Chapter 176: Chapter 166: No Cold Dreams Tonight (Extra for the little mushroom of Miss Cai!)_2

Yun Ni said.

"I trust you, my ass," Shen Ye said.

Yun Ni laughed.

An invisible fluctuation emanated from Shen Ye and Song Qingyun.

The battle was about to commence!

Without hurry, Song Qingyun drew a sword, smiled sweetly, and her gaze carried a ripple it never had before:

"Brother Shen Ye, had I known you were so outstanding, I would have helped you at all costs, making you the most exceptional new star.",

"I shouldn't have been so impulsive to decide on your death without meeting you personally."

"What are you trying to say?" Shen Ye asked.

Caressing her chest, Song Qingyun spoke softly, "In this world, you are the only person who has ever saved me."

"Brother Shen Ye, in my heart... there is actually a place for you."

"I thought you were quite mediocre; it's really too bad."

Her voice spread out in the silence and darkness, carrying a faint sense of unwillingness and regret.

Shen Ye sighed.

"Alright," he said gently, "the boy in your memory has already died."

With a charming smile, Song Qingyun joined in:

"That's right, I'd already given up on emotions, the greatest weakness of mankind—"

"See, my sister likes you, which will lead to your death here, and hers as well, while I will be the one to have it all in the end."

Shen Ye shook his head in disdain, but he shifted the longevity lock on his arm to the back for protection, and scoffed:

"I have gained the trust and help of Yinchen, and Yinchen has gained a comrade who can be wholly trusted; we both have a bright future—"

"What about you? What have you gained? Does your soul still belong to you?"

The smile on Song Qingyun's face vanished as she said softly:

"I will win."

"You are destined to lose," Shen Ye stated.

All emotion disappeared from her eyes, but her lips curled up slightly:

"Me? Lose to you? It's such a pity, Brother Shen Ye. In front of me, your mind is as foolish as an animal's. I can toy with it at will; killing you would be all too easy."

Shen Ye pursed his lips in apparent scorn, yet he was fully vigilant in his heart. seaʀᴄh thё NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

—The opponent could alter memories.

If they really started fighting, his mind could indeed be fooled by the other party.

Which was exactly what annoyed him.

—He couldn't let his guard down.

"Song Qingyun, you are just amusement—mere amusement for the Master of Demon Prison," Shen Ye proclaimed.

Yun Ni gracefully waved her hand, taking steps backward:

"Let's put an end to reminiscing, shall we?"

"Well then," her voice enveloped everything from within the darkness, carrying an indescribable mighty force, "an unexpected challenger has appeared in our bet; you must fight a battle first."

"Let's begin."

A faint light suddenly appeared in the void:

"The Master of Demon Prison has added a new wager."

"You have been sent before Song Qingyun, and this wager is the chance Song Qingyun has given herself to turn the tables—she has staked her own soul and offered it to the Master of Demon Prison."

"Please find a way to defeat her!"

Shen Ye stood still in his spot.

But Song Qingyun spoke, "Brother Shen Ye, what kind of memory would you like? Or shall I erase all of your skills and knowledge?"

As she spoke, an invisible strength was already emanating from her body.

But Shen Ye was quicker.

—Shen Ye looked into the void.

"Active amusement: Rabbit Dance activated."

"The designated target for this amusement is Song Qingyun."

"You are the principal of this amusement."

"You will primarily control this Dark Gold Entry, possessing certain authority, no longer fearing attacks from external forces."

"This Dark Gold Entry's power ignores all defenses, race, techniques, talents, and strength levels of the target."

So it's amusement status, eh!

This completely changes things!

Shen Ye's eyes became blurred, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand, clapping and chanting: Discover stories with m,v l'e-NovelFire.net

"Let's indulge in pleasures!"

It had begun!

No one could resist—

Even the mighty Earls of Eternal Night City had to follow the rhythm!

And this time, Shen Ye was not subject to the amusement!

He was sober!

Shen Ye twisted his hips and moved next to Song Qingyun, turning his back to her.

"The rabbit is about to run, come on, let's chase together!"

He clapped and sang along.

Song Qingyun involuntarily threw the sword and placed her hands on his shoulders.

Joy Rabbit Dance!

