Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 778 - 25: Eldest Miss Li’s Graduation Project
If someone else had asked, Wang Yunxiao might have thought they were yin-yanging him.
But he relatively understood Uesugi Risa’s character, this kid is quite simple-minded.
"Why did you suddenly think to ask this?"
The little witch hesitated and said, "It’s just that earlier, in front of everyone, I didn’t feel comfortable mentioning it to you... Those women, they asked if I had married a local noble, and they also made some very... very crude remarks. And then, I suddenly thought of this question, wondering if it would disturb you all..."
"No, I have lots of women outside."
Wang Yunxiao casually bamboozled her: "I could go a whole week without duplicating any of them, one more wouldn’t make a difference."
"Eh——?"
The little witch was so shocked by such a bold statement that her pupils quaked.
"I can’t believe you’re this type of person, Wang... So, does that make Doctor Li your wife?"
Hm?
Wang Yunxiao’s body shook like a tiger’s might.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because Doctor Li feels different to me."
Uesugi Risa analyzed earnestly, "Her calm and composed demeanor is something most people can’t mimic. It’s just like our Divine Witch’s head priestess. Although she appears to be a gentle confidante with a nice temper and hardly ever gets angry, we still don’t dare to act too presumptuously in front of her."
Her? Li Mumu? She carries that kind of aura?
You probably haven’t seen Eldest Miss Li throw a tantrum in private.
Wang Yunxiao reserved his personal opinion on the matter. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
But speaking of Li Mumu... it’s about time to go check on her.
The flavor of the cookies and sausages taken from the Church was quite good, tasting slightly like the old-fashioned butter cookies and Russian sausages Wang Yunxiao had eaten in a previous life, though they would be considered "new-fashioned" in this era.
How is the texture, you ask? Compared to traditional Western pastries, it isn’t as stunning, but it has a profoundly hearty appeal that makes you unable to stop after the first bite.
Li Mumu would probably like it.
In the evening, Wang Yunxiao went to see Li Mumu with cookies and sausages in tow, and upon entering the air-raid shelter, it felt like stepping into a quagmire.
The air seemed to solidify into a gel, as if invisible hands reached out from the ground to drag down his feet.
Every step was extremely laborious.
The firewood in the stove had gone out. Wang Yunxiao remembered clearly lighting it in the morning, enough to keep it warm all day, but now the stove was as cold as ice when touched.
It was as if something had sucked away all the heat.
Wang Yunxiao faintly heard the slow heartbeat of some creature within a chest.
The door leading to the inner room was ajar, and a fluffy white tail squeezed through the gap, hanging motionless by the door.
"A white weasel?"
Without thinking, Wang Yunxiao uttered these words, and the tail, as if scared, quickly retracted.
Oops, I didn’t inadvertently bless this thing, right?
Wang Yunxiao had also heard the legends from beyond the border about the spirits that sought a name; once you say they don’t look like people, you ruin their cult practice, and they’re sure to come back for revenge.
But it didn’t ask, does my casual remark count?
While Wang Yunxiao’s mind was wandering, he heard Li Mumu’s weak and feeble voice from the room.
"You’re the weasel! Your whole family is weasels!"
"That’s a mink! A sable!"
Oh?
Aren’t sables and weasels the same thing?
But none of that matters now. Upon finally hearing Li Mumu’s voice, Wang Yunxiao was overjoyed and eagerly asked, "Are you okay?"
"I’m fine... Don’t come in!"
Wang Yunxiao frowned and said, "What’s going on with you? You’ve revealed your true form after drinking realgar wine?"
From inside the room, a dull thud resounded, sounding like someone had rolled off a kang (a traditional heated bed).
After quite a while, Li Mumu’s head peeked out from the door gap.
Her hair was disheveled, her face haggard, looking like a college girl who had stayed up in the dormitory for three days and nights binge-watching ’Empresses in the Palace’.
Still undressed...
"Aren’t you cold?"
"Cold."
Li Mumu stretched out a hand, snatched the food that Wang Yunxiao had brought, and with a slap shut the door tightly again.
Sounds of wolfing down food came from behind the door in no time.
"What on earth are you up to?"
"Working on my thesis..."
"Huh?"
Wang Yunxiao almost thought he had heard wrong.
In the dead of night, with no light, you strip naked and curl up on the cold heated brick bed to write a thesis?
Must be cat-crazy!
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t understand, so he walked forward and started pounding on the door.
"Put on your clothes and let me in!"
"No way!"
"Then I’m gonna take matters into my own hands! Move aside, I’m gonna kick the door in!"
"No, no, no, no *cough cough cough cough*..."
It sounded like she choked on cookie crumbs in her windpipe, and Li Mumu behind the door let out a heart-wrenching cough.
Wang Yunxiao helplessly said, "Stop hiding, I’ve seen it all."
"Seen what?"
"I saw your foxtail sticking out!"
"It’s a sable!"
"Alright, sable sable sable, you say sable, it’s sable! Even if you turned into a foreign chili I wouldn’t despise you, open the door! Your dad asked me to bring you a message!"
"Then go heat the bed for me first!"
"So I’m out for just one day, how did the bed get so cold?"
"None of your business with a girl’s issues!"
Since Li Mumu had made a compromise, Wang Yunxiao could only compromise as well, turning around to heat the brick bed.
To those who don’t know about northern Chinese heated brick beds, let me explain: you can’t keep the bed heated all the time. If you do, that’s not heating the bed, that’s making flatbread.
Usually, you light up some firewood once, and it can last through the night. When you sleep, it could bake a person medium-rare, and even in the morning, the bed is still warm.
Therefore, Wang Yunxiao really couldn’t understand how it could get this cold. Other middle-aged women heat up like wolves at thirty and tigers at forty, and by fifty can sit on the ground and soak up the soil. Eldest Miss Li, are you not of age and already able to soak up sparks from the ground?
He started the fire, which took almost fifteen minutes. Li Mumu inside dilly-dallied, but finally she opened the door.
Wang Yunxiao was already prepared to walk in and see the Red-Clothed Woman Ghost, but as he pushed the door open, he found it to be different from what he imagined.
The bed was crowded with huge, fluffy, and furry tails.
One, two, three...
Li Mumu, dressed in pajamas, hid among the tails, hugging her legs, and glared at Wang Yunxiao huffily.
"You’re not allowed to laugh!"
"What’s there to laugh about?"
Wang Yunxiao sat on the edge of the bed and touched it, hmm, it felt nice.
"I won’t laugh at you, can you tell me the truth now? Is this because you failed your tribulation or something?"
To think that the esteemed Eldest Miss Li is actually a yellow weasel... sorry, a sable!
It seems not bad actually, upon reflection it’s quite appealing. Now that he had this leverage over her, couldn’t he just pet her any time in the future?
"I told you before that the path I cultivate is the Chess Herald Heretical Path."
Li Mumu turned her head away, somewhat reluctantly, and said: "But actually, I also cultivated the Righteous Path of the Demon Dharma Gate, and that’s why I’ve become like this."
What decent person would practice the Demon Dharma Gate?
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help being curious and asked: "If a person cultivates the Demon Dharma Gate, will they turn into a demon?"
Isn’t it said that the human body is the most suitable for cultivation? Others’ demons dream of transforming into human form every day, what’s with your reverse cultivation?
"Anyway, it turned out like this."
Li Mumu sighed and lowered her head: "It’s easy for a demon to transform into a human since there are humans everywhere to imitate. But it’s troublesome for a human to cultivate into a demon—have you ever seen what a real demon looks like?"
