Chapter 1246 - 1247: Scheme

Chapter 1246 -1247: Scheme

Song Xiaodong didn’t even try to dodge, saying, “If you kill me now, you’ll regret it.”

“Regret? Are you just trying to scare me?” Qingluan’s hand paused in mid-air, then she spoke with disdain.

“Haven’t you noticed that your feet are already deeply trapped in the mud?” Song Xiaodong said lazily.

“Ah…” Qingluan let out a small cry, stopped her hand aimed at Song Xiaodong, and exerted force with her legs, trying to pull her foot out.

“So what?” Qingluan snorted.

“Haha, it’s nothing… What about your left foot?” Song Xiaodong shook his head, his face mocking.

“Left foot?” Qingluan frowned, then discovered a very serious problem. Although her right foot was pulled out, her left foot was stuck even deeper.

Moreover, the mud seemed to have a strong suction force, making her left foot involuntarily sink deeper.

Qingluan ignored dealing with Song Xiaodong, instinctively pressing her right foot back into the mud, trying to pull her left foot out.

Song Xiaodong chuckled and said, “You can’t do it, no matter how high your Kung Fu is, you can’t resist nature’s force.”

Qingluan said nothing, shifted her weight to her right foot, trying to pull her left foot out.

“No way, no way! You simply can’t pull it out.” Song Xiaodong looked at Qingluan mockingly.

“Shut up!” Qingluan angrily yelled at Song Xiaodong, not worrying about him attacking her now, as the gap between them was wide. Even if Song Xiaodong tried to ambush her now, she could easily kill him.

Moreover, what annoyed Qingluan the most was that when she shifted her weight to her right foot, although her left foot pulled out a bit, her right foot suddenly sank deeply, shocking her, and she hurriedly adjusted her weight back onto her left foot.

Thus, by shifting her weight back and forth between her feet, tragedy struck, and both her feet were deeply trapped in the mud.

If Qingluan didn’t move at this point, she could delay a bit and try other methods. But she was too confident, and the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. Within just half a minute, both her legs were deeply stuck in the mud, and her waist was immersed in water.

Meanwhile, Song Xiaodong’s thighs still remained above the water.

When he first sunk in, he realized something was wrong, so he didn’t struggle at all, and kept his hand secretly pressed against the bark, allowing the buoyancy of the water to slow his sinking.

As for mocking Qingluan, it was purely to provoke her into struggling, and she fell for it.

“Haha!” Song Xiaodong suddenly laughed loudly, squinting at Qingluan, saying, “Still want to kill me now?”

Qingluan didn’t dare to move randomly anymore, her face looking quite grim, but soon it returned to a charming smile as she said, “So what? Aren’t we the same? Even if I don’t kill you now, you will still die.”

“And you will have to accompany my burial?” Song Xiaodong winked at Qingluan.

“What difference does that make? My goal is to kill you. Whether I die or not, that doesn’t matter to me.”

“You sure know how to take it easy.” Song Xiaodong chuckled lightly, then changed his tone, “But… I won’t die here with you.”

“Under these circumstances, I don’t believe you can survive and leave.” A hint of disdain flashed in Qingluan’s eyes.

She was undoubtedly bright, quickly thinking of many solutions upon realizing her status. But in situations like this, they both seemed entirely helpless.

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily, saying, “Well then, let’s give it a try.”

As he spoke, Song Xiaodong suddenly slapped fiercely towards Qingluan.

“You’re courting death!” Qingluan never expected Song Xiaodong would dare to strike at this moment. Both exerting force would only cause them to sink deeper.

Yet Song Xiaodong’s slap wasn’t just bluff; the wind accompanying that palm made the grass on the water swirl chaotically.

Song Xiaodong was entirely in a dominant position, striking from above, and leaning down, he could completely hit Qingluan.

Qingluan could only meet him from below, initially wanting to shock Song Xiaodong to death with one palm. But she suddenly thought if she exerted too much force, it would only sink her deeper, so she had to hold back, trying not to endure Song Xiaodong’s palm force excessively.

“Bang!” Their palms met, Song Xiaodong’s palm directly raised.

But soon he slapped again and again towards Qingluan, almost with mutual destruction in mind.

Qingluan defended against Song Xiaodong’s attacks several times, although always vigilant, she felt herself sinking deeper, almost reaching her chest.

At this point, she couldn’t help but get angry; rather than continuing this way, she might as well shock Song Xiaodong to death with one palm.

“Ah!” Song Xiaodong shouted loudly, stacking two palms, and fiercely slapped Qingluan again.

“Die!” Qingluan no longer held back, meeting his palms with force.

Once more their palms met, but Qingluan immediately sensed she’d been tricked.

Because this time, Song Xiaodong’s palm carried no force at all, just as at the edge of the woods.

“Thank you!” Song Xiaodong loudly uttered two words, borrowing Qingluan’s power to swiftly escape from the mud.

Earlier, every strike on Qingluan had allowed him to gradually lift himself out, and the final blow freed him from the mud’s grip.

As he leaped out, he didn’t soar into the air, but merely jumped off the water surface, then fell back into the water.

“Scoundrel… What difference does this make? I don’t believe you can get out,” Qingluan realized she’d been trapped but had no way to counter, only glaring at Song Xiaodong angrily.

But after falling into the water, Song Xiaodong wasn’t standing but instead lay awkwardly, splashing a large wave.

After landing in the water, Song Xiaodong didn’t sink, but floated atop, paddled with hands, looking towards Qingluan, coughed twice, and smiled, saying, “I say, Qingluan sister, enjoy yourself slowly here. I’m not sticking around to play with you.”

“You… How is this possible?” Qingluan was dumbstruck, exclaiming in shock.

Song Xiaodong laughed heartily, saying, “My silly sister, there’s water up here, plus I have a piece of bark. How could I possibly sink? Goodbye, well—to be precise, farewell forever. Don’t worry, come holidays, I’ll burn some paper for you, so you’re not pitifully broke in the Netherworld.”