Chapter 343: The Spoiled Young Master is Bound by Vines (7)

Chapter 343: The Spoiled Young Master is Bound by Vines (7)

The heavy rain came suddenly, catching everyone off guard.

Fortunately, the vines quickly built a small hut, shielding Song Chuyi from the pouring rain and keeping him dry.

Song Chuyi sat on a chair woven from vines, resting his chin on his hand as he looked outside.

In the post-apocalyptic world, even rainwater posed a danger, as even a slight contact could lead to mutation.

However, the mutant plants thrived in this rain.

The energy in the rainwater enhanced their strength.

So Xiao Li and Xiao Bo were outside, reveling in the rain.

Xiao Lv, on the other hand, stayed by his side, though it was a bit mischievous, slithering into his clothes and coiling into a small circle on his chest.

It tickled a bit.

Song Chuyi scratched it.

Slender vines quietly sprouted from the ground, wrapping around his ankles.

The surrounding vines appeared to thicken.

The deep, oppressive dark green tightly surrounded Song Chuyi in the small hut.

Song Chuyi's long lashes fluttered, and a slight smile played on his lips.

"Have you come looking for me?"

The villain is truly impatient.

He had barely been gone for five days, and the villain was already so eager to track him down?

No one answered, but the cold vine that crept into his pant leg and clung tightly to his calf seemed to reply.

The cold vine started to heat up.

Suddenly, a somewhat thicker vine coiled around Song Chuyi's slim waist from behind.

It spiraled upward and, with a soft pop, blossomed into a small white flower.

Song Chuyi raised an eyebrow slightly, "What is this?"

The small white flower slowly expanded to about the size of a fist before abruptly withering away.

Soon, a dark green fruit sprouted from the tip.

The skin was smooth, with a dark green hue that made it seem unappetizing at first glance.

The fruit swiftly grew and ripened, dropping into Song Chuyi's hand in an instant.

Song Chuyi suddenly understood, "Do you want me to taste your fruit?"

It was his first time eating a vine fruit.

He took a bite, and his body appeared to stiffen.

Song Chuyi struggled to describe the taste in his mouth. It was like he’d just pulled a live fish from the river, dumped sugar on it, and shoved it straight into his mouth.

The overpowering fishy stench was laced with a hint of sweetness.

The flavor was downright weird.

Suddenly, Song Chuyi thought his own fruit wasn’t completely inedible raw.

Sure, it was bitter and tough, but it beat the fruit from the vines by a mile.

Song Chuyi quietly lowered his hand and cleared his throat.

“Why don’t... you give it a try?”

Qi Yuze, lurking in the shadows: My wife really isn’t a fan of my fruit.

His eyes narrowed as he zeroed in on Xiao Li, who was soaking up the rain outside.

Even though he’d been out of it before, Xiao Lv had told him his wife raved about that alien plant’s fruit.

If he could consume it, maybe he’d produce fruit his wife would actually enjoy.

The vines crept toward Xiao Li.

Xiao Li, basking in the rain, suddenly shivered as a wave of danger hit.

Without a second thought, it shook off the water and bolted toward Song Chuyi.

Qi Yuze hadn’t expected Xiao Li to run toward his wife, and his grip on the branch faltered.

He couldn’t let his wife see him like this.

He didn’t want to scare her.

Qi Yuze looked down at the branches sprouting from his fingers, disgusted by his own appearance.

When the apocalypse hit, he gained self-awareness.

Driven by his vine instincts, he’d instinctively expanded his territory, sprouting countless branches.

Now those branches were everywhere underground, impossible to reel back in.

They were all part of him, ready to burst through the soil at his command.

But he’d poured too much energy into the branches, leaving his upper body humanoid while his lower half was a tangle of thick vines.

Only with enough energy could he turn the vines into legs like his wife’s.

His wife’s legs were gorgeous—slender, pale, and soft.

Unlike his own, bulky and grotesque.

Qi Yuze’s dark green eyes burned with obsession as he fixated on Song Chuyi’s slender, exposed ankles.

He gulped.

He wanted to coil around them. He wanted to be close to him.

He sent out a vine, silently wrapping it around Song Chuyi's ankle.

Song Chuyi was used to these vines wrapping around him. Though the vine around his ankle was thicker than usual, he didn’t pay it much mind.

Just then, Xiao Li burst in from outside, shaking like a leaf.

"What’s going on?" Song Chuyi asked, concerned.

Once inside, Xiao Li no longer sensed the danger. It shook its vines, signaling it was okay.

When Xiao Li stopped shaking, Song Chuyi relaxed.

"Glad you’re alright."

He glanced around but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

Still, the villain’s presence felt stronger.

But with all these vines around, the strong aura made sense.

It didn’t occur to him that the villain might show up without meeting him.

After all, if Xiao Lv always wanted to stick close, the villain probably did too.

If he came, he’d definitely want to see him.

Song Chuyi had no idea Qi Yuze was feeling so insecure.

He didn’t have tasty fruits or nice legs, and he was so insecure he couldn’t even face him.

He stayed hidden in the shadows, his dark green eyes locked on Song Chuyi.

His throat tightened as he kept repeating in his head: Wife, wife, wife.

She was his.

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The rain had finally stopped.

Song Chuyi stepped out of the vine hut and stretched.

"Alright, let’s keep moving!"

He led the three of them onward.

Behind him, Qi Yuze stepped into view.

His wife’s walk was just too cute.

Her long, slim legs moved gracefully, as if they were walking right into his heart.

Why couldn’t she walk on him?

He wanted her to step on him too.

Qi Yuze’s eyes sparkled.

Countless vines burst through the soil, spreading out into a dark green carpet on the ground.

From afar, it resembled a sprawling meadow.

Song Chuyi noticed that the path ahead had somehow transformed.

Before, it was either black dirt roads or pre-apocalypse cement roads, but now it had turned into a meadow.

A seemingly endless meadow.

The more the meadow stretched, the eerier it felt.

This was the apocalypse—even fruit trees had mutated, so why wouldn’t these grasses?

Any that hadn’t mutated were long gone, so how could there still be such a large expanse?

To play it safe, Song Chuyi chose to go around.

But wherever he went, the meadow seemed to trail him like it had a mind of its own.

Song Chuyi stopped, arms crossed, scrutinizing the meadow that seemed to move on its own.

Hidden in the shadows, Qi Yuze’s gaze was locked on Song Chuyi.

The way his wife folded his arms was just too cute.

His exposed skin was pale and delicate, so soft that even a gentle touch would leave red marks.

But even if red marks appeared, it was no big deal.

He could apply his own sap on them, and the red marks would quickly disappear.

But then again, that would mean his wife would end up stained.