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Chapter 762 What if Heaven Descends Against Heaven?

Li Mumu has long known that Wang Yunxiao is very popular with girls.

In later generations, there are always fairies on the Internet asking why they can’t find young, high-quality men... Nonsense, if there really are high-quality men in their eyes, they will have been taken away before they even step out of the campus.

Time-travel novels only focus on those who compete for favor in the harem through a talent show. Those who are unwilling to eat coarse food with the prince in the palace deserve to be single.

His father, Mu Yuming, was a handsome and elegant man in his early years. He was well-dressed... no, well-dressed. Even when Li Mumu was in kindergarten, there were still many beautiful aunts who were still obsessed with him and kept pestering him.

It’s a pity that Li Ya acted too early.

Moreover, they were steady, accurate and ruthless. They went straight to the point without saying anything. They got the marriage certificate on the second day, had the wedding on the third day, and went to the hospital for a pregnancy test three months later.

Wang Yunxiao's conditions are actually quite good. I won't comment on her figure and appearance, so as to avoid others from gossiping about her, saying that Miss Li has never had good food. The point is that this person has ideas and means, and he goes in and out with a group of brothers, which looks very intimidating.

How can you expect little girls who have never left home or been online to have high ideals in life? How can such men not be better than the big silly boy with a full forehead and a square chin introduced by the second aunt next door, or the old bumpkin who is about the same age as her father?
Therefore, Li Mumu had a certain psychological expectation about Wang Yunxiao's usual attraction to many men outside.

But even so, she didn't expect that after just a night's sleep, when she woke up in the morning, she would meet two new girls!

Moreover, they are all good-looking, with a bit of exotic style and a quite romantic mood.

The pig bumped into you, and you bumped into the peach tree?
Wang Yunxiao was also helpless. Looking at Li Mumu's dead eyes, he could smell the acetic acid from ten meters away.

What does it have to do with me? I only knew her twenty minutes earlier than you did!

Originally, Wang Yunxiao borrowed the car from the bureau and only wanted to send Li Mumu alone.

Now, there’s one more person.

A smart, well-behaved and cute Sakura girl.

Wang Yunxiao, sitting in the driver's seat, felt very uncomfortable.

Li Mumu sat in the passenger seat without hesitation, glanced at the little witch who was holding her weapon obediently in the back, and a kind and friendly smile appeared on his face.

"Where did this little girl come from? Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

She is wearing a mink and the Sakura girl is wearing a shrine maiden costume, and they look like they are not from the same season.

People say that Japanese girls are resistant to cold, but they can’t be this resistant, right?

"I'm……"

The little witch was about to introduce herself when she suddenly remembered something. She picked up the notebook and took a look. She immediately changed her words and said, "Hello, sister. I am Uesugi Risa from Kanagawa Prefecture, Fuso Prefecture. It is indeed much colder here than my hometown. I came here in a hurry and did not prepare winter clothes in advance. In addition, I only look short, but I am actually an adult."

Huh? Already an adult?
But it is also true that Sakura girls are generally short...

But that's not the point.

Li Mumu's eyes fell on the notebook in her hand.

That book looks so familiar no matter how I look at it.

Wang Yunxiao you...

Wang Yunxiao's forehead was covered with sweat. He held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead. He said sternly, "Ms. Uesugi, is that notebook of yours your personal property? It looked familiar to me just now."

"You mean this? That's not it, Wang Sang."

The little witch shook her head and said, "When I came here, I happened to meet a friend who was about to return home. This was a gift from him. He told me that this notebook is a Western magic item that can predict the future and tell good and bad luck. If I have any questions, I can also write them down in the notebook and get some answers..."

"Ito Hideaki?"

"Yes! You guys know Wang Sang!"

When the little witch heard this, she immediately became excited.

"We are somewhat acquainted, but not very familiar with each other."

It refers to the kind of friendship where one would draw knives and beat each other to death.

Feeling the knife in Li Mumu's eyes gradually disappear, Wang Yunxiao wiped a cold sweat in his heart and continued, "Western magic items are generally not very reliable. You'd better not rely on them too much. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. If it's not convenient, you can ask her. Let me introduce you. This is the chief surgeon of the Special Service Bureau Nursing Hospital. You can just call her Doctor Li."

"Okay! Hello, Doctor Li!"

The little witch was even happier after meeting new friends.

"Hello."

Although I'm glad that you're so polite, as an adult you shouldn't call me sister.

