Chapter 117: Want to move? Beg me.

The shallow water flowed quietly over her ankles that were stepping on the gravel, and slowly seeped up.

Shang Youqing did not give the other party a chance to hesitate or consider, and the flames gathered in his palms were about to disperse violently.

At this moment, under the narrow crevices of several boulders half-submerged by the stream, an undercurrent surged strangely.

Shang Youqing keenly observed this subtle change, squinted his eyes, and just as he was about to split the stone with the Phoenix Fire in his palm, he suddenly heard the cold and muffled sound waves spreading from the undercurrent.

"Do you really want to kill me?"

Shang Youqing, whose heart had felt like it was being strangled by a giant, invisible hand since entering the sea, remained silent for several seconds before opening her lips. "More than that,"

she said. The spiritual energy in her fingertips intensified, her phoenix eyes piercing. "I'll have you skinned and ripped apart. Get out here and die."

As she finished speaking, a slender, snow-white dragon crawled up her ankle.

Shang Youqing paused for a moment, then reached out and plucked it up.

Coiled around her wrist, the dragon was cold and docile, its entire body alabaster, its body white, its sharp spine punctuated by a faint, dark blue scale. It rested on Shang Youqing's wrist,

like a blue vein winding along the bone of her wrist, abstinent yet voluptuous.

He didn't struggle, completely accepting the consequences. He simply lowered his head, and the cold, snow-white dragon horn pressed against her thin skin, making a silent, cold sound.

"Go ahead and whip me if you want, but put me back after you're done."

Shang Youqing carefully observed the dragon clinging to her wrist and whispered, "...Ying Shixue, how did you get so small?"

The dragon remained silent.

Shang Youqing received no response, so she turned to Cheng Huang, "Cheng Huang, why did he get so small?"

Cheng Huang was even more astonished than she was, and couldn't help but lean forward to get a closer look.

Without a word, the snow-white dragon immediately crawled to the inside of Shang Youqing's wrist, its claws coldly grasping her wrist, its horns raised, its back to Cheng Huang.

Shang Youqing then pulled his wrist away a little further and reminded Cheng Huang, "Don't get so close."

"..." Cheng Huang had no choice but to step back a little, not caring at all about the presence of a certain dragon, and started to chat with Fenghuang in front of him, "Fenghuang, I really know what's going on!"

"When I was a child, before I turned into a divine beast, I often lay on the table to accompany the priest to read books and cultivate my character! Once I accidentally saw a record about the dragon clan, which said that when the dragon's breath is weak, it is not enough to support its huge dragon form. So the dragon will deliberately disguise itself as a thief and hide in the mountains and rivers to practice in seclusion, waiting to revive in the future."

Shang Youqing listened and played with the snow-white dragon on his wrist, "I see."

"Phoenix..." Cheng Huang quickly glanced at the dragon in her hand, then looked at Shang Youqing again, and asked in a low voice very cautiously, "Then you still want to pull out his tendons and skin? He's like this now..."

Shang Youqing also lowered his voice, "You also think it's meaningless to pull out his tendons and skin now that he's like this?"

Cheng Huang nodded like pounding garlic, "Yeah."

"How about, I'll pull out his dragon tendons and scales after he recovers."

A certain dragon that had been silently coiled on her wrist, "..."

Shang Youqing changed the subject again, "Cheng Huang, then tell me, where is the most abundant spiritual energy, which is conducive to the recovery of this evil dragon?"

Cheng Huang said dimly: "The Kunlun Mountains where your father is..."

"Great, we'll set off now to return to the Kunlun Snow Mountains."

After Shang Youqing finished speaking, he attached a layer of restraining spiritual power to the dragon on his wrist, which made it unable to move. Then he patted Cheng Huang on the back, signaling him to quickly transform back into the form of a divine beast and set off.

Cheng Huang hesitated to speak. "Phoenix, are you really going to take Ying Shixue back to the Kunlun Snow Mountains like this? The priest will be angry if he sees you like this

, right?" "What do you know? The priest should be happy to see Ying Shixue like this!"

Cheng Huang looked at her doubtfully. Before he could figure out what his Phoenix was thinking, he heard Phoenix urging him to do so. He waved his hand, transformed back into a divine beast, and flew Phoenix back to the distant Kunlun Mountains.

From the temple perched atop the snow-capped Kunlun Snow Mountains, Buddhist chants emanated from afar.

As soon as Shang Youqing dismounted from Cheng Huang's back, he eagerly opened the door to the courtyard and walked in.

As expected, the priest, dressed in a loose robe, was tending to his flowers, plants, and trees in the courtyard.

Hearing the sound of the courtyard gate opening, the priest turned and saw Shang Youqing and Cheng Huang standing at the door. He showed no emotion, simply nodded and said, "You're back."

Shang Youqing murmured, "Hmm," then quickly stepped forward, raised his hand, and displayed the slender, snow-white dragon coiled around his wrist. "Father, look, what is this?"

Cheng Huang, standing behind him, stumbled and nearly fell.

To avoid harming others, he quickly hid behind the door, warily watching the phoenix that had dared to dance so boldly in front of the priest.

The priest, with a calm expression, examined them. "Where did these little fish come from?"

Shang Youqing replied, "It's not a little fish."

The priest sneered, "It's probably a dragon?"

"Yes, Father, it is a dragon. Look again and see who this dragon is."

The priest withdrew his gaze, saying, "No, throw it away," and returned to watering his tea plants.

Shang Youqing didn't give up and squatted beside the tea tree. He looked up at the priest and suggested, "It would be a shame to throw it away. How about I stew it into soup for you?

" The priest lowered his eyes and said, "Xiaoqing."

Shang Youqing took a small step aside without saying a word.

The priest was silent for a moment. It seemed that he couldn't do anything about his child, and he couldn't bear to say a harsh word. He could only turn his head to look at Cheng Huang who was trying to hide, "Cheng Huang, come here."

Cheng Huang came over reluctantly and protested in a low voice, "Father, I really did persuade Fenghuang. She was the one who insisted on bringing Ying Shixue back to Kunlun Mountain. You can't just blame me and not Fenghuang..."

Shang Youqing squatted under the tea tree, without changing his expression, and turned the tables, "But Chenghuang knew that I wanted to bring Ying Shixue back but still agreed. Chenghuang was also wrong."

Chenghuang turned to look at her in disbelief, "You little Fenghuang!"

The priest interrupted the quarrel, "Go to the temple and kneel down."

"Okay."

Shang Youqing pulled Cheng Huang and rolled to the temple in front of the courtyard.

Cheng Huang was still angry, "Cheng Huang really loves you in vain!"

"I was wrong, Cheng Huang."

Cheng Huang snorted, and finally put a cushion under the place where she knelt, and Shang Youqing knelt down comfortably.

Then, she raised her wrist and glared coldly at a certain dragon with its tail wrapped in circles and coiled motionlessly on her wrist.

Although Ying Shixue could not move, her voice was still cold: "Shang Youqing, this is very childish. It can't humiliate me in the slightest."

Shang Youqing: "You are so shameless, of course this little thing can't humiliate you."

She smiled slowly.

"Want to move? Beg me."

Before Ying Shixue could answer, Cheng Huang, who was kneeling beside her, covered his ears first and couldn't stand it any longer: "Phoenix! I'm still here!"

Shang Youqing blinked and took the time to glance at Cheng Huang:

"Oh, sorry, Cheng Huang, I may say some more dirty words to humiliate him next. In order to avoid polluting your ears, why don't you kneel outside first?"