books44 Chapter 64 Si Wuxie, How Long Have We Known Each Other?
Chapter 64 Si Wuxie, How Long Have We Known Each Other?
Mei Shiyu stepped out of the room and stood alone by the railing.
The view from the fourth floor is quite open, and you can easily see the table and chairs surrounded by cats in the center of the lobby.
There were two people sitting facing each other at the table.
On one side was Si Wuxie, with a lawless black cat perched on his head.
On the other side was Xia Changfeng, his hands folded under his chin, his gaze shifting from Si Wuxie's face to the gambling equipment in the center of the table.
They are engaged in a thrilling and intense game.
As the saying goes, "a little gambling is harmless fun."
However, the atmosphere between the two was somewhat strange, with an awkwardness that revealed a murderous intent, and within that murderous intent, there was a hidden secret that was hard to fathom.
Si Wuxie spoke first: "Tell me, what's the stake this time?"
Xia Changfeng snapped his fingers. "The usual."
They had already gambled three times before this.
Unfortunately, Si Wuxie, this cunning fox spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years, lost to this handsome young man with a dark heart three times in a row!
He's lived for over a thousand years and has eaten more salt than this kid has eaten rice.
While he was gaining experience and learning the ropes in society, this kid was still playing in the mud wearing open-crotch pants!
According to conventional wisdom, Si Wuxie would be more than qualified to be his ancestor.
I don't know why I had such bad luck today, I actually lost to my grandson so badly that even his parents wouldn't acknowledge me.
Xia Changfeng suddenly asked, "Si Wuxie, how long have we known each other?"
Si Wuxie fiddled with the exquisite dice, his narrow fox-like eyes squinting.
Based on his years of experience dealing with shrewd people, he knew that when someone said something like that, they were trying to appeal to emotions.
Leak! Leak! Leak!
"Talking about feelings can ruin your finances. Don't let a dirty century-old friendship taint our pure relationship of interests."
A century-old friendship—yes, their friendship has lasted for over a hundred years.
However, their relationship is very special... You could say that if you ignore the deception, hurt, and bloodshed, their "relationship" is completely untenable!
They've known each other for quite a long time. How long? One thing is certain.
Si Wuxie had actually seen Xia Changfeng wearing open-crotch pants when he was a child.
……
Several hundred years ago, Xia Changfeng was a prince of a mortal kingdom.
However, the country he lived in was a small, remote country in the south, and although he was a prince, he was not favored.
Other royal children were sent to the Imperial Academy to study before they were three years old, while Xia Changfeng was still urinating and playing in the mud when he was six.
The reason is that his father simply doesn't remember having such a nobody among his many children.
The emperor had three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines. Beauties from all over the country were sent to the palace. Xia Changfeng's mother was just one of the most inconspicuous commoners.
The emperor was licentious and immoral, indulging in wine and women. He had seen all kinds of women and found them all the same when the lights were off; sleeping with one woman once was no longer a novelty.
Life is utterly dull.
Until one day, he saw an interesting way to play in a history book.
He decided to drive a sheep-drawn cart around the palace, and whichever palace the sheep stopped to graze in, he would sleep there for the night.
Although Xia Changfeng's mother was a woman chosen from among the common people and did not have a high social status, she was very intelligent.
She knew that if she was not favored, she would be humiliated by the servants and despised by the slaves.
She did not want to die of old age, illness, or depression in the dark and gloomy palace.
She wanted to climb the ranks, to become a concubine, a favored concubine, and finally, an imperial concubine.
She even wanted to be empress.
So she sprinkled salt water on the grass in the palace, which attracted the emperor's sheep-drawn carriage to stop in front of her door.
And so, after one night of passion, she became pregnant.
Unfortunately, she died from severe bleeding during childbirth.
Once a person dies, they no longer need to think about anything.
Xia Changfeng grew up in the cold palace, living a life without the love of his father or mother.
I don't have many friends around me.
He barely speaks a few words to anyone all day long; he's very tongue-tied, slow to react, and a bit dull—not very likable.
In the vast palace, they merely eked out a living.
Perhaps due to insufficient intellectual development during his early years, he was simple-minded and physically strong in his childhood. In addition, with his innate fire spirit root, he unintentionally learned the explosive technique with great destructive power.
He burned down the cold palace where he had slept for eight years with a "boom".
