Chapter 118: Pull out two dragon scales for me to play with.

Chapter 118: Pull out two dragon scales for me to play with.

Cheng Huang was shocked.

Covering his red ears, Cheng Huang turned and ran.

The dragon coiled around Shang Youqing's wrist was still motionless. Suddenly, his vision went dark. A silk-like cloth strip covered his eyes. Then, his dragon tail and claws were tied up with cloth strips.

The culprit admired the masterpiece on his wrist and said slowly: "Do you feel humiliated now?"

Ying Shixue, who was tied up, said: "...It

's unnecessary." "Really?" Shang Youqing turned around and shouted towards the outside of the hall, "Cheng Huang! Does that ancient book record where dragons are most afraid of being touched?"

Cheng Huang slammed the door behind the hall, his face flushed. "Phoenix, I beg you to speak more quietly! The priests are still in the backyard in the main hall of the Bright Sky Temple. Can you please be more careful about the impact?"

Shang Youqing was a little more reserved. "Okay."

Cheng Huang glanced at the dragon she had tied up, coughed into her mouth and nose, and said, "Well, I did see a line in the book at that time, saying that the most sensitive part of a dragon should be its horns. It's said in the ancient book, it has nothing to do with me..."

Cheng Huang said, then covered his ears and ran away.

Shang Youqing raised his other hand, ready to strike.

"Shang Youqing." When her hand touched the dragon horn, Ying Shixue spoke again, "What else do you want to know?"

Shang Youqing paused, regaining some composure, "Where did you keep my child?"

Ying Shixue remained silent.

"Do you think you've arranged everything perfectly? Do you think I'll be grateful for what you've done? Now that you're in my hands, I advise you to cooperate well. I can even give you a decent death, otherwise--"

Ying Shixue, blindfolded, listened quietly to the little phoenix's angry voice, and said, "I know you still love me."

Shang Youqing's breath trembled, as if a fist had hit cotton. In anger, she tied up his dragon kiss as well .

"Whether you love me or not doesn't matter. I'm going to tear your tendons and skin you alive!"

After kneeling for a long time, Cheng Huang came and took Shang Youqing back to the courtyard for dinner.

The priest prepared a table full of food that Shang Youqing and Cheng Huang liked, but the priest did not show up.

Shang Youqing asked Cheng Huang, but Cheng Huang avoided talking about other things, was vague, and did not explain clearly where the priest had gone.

Shang Youqing knew that the priest was still angry with her.

She ate absentmindedly, went back to her room and lay down in her clothes.

Before falling asleep, her mind was still full of thoughts about how to make the priest not angry. She

was suddenly awakened by the fierce snow outside in the night, and the cold touch that was originally wrapped around her wrist disappeared.

Shang Youqing sat up, pulled up her sleeves and saw that there were several pieces of bitten cloth hanging from the edge of the cuffs, and the dragon was gone.

In the snowy night with the cold wind howling, Shang Youqing walked out of the temple door, alone, with her thin clothes fluttering in the wind.

She stood quietly on the snowy mountain for a long time, finally blinked her somewhat unfocused eyes, slowly squatted down, hugged her knees, and looked at the white snow-capped mountains in the distance.

In the sound of the raging wind and snow, it seemed that she was thinking about something, but it seemed that she was not thinking about anything.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly there was a very light sound of footsteps beside her.

Shang Youqing turned her head slightly and saw the priest appear beside her. She didn't make any noise, but just looked up at him and asked softly, "Father, he's dead, isn't he?"

Without waiting for the priest to answer, she nodded again, "This evil dragon deserves to die."

The priest took a clean handkerchief from his sleeve and gave it to her. Shang Youqing didn't take it, but just raised her finger and rubbed the frost and snow on the tip of her red nose. She stood up and said, "It's so cold, Father, let's go back."

"Xiaoqing."

The priest called her.

Shang Youqing stopped and let the priest wipe her cheek with the handkerchief. She was very well-behaved and quiet, but when she heard the priest say, "The priest didn't take advantage of anyone's misfortune," her eyelashes trembled noticeably and she slowly raised her eyes.

"Cheng Huang told me everything that happened during the time you were down the mountain. The priest doesn't want to judge too much about right and wrong. The priest just thinks that wiping the snow may not be an appropriate choice."

Shang Youqing stiffened slightly, pursed her lips, and slowly nodded.

But the next second, the priest sighed again and spoke again: "However, whether it is suitable or not is not up to you to say. Since it is Xiaoqing's life, it depends on Xiaoqing to experience it herself."

The priest's warm palm stroked Xiao Fenghuang's hair, "Xiaoqing has finally come to his senses, and the priest also hopes that Xiaoqing will be happy, so the priest is willing to give him one last chance for Xiaoqing."

Shang Youqing said stubbornly: "Father, you misunderstood, I don't want to forgive Ying Shixue at all, he has done so many evil things, and he deserves to die!"

The priest gently agreed: "Okay."

"...Ah?"

The priest withdrew his hand, "Go back to sleep."

Shang Youqing looked at the priest returning to the courtyard with eager eyes, and he was too embarrassed to ask the words that were on his lips.

Cheng Huang, who had been eavesdropping behind the temple door for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore and went up to her and couldn't help

scolding her, "Fenghuang, why don't you be more obvious?" Shang Youqing accepted the scolding silently, "

Is it obvious?" "It's so obvious, okay? I can hear that you are asking the priest about Ying Shixue's life or death and whereabouts!

" Shang Youqing pulled up Cheng Huang's sleeve and wiped his nose, "Then the priest didn't tell me."

Cheng Huang thought she was crying, so he softened his voice and coaxed her, "Okay, okay, Cheng Huang knows, Cheng Huang will take you there tomorrow!"

Shang Youqing used his other sleeve to wipe, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. The priest specifically told me to know. Didn't you say that you would wait for Ying Shixue to recover before you skin him alive? After I told the priest, the priest immediately sent him to Kunlun Mountain Tianchi to recuperate!"

Shang Youqing paused in sniffing, "Kunlun Mountain Tianchi?"

"Yes, that is the place with the most spiritual energy in Kunlun Mountain! It is definitely better for Ying Shixue to stay in Tianchi than here. She will surely recover soon and come back to skin you alive! Don't worry!"

After hearing this, Shang Youqing wanted to bury his head in Cheng Huang's shoulder, but was pushed away by Cheng Huang mercilessly, "If you keep rubbing your tears and snot on me, I won't take you there!"

The next morning, Shang Youqing had just sat on the back of Cheng Huang, who had transformed back into the form of a divine beast, and he made a lofty statement in front of the priest who was tinkering with herbs in the yard:

"Father, wait for me, I'll go pluck two dragon scales and bring them back to grind medicine for you!"

Tianchi was not far from the temple. It just flew over a few more hills and soon arrived at Tianchi surrounded by snow-capped mountains.

Cheng Huang originally thought that what Fenghuang said to the priest before setting off was a joke, but as soon as they landed near Tianchi Lake, Shang Youqing sat down on a rock by the lake, looking down at the fairy mist below with a proud look, and said, "Pick out a couple of dragon scales for me to play with."

Cheng Huang knew that she was furious, and tried to persuade her gently:

"...Fenghuang, Ying Shixue is the king who dominates the sea after all. Even if his dragon breath is weak now, you can't just ask someone to pick out dragon scales for you to play with? Isn't that too much of an insult? What if he gets angry out of shame..."

The next second, clouds surged in the fairy pond, and two cold, snow-white dragon scales emerged from the water, fluttering over Shang Youqing's toes, which were immersed in the water.

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