Rabbit Must Die
Chapter 32 The Pitfall of the Immortals by the Scheming Rabbit_1

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 The Pitfall of the Immortals by the Scheming Rabbit_1

Meanwhile, Qin Shou was also afraid that Chang’e would be heartbroken if she knew the silly Rabbit had died or that it might create a rift between them, so he was prepared to impersonate the silly Rabbit to the end.

Therefore, Qin Shou immediately cleared all thoughts and said casually, "This is our fairy Chang’e, and as for me, just call me Qin Shou."

"Brute?!" both Chang’e and Barefoot Immortal called out subconsciously.

There was no helping it, the name was too suggestive; it was impossible not to notice.

Qin Shou was used to everyone’s reactions and carried himself with exceptional composure, asking nonchalantly, "Any questions?"

Chang’e asked, "When did you come up with this name for yourself?"

Qin Shou replied, "It was a combined effort of my old man and grandfather."

In Qin Shou’s eyes, the elder who had taken him in was both his father and grandfather. According to their relationship, the man was a father, but age-wise, he was a grandfather. Since the old man had never had a grandson, Qin Shou didn’t mind being a son and then a grandson.

Chang’e asked, "You have parents and a grandfather? Where are they?"

Qin Shou looked up to the sky and said, "Judging by the time, they should have been reborn by now."

Chang’e was taken aback and then said, "Sorry..."

Barefoot Immortal also said, "Condolences."

Qin Shou shook his head and asked, "It’s nothing, Barefoot Immortal, are we still competing?"

Barefoot Immortal laughed and said, "Of course, we’re competing. How could we not compete in such a fun game?"

Qin Shou said, "Alright then, now you try to see what I’m thinking. If you can last a minute without being scared, I’ll concede defeat."

Barefoot Immortal said, "Come on then, I want to see what you can use to scare me."

Having said that, Qin Shou closed his eyes and a series of images flashed rapidly through his mind. These were memories of the past, imprints from his youthful days, memories from Earth, from the island nation across the sea facing Huaxia...

At first, Qin Shou wasn’t sure about Barefoot Immortal’s tolerance level, so he started with a standard male-female battle scene,

Turned out, Barefoot Immortal’s eyebrow raised, but he didn’t take it seriously; instead, he seemed rather intrigued.

Qin Shou raised an eyebrow and thought, "Who says Immortals are uninterested in worldly pleasures? This..."

Just as he was entertaining improper thoughts, Qin Shou quickly repressed his heart’s desires, lest Barefoot Immortal sense them and he’d end up getting beaten up again. Being at a disadvantage twice was enough; it couldn’t happen again.

So, Qin Shou began to intensify the scenes...

Meanwhile, Qin Shou was sneakily observing Barefoot Immortal’s reactions, noticing the old Taoist’s brows starting to furrow, clearly struggling to cope with such chaotic scenes.

Qin Shou was rather pleased, but he knew that the intensity he was providing still wasn’t enough!

Chang’e looked at the two, utterly baffled, and asked, "Yu’er, what are you thinking about?"

Qin Shou replied seriously, "Thinking about the laws of nature, the ways of survival. Don’t disturb me; otherwise, if I lose, that would be bad."

Chang’e took his words for truth and nodded solemnly, saying to Qin Shou, "You can do it!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Shou’s heart wavered. If Chang’e knew what he was really thinking... Qin Shou guessed he would probably be beaten to death.

But Barefoot Immortal seemed to become calmer, even appearing to enjoy himself a little...

Decisively, Qin Shou switched the girls in his thoughts to Sister Feng, Lady Pomegranate, and the like.

The next moment, Qin Shou clearly saw the Barefoot Immortal’s eyelids twitching and the corners of his mouth spasming, nearly causing him to look up and start swinging...

Seeing this, Qin Shou knew he was onto something!

So, Qin Shou said, "Big Immortal, ready to admit defeat? Otherwise, I’ll have to unleash my big move!"

The Barefoot Immortal snorted, "Heh heh, little Rabbit, I’ve seen more in my life than the salt you’ve eaten. This little show of yours is too simple."

Qin Shou nodded and suddenly turned Sister Feng and Lady Pomegranate back into stunning beauties, causing the Barefoot Immortal’s eyes to light up with delight.

Qin Shou rolled his eyes and spoke his mind, "You’re nothing but an old lecher! Aren’t Immortals supposed to have severed all sentimental ties and desires?"

To which the Barefoot Immortal replied in Qin Shou’s mind, "Severing ties and desires, would I even be human then? I didn’t sever them, they’re quite nice to look at. Got any more?"

Qin Shou was speechless.

But Qin Shou had been prepared all along, so why hold back when the other party was asking for it?

So, Qin Shou delivered an even more compelling scene, and the Barefoot Immortal watched with even more relish.

Just then, the images in Qin Shou’s mind shifted! Suddenly, they turned into two muscular African men!

"Urgh!"

In that instant, the previously enraptured Barefoot Immortal almost threw up with a retch!

Qin Shou could clearly tell that the Barefoot Immortal’s face wasn’t right anymore, it even looked a bit greenish.

Qin Shou chuckled to himself and continued to press on...

Almost instantly, the Barefoot Immortal cried out, "Stop, stop, stop... How can you be so disgusting?"

The Barefoot Immortal clutched his throat, really feeling like he was going to vomit...

Qin Shou spread his hands and said, "Quit the nonsense, you lost."

To Qin Shou’s surprise, the Barefoot Immortal did not fly into a rage but instead took a sip of water, relaxed a bit, and said, "Whew... If you had started with that, I might not have been able to hold out. The good stuff came first, then suddenly a pile of shit... Ah, I can’t take it, I can’t take it. You sly Rabbit, you win, you’re cheap!"

Qin Shou chuckled, "Big Immortal, you lost."

The Barefoot Immortal gave Qin Shou a disdainful look and said, "Do you think I can’t accept defeat? Everything else is unimportant, but I still want my face."

After finishing his words, the Barefoot Immortal pulled a rope out of his bosom and threw it to Qin Shou, "How about this as a gift for you?"

Qin Shou, lacking any clue, mumbled, "Big Immortal, giving me a dog leash, for what?"

Upon hearing that, the Barefoot Immortal smacked Qin Shou on the head and cursed with a laugh, "You thankless Rabbit, this Dragon-fishing Rope is what I use to fish for Heavenly Dragons. It’s a coveted item among many Immortals. In your eyes, it’s just passable? If you don’t want it, give it back."

As soon as he heard this, Qin Shou quickly handed it to Chang’e, "Put it away quickly, this old man wants to take it back, such poor sportsmanship. Forget it, where’s that little card I gave you earlier? Put it on and hang it around my neck."

As soon as the Barefoot Immortal heard this, nearly blowing his nose crooked with irritation, he said, "The gift I gave you, would I try to take it back?"

Qin Shou snickered, "If you’re not stealing, why is your hand reaching out so far?"

The Barefoot Immortal was immediately so infuriated that his nose was almost crooked.

Chang’e pressed her lips together and smiled; she too could see that the two were merely bantering, not truly getting angry.