Chapter 53 My own hands, clasped together, are like two red threads, finally…
"Is there any good way to get something for nothing?" Sikong Zhaixing sat cross-legged on the ground, deep in thought.
The two men's clothes were covered in black scorch marks, their hair was disheveled, and only their clean faces were visible.
Xianyue collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, "The seedlings are gone, the cellar has burned down, how can we expect to reap without sowing?"
Sikong Zhaixing winked at her, then with a flick of her wrist, pulled a small sapling from her sleeve. "Who said the sapling is gone?"
Xianyue sat up, her eyes shining. "How could I forget? You're a thief."
He puffed out his chest and said arrogantly, "I'm not just a thief, I'm a master thief. These few moves aren't even enough for me to have with my drinks."
A piece of cake.
Xianyue lovingly touched the sapling that had escaped, saying, "You're not entirely useless."
"Of course, I am the king of thieves. There is nothing in this world that I cannot steal."
Xianyue glanced at him with a puzzled look. "I meant saplings."
You damn thief, what are you so smug about?
Sikong Zhaixing: ......
"And this?" he asked, as if by magic, pulling a piece of roasted pork from his clothes.
Well, you were already thinking about sneaking a bite while it was baking. No wonder you're a leader of thieves.
Xianyue smiled knowingly and said, "Keep this piece; you can have it as a midnight snack when we get it back."
I'll eat you to death.
This was indeed a case of ulterior motives that everyone could see. He touched his nose, blinked, and said, "How could that be? This is our secret weapon for earning broth."
"Look at this river, we can use it to fish."
"You mean, poison the fish?" Xianyue asked hesitantly.
“How can this be called poisoning! This stuff can knock out the two of us, it will definitely knock out the fish. We don’t even need to fish, we can just throw it in the river, wait for the fish to bite, and once they’re stunned, we can scoop them up and change the water.”
Sikong Zhaixing urged, "Jiang Taigong didn't even have bait when he fished, but we have such a big piece of flower seed meat, we're sure to succeed!"
Listen... that's more reliable than digging up flower seeds all over the mountains.
After all, they spent a whole day digging for flower seeds, and in the end, the seeds were gone, people fainted, they almost lost their lives, and even the cellar was burned down.
Without further ado, the soft, white, and delicate flower seed meat was broken into pieces and carefully scattered into the lake water, floating like small clumps of snow.
The two squatted by the river, intently waiting for their prey to come to them.
......
As the sun sets in the west, crimson rays fall upon the lake's surface.
The scenery is perfect; it's ideal for hanging oneself.
"Sikong Zhaixing, if I believe your bad ideas again, I'll change my surname!" Xianyue said through gritted teeth.
Sikong Zhaixing covered his ears, about to argue, when ripples suddenly appeared in the dark, still water.
Xianyue quickly covered his mouth and whispered nervously, "It sounds like there's movement!"
Black water splashed and broke through the surface, and a pair of enormous fish eyes suddenly emerged. The eyeballs were huge and deep, and the pupils gleamed with a silvery-white light.
The deformed and bizarre fish body lies submerged in the lake water, its enormous size vaguely visible as the waves rise and fall.
What's even more chilling are the rows of sharp, closely spaced serrations in the fish's mouth, gleaming with a cold light.
The two stared at each other, their necks stiff.
Food, people, fish.
How can someone be so unlucky?
"Run! What are you standing there for!" Sikong Zhaixing grabbed Xianyue's hand tightly, her voice trembling.
He's always quick to react when it comes to escaping.
Xianyue stumbled and was nearly pulled to the ground. The two of them, like startled birds, ran frantically in the opposite direction.
The black water condensed and flowed to the ground, twisting into water ropes that swept towards the two of them like a tidal wave, with the nine-foot-tall piranhas following closely behind.
A race against time!
The wind whistled past their ears as the two frantically weaved through the woods, unable to shake off the ever-present monster.
Sikong Zhaixing stopped, swallowed the metallic taste rising in her throat, and said breathlessly, "You can't go on, you really can't run anymore."
His face was flushed from the heat, and his calves were trembling uncontrollably.
I've never felt so humiliated in my life.
If there is an afterlife, he will definitely force Wei Sheng to practice lightness skills from a young age.
Xianyue knew her own worth without her magical artifact. But alas, she couldn't bear to abandon her own body.
She was inwardly groaning, and her head was spinning wildly, completely lost.
Fortunately, she was spared death and was protected by heaven. She saw a jagged hole pecked by birds under an old tree, just big enough for a person to crawl into.
She quickly grabbed Sikong Zhaixing and headed over there, shoving him inside before she could even say a word.
Fortunately, she has a small frame and is thin, so climbing in wasn't too difficult for her.
The cave was dark, covered in dust and cobwebs, and felt cramped.
"I know how to shrink bones, hurry up and come in too." Sikong Zhaixing urged as she crawled inside, her voice muffled but very anxious.
Nonsense! Are you kidding me? I'd make Wei Sheng Xian Yue fight piranhas with his body outside.
The thick, inky black water had already arrived, and a pungent, salty smell wafted over.
Help! I'm never eating fish again in my life.
Without a second thought, they all cowered and squeezed inside.
