Chapter 119: Phoenix is drunk

and Cheng Huang turned around and left without saying a word.

"Where are you going, Cheng Huang?"

Cheng Huang waved his hand without even turning his head, "I'll wait for you outside the fairy pond."

Shang Youqing finally sat back down with peace of mind. The ripples of water created by his spiritual power brought the two dragon scales into his palms. They

were covered with wet mist beads, seeping into every fingertip.

Shang Youqing played with them for a while, then stuffed them back into his sleeves, got up from the rock, and was about to wade into the water.

"Don't come down."

Ying Cixue's cold voice came from the bottom of the fairy pond.

Shang Youqing paused, completely ignoring the advice, "I'm going."

As a result, as soon as one foot stepped down, he was caught off guard and stepped on empty air. He almost fell into the bottomless fairy pond, but was dragged back to the edge of the pond by the cold and soft scales in time. Shang Youqing barely held on to the stone and sat down.

But he mischievously stepped on the tip of the dragon's tail, deliberately crushing it with the sole of his foot, and asked curiously, "Ying Shixue, have you grown a lot bigger?"

"...Pull your foot back,"

Shang Youqing said, "No." He stretched out his other foot, alternating between the two toes on the tip of the dragon's tail, which seemed to be two or three meters long. As he stepped on it, he asked, "You won't be back tomorrow, will you?"

The cold and calm voice beneath the fairy pond seemed to pause for a moment, "Not so fast."

"Did you just hum?"

"No."

"I heard it," Shang Youqing said bluntly, "Does it feel good to be stepped on by me?"

"..."

After a few seconds of silence, the dragon's tail under his toe suddenly withdrew.

From the surface of the water, a wave of splashing water could be clearly seen, quickly disappearing towards the center of the fairy pond.

Shang Youqing slowly wiped the water droplets that had splashed onto her lips. "I really should have asked Cheng Huang to come over and take a look. You're the one getting angry now, aren't you?"

However, no matter what she said next, trying to provoke the dragon beneath, the surface of the fairy pond remained as calm as before, without a single ripple.

Shang Youqing remained unmoved, waiting until it was almost time before slowly rising from the edge.

Before leaving, she uttered a sentence.

"Just bear with it. As long as you don't tell me where my child is, I'll come here every day to humiliate you in a different way."

Emerging from the fairy pond's barrier, Shang Youqing spotted Cheng Huang gazing up at the sky at the barrier's entrance. She walked over and imitated him, looking up. "Cheng Huang, what are you looking at?"

Cheng Huang deadpanned, "Meditation."

"Oh, you know, Ying Shixue's dragon tail seems to have grown to two or three meters. Is that normal?"

Cheng Huang tutted.

"Did he tell you his tail was two or three meters long?"

Shang Youqing replied, "No, I measured it myself by stepping on it for a long time."

Cheng Huang was instantly filled with shame, his ears trembling with anger!

His mind, purified by meditation, shattered in an instant. He turned and glared at her, "Little Phoenix, I don't know, and I'm not particularly interested in such details!"

"You should ask me yourself."

Cheng Huang's glare wasn't enough. He turned back to the fairy pond and said, "That Ying Shixue is also a problem. He plucked dragon scales for you to play with and made you step on his tail for a long time. Does he have the demeanor of a king anymore?"

On the way back, Cheng Huang kept cursing, and Shang Youqing stroked his head to soothe him for a long time before he finally calmed down.

Back at the temple, Shang Youqing immediately handed the two dragon scales to the priest. The priest reluctantly took them and crushed them into a medicinal powder, which he then mixed with the herbs he had prepared and brought to the pharmacy to brew.

Shang Youqing leaned over the window, eager to watch, and even considered going in to see if there was anything he could do.

The priest who was standing in the pharmacy with his back to her said gently, "Xiaoqing, don't make trouble." Shang Youqing immediately walked away obediently and had to go to the front hall of the temple to pretend to help Cheng Huang organize the scriptures.

Cheng Huang stood in front of the hall, organizing the prayer wheels, his eyes straight ahead: "What do you want to ask?"

"I always feel that the priest is still angry with me."

"Not only the priest is angry, Cheng Huang is angry too."

Shang Youqing rubbed his animal ears, "Cheng Huang, be good."

Cheng Huang instinctively snored when he was rubbed, and quickly put down the things in his hands and scolded the little phoenix: "... You have no respect for your age, let go!"

Then he said to her with a serious face, "Don't you think about it? You were so seriously injured because of him before, it's a good thing that the priest didn't take advantage of the situation to kill him. If it weren't for knowing that he gave you the divine bone, the priest would not have been so kind as to leave him on the Kunlun Snow Mountain." "

But don't think that the priest doesn't say anything on the surface, he is still soft-hearted towards you. Didn't you see that the priest has been busy in the pharmacy since early morning until now? It's all for Ying Shixue to recover sooner so that you can feel at ease sooner!"

