He stroked his chin, pondering carefully how Lu Xiaofeng had made those women fall in love with him.
It seems like he's just being a thug...
He nodded, as if he had some understanding.
Throughout their journey, Sikong Zhaixing had nothing but slander against Lu Xiaoji, but unexpectedly, this time, he still had to rely on his brother.
Sikong Zhaixing spent an entire night using his exceptional martial arts comprehension to easily summarize the moves that Lu Xiaofeng had boasted about while drinking with him.
It boils down to three things: giving gifts, being sweet-talking, and acting like a scoundrel.
Let's do it!
...
The next day.
As soon as Xianyue pushed open the door, a blurry black shadow slipped in through the crack.
Startled by Sikong Zhaixing's sudden appearance, Xianyue trembled and snapped, "What are you doing!"
Sikong Zhaixing pursed her lower lip, and with her sweaty hand, she pulled out a gold bracelet from her chest.
He cleared his throat and said casually, "This isn't for you, so please don't misunderstand."
He swallowed nervously, his eyes darting around for a moment. "But I didn't expect it to match your clothes so well. In that case, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I'm not short of money."
Isn't that a gift for me?
Xianyue glanced at him suspiciously, and asked paranoidly, "Why did you give me this? Is it poisoned?"
I was rejected when I confessed my love. I hope you're not planning to take revenge on me.
Sikong Zhaixing jumped up in disbelief, her eyes red with anger, and glared at her, shouting, "How could anyone be like you?"
The voice was sharp and piercing, each word sounding as if it were squeezed out from between teeth!
Xianyue's ears were ringing from his shouting, and in a panic, she raised her index finger to his lips, "Shh—"
Seeing that he had calmed down a bit, Xianyue stood on tiptoe and threatened, "Do you believe me or not...?"
Sikong Zhaixing listened as if it were just a passing breeze, his eyes fixed solely on the delicate, pink fingers around his lips.
Gifts and sweet talk are useless; only one last method remains.
He clenched his hands, then suddenly lowered his head, gently pecking at the small mole on her second finger joint like a newborn bird.
Brown.
Xianyue's heart trembled for a moment, and she abruptly withdrew her hand as if burned. The slight heat quickly crept to the tips of her ears. "You..."
The words that were not spoken were completely blocked between their lips and tongues, and a trembling kiss landed.
With a 'ding-ling' sound, the delicate, short golden bells trembled once more.
With the sudden gust of wind, the golden bell shook violently, the sound becoming more and more intense, like surging waves engulfing her one after another.
A wet tongue tentatively licked the crease of the lips, a tingling sensation climbing up the tailbone to the heart.
The ringing grew louder and more rapid, each sound pounding against her eardrums and making her tremble all over.
Finally, she was awakened by the burning sensation on her cheeks.
She pushed him away in a panic, her eyes red as if filled with warm wine. "You, you...you scoundrel!"
Sikong Zhaixing, panting heavily, gazed at those wet lips in the distance.
It's peach flavored.
He touched his chest a beat late, wondering if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
His lips, swollen and red from his kisses, opened and closed again, and a buzzing sound filled her ears.
Sikong Zhaixing felt dizzy, his breathing gradually became heavier, and without realizing it, he lowered his head and bit her lips again.
What are you mumbling about? Give me another kiss.
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Author's Note: A Thief King's Diary
What does Xianyue like?
—Fancy and gaudy things.
Damn it, why can't he just like me directly?
So annoying!
Xing: When my wife drinks water, I take a shower; when my wife eats, I turn the table.
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