The tree hollow was so narrow that it was suffocating even for one person, let alone forcing two people in.
She didn't use any bone-shrinking techniques at all; she just relied on brute force to squeeze in.
Not only were they pushing and shoving him, but they also shoved him hard from behind, saying anxiously, "Hurry up and climb!"
"Shh!"
After hitting bottom, Sikong Zhaixing rolled over and gasped for breath, "Climb on top of me."
The tree hollow was so narrow and low that you couldn't even stand up straight, and the distance between the two walls was extremely close.
Carrying the moon, it crawled on its knees onto him, and as it moved, crumbs fell from the inner walls with a soft rustling sound.
The rushing sound of the water flowing behind them suddenly rose, their hearts tightened instantly, and their clasped hands unconsciously clenched together.
They were so tight that their bones were intertwined.
All the panic and fear seemed to have found a place to settle, and the clasped hands, like two red threads, finally converged and tied a knot.
The whole world was compressed into this dark and silent tree hollow.
The rushing sound of water filled my ears, but what echoed heavily beside me was the rapid beating of my heart and the frantic breathing.
The air was thick with the smell of decaying wood, but the other person's warm scent was right at your fingertips.
Each breath felt like drawing thick, sweet soup from each other, like a warm drink in winter, a comforting warmth that reached the heart.
That represents a completely different side from decay and gloom; it is vibrant, lively, and bright, reminding you of melting syrup, a grand celebration with gongs and drums, and a warm sun that never sets.
Their chests pressed together, intertwining two rapid and heavy heartbeats.
Gradually, our heartstrings began to tremble, and the world seemed to revolve solely around us.
Sikong Zhaixing's body was taut as much as it could be, and something inside her was collapsing.
If you were to ask any martial artist in the world, who is the best at lightness skills?
The storage method can yield more than a dozen different answers.
But he was certain that no one could match the speed at which his heart was sinking.
This thing went straight into his lungs and viscera, turning his world upside down.
At that moment, he instinctively wanted to reach out and grab something.
Sikong Zhaixing, who prided himself on being able to pluck stars from the sky, was now at a loss as to where to begin.
So he could only futilely grasp the rough dust and dry cracks with his left hand, while his right hand clenched her tightly, his burning palm gradually becoming wet.
The sparks of inspiration can be traced.
Just as this slight dampness began to spread and stir, the cold, sticky atmosphere suddenly vanished.
Someone breathed a sigh of relief first, and the two of them slowly collapsed to the ground, their backs damp with sweat.
After a long pause, Sikong Zhaixing asked in a hoarse voice, "Shall we go out?"
Xianyue nodded and began to crawl backwards. Her joints were already sore and swollen from kneeling for so long.
Fortunately, the tree hole wasn't very deep, and it soon saw the light of day again.
After Sikong Zhaixing climbed out, his arms and legs were so sore that he could not lift them. He had to use Xianyue's hand for support to get up.
Xianyue had barely stood firm when Sikong Zhaixing unexpectedly pulled her away.
Her knees buckled, and she lost her balance completely.
He leaned forward uncontrollably.
Sikong Zhaixing was startled and hurriedly went to catch her.
A faint taste of blood wafted from the clinking of teeth, and his cry of pain was completely drowned out between his lips and teeth.
Like a bird stumbling into the wind, all I see is a cascading halo of light.
Their eyes met suddenly, and the golden bells beside their ears jingled.
Sikong Zhaixing froze, his thoughts suddenly becoming chaotic, and stared blankly at her.
Through those familiar, clear eyes, I was caught off guard and caught off guard by my own momentary lapse in concentration.
In the shimmering waters of that lake, her almond-shaped eyes and peach-blossom cheeks suddenly flushed with a few red spots.
The sounds of the wind and swaying trees gradually faded away, replaced by a scorching and chaotic atmosphere.
Through the translucent amber, the moon once again stared directly into that bewildered face.
He remained as plain and unremarkable as ever, far from being handsome.
Although everything seemed normal, these chaotic thoughts involuntarily intertwined and overlapped in her mind.
Something colorless and transparent burst out of the ground, and she pushed him away in alarm.
Have you gone mad?!
Sikong Zhaixing was shoved against a tree by her. Before he could react, the rough linen clothes were already rubbing intensely against his lips.
While frantically wiping his mouth, Xianyue muttered incoherently, "Kissing yourself, kissing yourself..."
Sikong Zhaixing: ......
He suddenly lowered his eyes, suppressing the trembling caused by his racing heart, and said in a serious tone, "Hurry up and leave, what if it comes back again?"
Xianyue stood up and nodded, her nod almost leaving an afterimage. After nodding, she turned around without looking back.
Their arms were stretched into lines in the air, and two completely opposite forces pulled them back sharply.
Sikong Zhaixing turned to the side, his gaze falling into Xianyue's eyes, as if trying to penetrate that small lake and reach the depths of her soul.
As if burned by that gaze, Xianyue looked away, letting the heat creep up her ears, and shouted, "This way!"
Are you out of your mind, Sikong Zhaixing?
What are you looking at!
Sikong Zhaixing followed along clumsily, saying a beat late, "Oh."
With a sudden turn of her head, Xianyue strode forward.
He's sick!
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