The Empress, with her "compassionate" heart, covered up the matter for him, telling the Emperor that the palace had caught fire due to the dry weather, and that a group of careless servants had been executed, thus putting the matter behind them.
Xia Changfeng was raised under the Empress's care from then on.
The Empress kept him with impure motives. One day, she lied to him, saying that his mother had been cruelly murdered by the current Imperial Concubine, and used this to urge him to seek revenge on the Imperial Concubine.
Ideally, we could burn that shameless little bitch, slut, and vixen of the Imperial Concubine to ashes with a single "boom"!
Xia Changfeng thought for a moment and asked, "Is there three people in the Imperial Concubine's retinue: a little bitch, a little slut, and a vixen?"
The Empress was a little worried about his intelligence; what if he were to be killed in a counterattack?
She kindly advised, "No, my dear child, remember this: the Imperial Concubine is a vixen!"
It wasn't until Xia Changfeng went to settle accounts with the so-called "Imperial Concubine" in the middle of the night that he fully understood the Empress's meaning.
It turns out that the Imperial Concubine really was a fox spirit, and a male fox spirit at that, who knew magic!
Amidst the lush lamplight and red candles draped in gauze curtains, a man with fox ears and a tail lay on the emperor, devouring his life essence.
Si Wuxie seized the souls of mortals, absorbed all their yang energy, and then roughly stuffed them back into their bodies.
The old emperor's ruddy cheeks quickly withered, and he became skin and bones, aging ten years in the blink of an eye. His skeletal frame was vaguely visible, and he was just one step away from his death.
Si Wuxie jumped off the bed and stomped twice hard on the emperor's crotch.
"Damn it, you old, ugly, stinking man, how dare you take advantage of me? If it weren't for the fact that your royal family has the blood of the ancient Vermilion Bird God flowing through your veins, why would I need to use my seductive arts on trash like you?!"
After he finished his tirade, he turned around and saw Xia Changfeng, who was only six years old.
With a twitch of his nose, he sensed on this child a Vermilion Bird bloodline even purer than the old emperor's.
Extremely Yang and strong, a pure Yang body, the soul is like the blazing sun at noon, and the spirit is like a raging fire that destroys everything in its path.
Si Wuxie possessed double pupils, allowing him to see clearly even the smallest details. He could tell that Si Wuxie had a superior fire spirit root without any testing.
Its momentum is like fire, its speed like the wind, its movement like thunder, and its stillness like a mountain.
Good lad, you have a bright future.
He snapped his fingers.
“Young man, I see that you have exceptional talent and the potential to achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top and the Five Qi Converging at the Origin. Why don’t you come with me to cultivate the Tao? Don’t waste your natural talent.”
Xia Changfeng asked him, "Are you a monster?"
Si Wuxie lied to him: "I am a deity."
"But you killed my mother."
"You fart!"
"You also killed my father."
"He deserves it!"
Xia Changfeng thought for a moment, then said, "Yes, you're good-looking, so everything you say is right."
The young prince was so easily seduced by the old fox.
Si Wuxie's abduction of children wasn't out of kindness; he had ulterior motives.
He was a person whose life was extremely unsatisfactory.
His father was a notorious playboy in the Yunlan Sect, the ultimate scumbag.
His mother was a tragic beauty from the Tushan Nine-Tailed Fox Clan, and the epitome of a love-obsessed person.
The misfortune extended to his children; he was nearly killed by his father in his infancy from the moment he was born.
Not to mention, he also has a naive and clueless twin sister who needs his care.
As the older brother, he had a heavy burden on his shoulders, taking on responsibilities that were not originally his at a very young age.
If Si Wuxie didn't have ulterior motives, why would he take in a brain-dead idiot like Xia Changfeng during his low point?
Is it because he's young, because he doesn't bathe, or because of his wise eyes?
neither.
Si Wuxie was after the pure yang energy emanating from him.
The descendants of the Tushan Nine-Tailed Fox Clan are predominantly female, with very few males and a high mortality rate.
But Si Wuxie didn't want to die, nor could he. As the older brother, he had to take on the responsibility of protecting his younger sister.
He wasn't born liking to flirt with men.
He just needs to absorb a lot of yang energy to live a little longer, and a little longer still.
At the very least, we'll have to wait until his sister grows a nine-tailed fox...
Only when Si Wuyou is mature enough to stand on his own can he die in peace.