PFC Chapter 125 That Uncle Is Gone
Chapter 125 That Uncle Is Gone
Shen Qingyao slowly opened her eyes with a look of suspicion, and the scene that came into view shocked her.
She saw a huge tail, like a snake's tail, tightly coiled around her, quickly pulling her away from the smoke-filled, shouting battlefield.
Meanwhile, Long Jiaojiao was still holding a string of tempting candied hawthorns in her hand, chewing them with relish.
Surprisingly, her lower body had somehow transformed into a majestic dragon's tail, tightly coiled around Shen Qingyao's slender body.
"Mommy, although I'm a little embarrassed to help Sister Wang, how could I just stand by and watch you be in danger? After all, you're my mommy!"
Long Jiaojiao blinked her big, watery eyes, her face full of flattery, and looked at Shen Qingyao in a fawning manner.
Her cherry-like mouth was stretched wide, revealing two rows of clean, white teeth. Her pink cheeks were slightly flushed with excitement, making her look incredibly cute and charming.
Seeing this, Shen Qingyao couldn't help but glare at Long Jiaojiao with annoyance.
If she hadn't been so exhausted and weak, she probably would have already given the little guy a good whack on the head.
Hmph, she only offered help after she exhausted her last bit of strength. That girl is really heartless, she's a complete ingrate!
Shen Qingyao felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away in an instant.
She subconsciously turned her head, her gaze urgently fixed on Si Jingnian and Ruan Hongshuang, who were engaged in a fierce battle in the distance.
It was just a fleeting glance that made her unable to sit still any longer.
At this moment, Ruan Hongshuang and the others were still struggling to resist the invasion of the Yin energy. Their figures were swaying precariously, as if they would collapse at any moment.
Meanwhile, Si Jingnian's situation was equally dire. The relentless onslaught of Yin energy was like a pack of hungry wolves, fiercely attacking him and making his already pale face even more bloodless, turning a worrying deathly white.
A large mass of dense, ink-like yin energy tightly coiled around Si Jingnian's body, baring its fangs and claws, desperately trying to burrow into his body.
Fortunately, because Si Jingnian was wearing the mysterious jade pendant given to him by Shen Qingyao, these yin energies could not succeed for the time being, but judging from the current situation, it was only a matter of time before he was invaded by the yin energy.
Time passed second by second, and every moment was an ordeal for Si Jingnian.
The yin energy was like tenacious weeds, constantly searching for weaknesses in the jade pendant's protection, gradually eroding Si Jingnian's defenses.
"What should we do? Si Jingnian is about to collapse!"
Shen Qingyao, standing to the side, was extremely anxious, as if she were an ant on a hot pan. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hands unconsciously clenched and unclenched.
However, faced with such powerful Yin energy, she felt utterly powerless. Despite her extreme anxiety, she had no idea how to help Si Jingnian and the others escape their predicament.
Just then, Shen Qingyao's gaze suddenly fell on Long Jiaojiao, who was not far away.
At this moment, Long Jiaojiao was leisurely eating a string of candied hawthorns, seemingly oblivious to the tense situation around him.
Shen Qingyao didn't have time to think. She grabbed at Long Jiaojiao like a last straw and shouted:
"Jiaojiao, please help them!"
Hearing Shen Qingyao's urgent call, Long Jiaojiao slowly raised her head, took another bite of candied hawthorn, and then turned her gaze to Si Jingnian, Ruan Hongshuang, and the others who were struggling.
"Mommy, that uncle seems to be dying! Judging from his appearance, he might really become Sister Wang's son-in-law!"
Long Jiaojiao blinked her big eyes and shouted excitedly. Her small body trembled slightly, as if she could no longer contain the excitement surging within her.
Those clear, watery eyes now gleamed with a chilling, murderous light, like a hungry little beast spotting its delicious prey.
Long Jiaojiao grew up in darkness, amidst endless slaughter and bloodshed.
For her, the most fascinating thing in the world was the thrill of taking someone's life with her own hands.
Therefore, when she witnessed this scene that could potentially kill someone, she felt as if she were in an incredibly exciting game, filled with anticipation and excitement.
Upon hearing Long Jiaojiao's words, Shen Qingyao turned pale with anger and began to tremble uncontrollably.
She opened her mouth, wanting to scold Long Jiaojiao, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a single word.
Because she knew all too well that Long Jiaojiao was by nature, with bloodlust and a thirst for killing flowing in her veins, and that she was powerless to change that fact, let alone try to order her to stop.
For Long Jiaojiao, concepts such as emotions, love, hate, and grudges are all extremely foreign.
In her simple yet cruel world, killing is the only constant theme.
Therefore, even if he were to stand by and do nothing, Long Jiaojiao would not feel the slightest guilt or remorse.
Seeing Shen Qingyao's despairing expression, Long Jiaojiao couldn't help but pout and reluctantly put down the candied hawthorn she was enjoying.
Then she raised her head, blinked her bright eyes at Shen Qingyao, and asked in confusion:
"Mother, is that uncle very important to you?"
Shen Qingyao slowly raised her head, staring blankly at the dragon in front of her.
For a moment, time seemed to freeze. She nodded subconsciously, her movement so mechanical and powerless.
At this moment, her beautiful eyes were filled with endless despair and deep loss, like two stars that had lost their light, dim and lifeless.
At the same time, the tempting string of candied hawthorns that Long Jiaojiao was holding disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Her expression turned serious, and the smile that had been on her innocent and cute face disappeared, replaced by a serious and solemn look.
Especially her delicate eyebrows, which were slightly furrowed, as if she were thinking about something important.