Cheng Huang shook his head and sighed, "After all, the priest is too pampered to you, a little phoenix, but it's understandable."

Shang Youqing blinked: "What's excusable?"

Cheng Huang paused, turned his head, looked at her very formally and seriously, and couldn't help rubbing the little phoenix's head, "Don't say that the priest only has a little phoenix like you, you are also a little phoenix that Cheng Huang watched break out of the shell. If he doesn't pamper you, who else should he pamper?"

Shang Youqing's face was full of satisfaction, "Wait until I bring the two phoenix chicks back for you to play with!"

Cheng Huang pricked up his ears, "Did Ying Shixue tell you the whereabouts of the child?"

"Not yet, but I will soon break through his psychological defenses!"

Shang Youqing did what he said. In the next few days, Shang Youqing ran to Tianchi every day to humiliate Ying Shixue in various ways.

But Ying Sixue remained unmoved. Except for swimming to her feet when she tried to enter the water, stepping on her and dragging her back to shore, he never even emerged from the water.

Shang Youqing felt this couldn't go on.

At night, she lay on the bedside, taking out the dragon scales given by the old man Changyi to check on the two cubs. Watching them adorably nestle in their respective nests after completing their training in the water, she felt a surge of longing.

She brushed her sleeves, slipped into the kitchen, and secretly brought a pot of Chenghuang's treasured peach blossom wine. She drank half of it silently, but it still didn't dispel the coldness.

So, late at night, she took the pot and went to the fairy pond.

The pond was shrouded in a cold, misty blue glow.

Shang Youqing didn't come to trouble one of the dragons as usual. She simply sat cross-legged under the fairy pond tree, drinking quietly. She drank for a while, watched the cubs for a while, and before she knew it, the peach blossom wine in the pot was almost gone.

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth to pour out the last bit of wine. The wine pot fell crookedly on the side of his sleeve. Shang Youqing also closed his eyelashes drunkenly, leaned against the tree, muttered something confusedly, and fell asleep.

In a daze, his body leaning against the tree seemed to be slowly embraced by something.

Shang Youqing slept drunkenly between the snow-white and cold dragon tail. He didn't sleep very deeply, and had some fragmented dreams over and over again.

He didn't know what he dreamed about. Suddenly, he hugged the tail in front of him with grievance, and uttered a sibilant sound in his drunken voice: "I hate you."

The dragon's tail wrapped around her remained motionless.

Shang Youqing buried her face in the tail again, biting lightly and heavily at the thin, cold dragon scales that had just shed their shells. As she bit, she suddenly curled her fingers and stopped moving.

"Awake?"

Ying Shixue asked, her voice close to her.

Shang Youqing's hands felt a little weak, and she pushed the dragon's tail that was wrapped around her, still hazy from the alcohol. "Why am I... here?"

"Little Phoenix,"

Shang Youqing agreed obediently. "Yes, Phoenix, I am."

"Show me your tail feathers."

"Tail feathers... tail feathers," Shang Youqing repeated twice in confusion, then shook her head and whispered, "The tail feathers are broken, it doesn't look good anymore."

"It should be healed now."

"Really..."

The little phoenix lowered her head doubtfully, and a mess of feathers fell off, finally transforming the tail feathers behind her.

However, before she could figure it out, the tail feathers fell into the heart of the snow-white dragon's claws.

As Ying Shixue had said, the tail feathers, attached by the divine bone, had completely healed.

But Shang Youqing continued to blink slowly, his fingers pressing firmly against the side of the dragon's tail. Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes. "You lied to me." At

that moment, Ying Shixue fully understood the nightmare Shang Youqing had been having.

Because he hadn't yet fully recovered his dragon form, Ying Shixue rarely swam to the surface of the Immortal Pond, to avoid damaging his still-fragile scales from the sun.

Even late at night, he'd only dipped briefly to catch some air.

But that night, Ying Shixue came to the tree by the pond's shore and held the weeping little phoenix, clinging to his tail, until dawn.

He held the little phoenix completely within his tail, never letting go.

When Shang Youqing regained consciousness, he was surprised to find himself entangled in the dragon's tail, and she, too, was clinging... tightly.

Even her sleeves were torn into a mess, especially the fabric around her waist, which had several obvious claw marks, and her own feathers were scattered around.

Shang Youqing's mind was blank for a second, and he pushed the dragon wrapped around his body, "Should I wipe the snow?"

The dragon claws against his waist rubbed slowly, "Yeah."

Then, the dragon's tail slowly retreated from his body.

Seeing that the culprit was about to retreat back to the depths of the fairy pond, Shang Youqing immediately grabbed the tip of his tail, feeling extremely embarrassed and angry.

"Are you sick? How can I explain to the priest when I go back after you tore my clothes like this?"