Shen Ye stepped forward, stomping and dancing fast, chanting:

"In front of the bed, the moon shines bright—"

"How should I sing—"

Song Qingyun joined in, kicking her legs, dancing, singing.

Behind her, an ominous phantom of a nine-headed faceless vertical-pupiled giant serpent appeared.

The power of the Evil God!

Almost instantly, she broke free from the Negative Music and exclaimed,

"Damn it!"

"Sing with me—seems like frost on the ground, eh!" Shen Ye was still clapping and singing in front of her.

Tiny glowing characters appeared in the void:

"The opponent has actively broken free from the Negative Music, obtaining the 'negative' effect of the music:

"High-altitude fall."

"Description: A fierce collision with the ground."

Song Qingyun seemed to be hit by something fierce, falling to the ground, trembling all over, blood flowing from her nostrils.

"You embraced the music, obtaining the 'positive' effect of the music:

"Song and Dance of Youth."

"Description: You are bestowed with the strongest allure, deeply infecting others, making them forget all their troubles, thoroughly enjoying the song and dance of youth!"

Shen Ye gyrated his waist and looked towards Song Qingyun, curling his finger at her—

She involuntarily stood up, placed her hands on Shen Ye's shoulders, and began to sing:

"I will sing—seems like frost on the ground, eh!"

This scene was extraordinarily eerie and laughable.

Yun Ni, however, watched unblinkingly, as if witnessing an extremely intense fight.

Her fingers twitched slightly.

The shadow of the Evil God behind Song Qingyun became more solid.

As the shadow of the Evil God imperceptibly shook, Song Qingyun once again broke free from the music.

The void immediately displayed tiny glowing characters:

"Song Qingyun has actively broken free from the music, obtaining the 'negative' effect of the music:

"Hangover."

Song Qingyun was about to make a move when suddenly a pain shot through her head, feeling as though her temples were about to explode, her stomach empty yet churning violently, unable to control herself any longer, she bent over and began to vomit.

What kind of technique was this?

Too... twisted...

More insane and peculiar than tampering with memories!

She clenched her teeth, insisting on standing up, ready to strike—

"Look up at the bright moon, ah!"

Shen Ye sang, shaking his head.

Song Qingyun felt hazy and once again placed her hands on his shoulders, singing:

"So we must look up at the bright moon, eh!"

The two stood in a row, singing and dancing while moving forward.

"Hmm-hmm, moonlight like frost, mist like gauze, guess what happens next?"

Shen Ye sang.

The shadow of the Evil God behind Song Qingyun began to hesitate.

Every time she was woken, she was at a disadvantage.

What to do?

In a flash, the chance had passed.

"YO, this song is about homesickness, the yearning that boy had long forgotten, a solitary boat unmoored in the river of memory, the West Continent that the southern wind fails to reach."

He grasped the Dusk Shortsword and hummed to himself:

"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, lush grass extends to the sky!"

"The warm wind brushes the willows, the flute lingers, the setting sun is a mountain beyond mountains!"

The lengthy singing was like a relentless combination of punches, plunging Song Qingyun deeper, forgetting even the Evil God behind her, only following Shen Ye as they danced and moved forward.

Yun Ni's fingers moved frantically.

—No good! Song Qingyun was no longer responding!

It was only at this moment—

"Sister, guess what happens next?" Shen Ye's voice slowed, singing softly.

"What happens next, eh!" Song Qingyun placed her hands on his shoulders, following his song.

"—After that, yearning for the hometown, eh!" Shen Ye sang as he drew the Dusk Sword, swiftly slashing from the upper left to the lower right.

In the dark passage, a sharp sword light flared.

Beheaded.

Blood splattered on the clothes.

The head flew high, rolling far away into the darkness.

Shen Ye, as if unfeeling, turned back around, dancing and waving the bloody sword, singing:

"At the edge of the sky, the corner of the earth,

"Half of my dear friends are gone."

"With a ladle of turbid wine, I toast to the remaining joy, bidding goodbye to dreams of a cold tonight."

Clang!

Sword sheathed.

The wager was over.

All was quiet in the darkness.

Shen Ye took out a handkerchief, wiped the warm blood on his cheek, and asked softly,

"Is she completely dead this time?"

From the depths of the darkness, the severed head spoke:

"She's completely dead."

"That's good," Shen Ye nodded and said with relief.