Gu Xijiu’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could say anything, the one who looked like Di Fuyi in front of her suddenly changed his appearance and became a lump of pinkish flesh. Its shape was rather odd – it slightly resembled the form of a freshly peeled mussel.
It was a bivalve with tentacles, and it was holding Gu Xijiu’s hand in its bivalve (of aquatic invertebrate having a hinged double shell).
The touch was so soft and slurry that it made her hair stand on end. Its tentacle had a tremendous suction force which slowly dragged Gu Xijiu towards its mouth.
"Don't struggle unnecessarily, you've already given me your hand, that means you've given me your soul. You can never escape, just keep calm and be my food!" The lump of mussel spoke in a blend of man and woman's voice without telling apart whether it was young or aged. Its voice was indeed eerie.
Gu Xijiu tried to escape several times, but she could not retrieve her hand and free herself from its grasps. There was an intense pain in her every movement. Sweat could be seen all over her face. She watched as its mouth drew closer and closer. She gave it a go and decided to use her left hand to slice off her right hand that was stuck.
She would rather lose her hand than becoming a meal for this ugly lump of mussel.
Her strength was strong enough that a slice with her left hand was nothing less than a sharp knife. If she hit it well, her entire hand would be sliced off, and she would be able to escape.
"Hush," somehow there was a sudden wisp of raging winds. Gu Xijiu’s left hand was in the midst of pain and numbness as she suddenly discharged her accumulated spiritual power.
Even though her left hand had struck her right arm, it was merely like a slap that had caused some pain rather than impairment.
Instead, the lump of mussel felt as though it was burned, so it jerked and let go of Gu Xijiu’s hand. Gu Xijiu took the opportunity to lunge backward and escape the mussel’s control. She landed herself in a safe zone.
She looked again, only to see the mussel transforming into Di Fuyi again. With his fluttering robes, he said, "Little Xijiu, are you fine?"
Gu Xijiu burst into anger thinking how the mussel could believe that she would take the bait two times in a row.
She looked at him emotionlessly and waited for him to draw closer. When he was close enough, she hit him with a strike, "Di Fuyi, go to hell!"
She cast the strike in a full rage. Within the strike, it briefly carried the sound of wind and thunder. The strike was aimed directly at Di Fuyi.
Gu Xijiu realized that the view in front of her melted away quickly, like the melting snow in the spring.
A few moments later, she realized that she was still trapped in the cave – there was neither a mushroom platform nor dark cloud. Everything she had experienced then was just an illusion. She was so captivated by the illusion that she almost lost her life.
She was enraged and got insanely angry at the thought of missing Si Chen. Her eyes were filled with an intense rage.
She looked around and found that the mussel was severely injured at the corner.
Its body seemed to have decreased several folds in size to approximately three feet long. It was lying there, shivering uncontrollably.
Its eyes met Gu Xijiu's gaze, and it was utterly frightening. Its body quickly shifted inside its shell.
Gu Xijiu would not let it go easily. She moved instantaneously and stepped on it with one foot. She held her sword and tried to pry open its shell, "Bastard, you’d better spit my friend out!"
As expected, it must have swallowed Si Chen.
The mussel struggled for a while at her foot, but it could not escape. It was anxious, so it decided to transform again.
In the twinkling of an eye, Gu Xijiu could not see the mussel at her foot. Instead, it was Long Siye.
Gu Xijiu’s hand trembled a little. At that moment, she could not bear to stab him.
"Xijiu, you can’t bear to part with me. Come, lift your foot up…" said Long Siye, with his eyes exuding tenderness and affection.
Gu Xijiu did not say a word. She did not lift her foot up. Instead, she stabbed him with her sword, ferociously.
There was a loud bang! And, Long Siye disappeared. This time, the mussel transformed into Di Fuyi, naked.
At her foot, he was lying there in his skin with nothing on. He looked at her with his watery eyes and asked, "Sweetheart, what are you doing?"
Gu Xijiu was hit by a sudden thought in her head. She could leave it at the naked image of Di Fuyi. The real problem, however, was that the position of her foot was placed precisely on his penis.
He shifted a little, and she could already feel the 'thing' hardened at her foot.
Due to the sudden overwhelming visual impact, she quickly moved her foot. Di Fuyi took advantage of the situation and rolled away from her clutches. He stood up right in front of her.
He was still naked, and his body composition was close to perfection, like a sculptural art. He was neither too fat nor too thin. He was still without a shred of clothing on, the only thing that covered him was his dark hair hung down loosely. All the sensitive spots of his body were only partially covered by his loose hair.
He was exceedingly beautiful, enough to cause the fall of a city. He took a few steps closer to her, and she simultaneously took a few steps to back. She knew that the person standing in front of her was not the real Di Fuyi, and she knew that she should hit him without hesitation, but she just could not attack him under such a strong visual influence.
"Sweetheart, should we celebrate the union of our wedding tonight?" With a spurious smile, Di Fuyi’s eyes were immensely glancing at her. He reached out his hand, "Come here and let me love you."
Gu Xijiu was speechless.
It was such a spoil to the perspectives she had of him in her mind. She knew that even though Di Fuyi was unpredictable, he would not do something that was as obscene and dirty as what she was witnessing now.
Therefore, the one in front of her was still an illusion!
The part that annoyed her most was that she had never seen Di Fuyi naked before, so the illusion in front of her must be a fake!
With this realization, Gu Xijiu was full of rage. Her sword gleamed as she aimed it towards Di Fuyi frantically, "Bastard, I’ll slaughter you! I will cut your penis off!"
Di Fuyi disappeared. It turned out that the mussel was still in front of her, helplessly dodging to avoid her strikes.
The mussel suffered a significant injury, so its spiritual power that served as a shield was greatly reduced. Gu Xijiu continued attacking it relentlessly. Its solid shell was almost broken after her rounds of attacks.
The shell surface was full of knife marks and scars. The mussel finally surrendered, "Hey, hey, stop! I can fulfill your wish; I’ll give you whatever you want…"
It thought that it was an Aladdin’s lamp that could give her whatever she wanted.
"I don’t want anything, I only want to kill you and make you into soup!" answered Gu Xijiu, sternly.
Just when she was about to cut it, she heard someone heaving a sigh from behind, "Such a reckless waste of God’s good gift, all you could think of doing with this mussel which is a thousand years old was to make soup."
Gu Xijiu turned her head around and saw Si Chen standing not too far behind her, with his green robes swaying lightly.
Was this real? Or was this an illusion?
Gu Xijiu quickly turned her attention back to the mussel that was rolling all over the ground like a spinning wheel. She was slightly distracted earlier by Si Chen.
The mussel quickly rolled itself toward Si Chen.
With a flash of light from her sword, Gu Xijiu cast a misty wall in the way of the rolling mussel. It hit the wall and was immediately dragged into it as if trapped in the winds of a tornado. Within the wall, it spun like a windmill.
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