Chapter 697: Chapter 697: You Really Are Tang Seng’s Flesh Chapter 697: Chapter 697: You Really Are Tang Seng’s Flesh The biting cold wind scraped along the barren branches, making them appear even more desolate, yet cheers and shouts from the audience intermittently came from the great hall.
Bead after bead dropped down, strung on a golden thread, scattering upon the ground.
Su Qiuqiu took a step back in fright and exclaimed, “I didn’t do this.”
She had only brushed the Buddha Beads with the tip of her finger, she hadn’t even committed a strong-arm robbery!
Already seen as enchantingly beautiful, her denial only seemed to give an impression of a villainous concubine flaunting her guile.
Su Qiuqiu’s face twisted in distress, her brother Wuming specifically set her up to collect something that’s now fallen apart!
And it had to shatter in front of her idol, no less. Wouldn’t they blame her for this? She was so innocent.
Su Qiuqiu felt the sensation of being so smeared with blame that even diving into the Yellow River wouldn’t cleanse her. She was at a loss for words.
If Duan Feihan were to whimper to the goddess Bai and say, “It was you who did this,” she might have to enact a palace drama then.
Feihan’s expression was chilling, his face so gloomy it could drip water.
He had been wearing that string of Buddha Beads for twenty years, fearing as a child that water from bathing could damage the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads. He would carefully take them off each time to place within a meter’s view, but then strange things began to happen.
Ever since, no matter what he did, he never took off the Buddha Beads.
Twenty years he wore them, and today they suddenly broke.
Duan Feihan and Bai Chuwei both remained silent, with both their complexions looking rather dark. Su Qiuqiu grew even more nervous, and when nervous, she began to stutter, “I, I really didn’t, I…?”
With a whoosh, her silky white hair sprang forth two fluffy white fox ears.
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When she was nervous, accidents tended to happen. Her ears? How did her ears pop out?
Su Qiuqiu suddenly remembered that her black long dress didn’t have a hood. Frightened, she quickly covered them with her hands and said in a self-defeating attempt to hide them, “You can’t see them.”
She looked around and saw that the audience had already gone to the great hall; there was absolutely no one in the long corridor.
Bai Chuwei glanced over meaningfully and said, “I’m not blind.”
Su Qiuqiu almost leaped up in shock, her blood rushing to her head as she stuttered, “Those are, those are realistic ears I bought online.”
Bai Chuwei was uninterested in Su Qiuqiu’s fox ears, she looked down at the Sandalwood Buddhist Beads scattered on the ground and said in a deep voice, “It’s been twenty years, it’s normal for them to break.”
She had made them using the last bit of the Divine Tree, and gave them to little Feihan because he looked so adorably cool.
What was Feihan? The embodiment of Tang Seng, the walking meat. Those Buddha Beads could temporarily suppress the Spiritual Energy constantly emanating from his body.
But ever since he began to practice the “Longevity Art,” Bai Chuwei had anticipated this day, just not that it would come so soon.
Duan Feihan, with a face as still as water, squatted down and his coat tails fell onto the ground, picking up each and every bead.
Su Qiuqiu, flustered on the side, clumsily tried to tuck her ears back in, when suddenly her cute nose twitched, “Mmm–how fragrant.”
Not the scent of perfume, but… the aroma of Spiritual Energy.
The scent most beloved by those who engage in spiritual cultivation!
Su Qiuqiu looked around somewhat bewilderedly, then suddenly her eyes widened in amazement, “Wow, it’s almost winter, how can this tree be sprouting?”
Bai Chuwei abruptly looked up and saw, just above her head at less than half a meter away, the barren branches were budding with vibrant green sprouts…
Bai Chuwei’s throat tightened, and she looked steadily at Feihan, sighing, “You really are Tang Seng’s flesh.”