Seeing that the child seemed innocent, Li Mumu couldn't help but be curious and turned to ask, "I saw you wrote so many words in the notebook, what did you write?"

"Oh, these are all the suggestions and advices everyone gave me. Some from Ito-san, some from the section chief, and some from Wang-san. I'll write them down."

The little witch held the notebook and began to read.

"First, don't claim to be a shrine maiden when you go out. If you see someone speaking Fuso, be alert regardless of whether they have tattoos on their faces..."

After listening to her reading this, Li Mumu suddenly remembered something: "Why don't you have any tattoos on your face?"

"Yes! Here, look!"

The little witch came closer, pushed aside her bangs, revealing a pink petal-shaped mark in the middle of her forehead.

It's a bit like the Tang people's flower-shaped makeup.

"Eh? Why is your tattoo so beautiful?"

When Li Mumu returned to China, he passed through Edo and saw many Japanese women in Edo Port. The tattoos on their faces were all long, pitch-black lines, which they called "dragon patterns."

It's completely different from this.

"This is a special reward from the Lord for my good performance!"

The little witch was very proud.

"Each divine priestess has a different dragon tattoo. Actually, as divine servants, we don't need tattoos, but considering that it may cause misunderstandings among those who don't know the inside story, we still keep it!"

"Oh...I see."

Li Mumu thought to herself that she had really broadened her horizons.

The divine priestess, isn’t that the one favored by God, my principal?
The first generation of seniors and hardcore bosses who opened the server.

"Sit still and don't move."

"Oh, okay!"

The little witch sat back and continued to reveal her own secrets.

"Second, there is no shrine in Tianmen, so there is no need to do morning prayers. There are no foxes in the city, so don't feed them fried tofu if you see one. Don't mistake a big black-haired rat for a fox..."

"Third, when you meet a local woman, no matter how old she is, call her sister."

“Fourth, Tianmen’s pancakes are salty.”

"Fifth, stay away from women wearing red and local nuns. If you must come into contact with them, you must address them as sisters in Chinese."

"Seventh, do not use Fusang etiquette when dining out, do not overeat, and do not drink."

"Eighth, Yagyu Dojo is not a serious place, don't go there."

"Ninth, the prices in Tianmen are high. You can't spend money recklessly. You can't borrow money and beg to embarrass the Lord God..."

Wang Yunxiao and Li Mumu looked at each other in silence.

Has this child really never been down the mountain?
The little witch Balabala finished reading her notes and looked up with curiosity: "Wang Sang, Wang Sang, what exactly is the Yagyu Dojo? Why do you say it is an improper place?" "Hmm..."

Wang Yunxiao considered his words in his mind and said, "I haven't been there, but I heard that it is a place that teaches Fuso Kendo, but they also do some shady gray business in private."

"Oh, that's it."

The little witch suddenly realized: "I thought it was that kind of place."

What kind of place?
Li Mumu glanced at the little witch who was either pretending to be stupid or really stupid, and said softly to Wang Yunxiao: "Let's go to Nanshi Street first and buy her two sets of winter clothes."

"No need! I can endure this little bit of cold!"

The little witch quickly refused.

"But if you go out wearing this outfit, you will attract a lot of attention, because we don't have any witches here."

"Oh... okay, but my budget is limited, so I'll just buy the cheapest one."

"Since this is our first meeting, consider it my gift to you."

"How can that be possible! Doctor Li, I cannot accept such a precious favor from you!"

"You can ask the Lord God for advice. If the Lord God agrees, then it will be fine, right?"

"How can I ask the Lord God for such a small matter?"

"I'm a doctor. Did you write in your notebook that you should listen to the doctor's advice when you go out? If you come to me again because you catch a cold because you didn't dress properly, I will prescribe the most bitter Chinese medicine for you."

Li Mumu's threat was effective immediately, and the little witch became obedient in an instant.

Wang Yunxiao drove silently, not daring to say a word.

The car drove to Nanshi Street, and Li Mumu took the little witch into the department store she often visited. When they came out a while later, the little witch had put on a large flowered cotton jacket that looked particularly thick, and she instantly turned from a noble witch into a country girl.

"Since we are here, let's go to Judelou for hotpot at noon."

"It's all up to you."

Wang Yunxiao had no objection.

Hotpot in the north is actually mutton cooked in a copper pot over charcoal fire. Many southerners cannot get used to it and think that red oil hotpot is better.

This is actually a regional issue.

When the weather in the north gets cold, the northwest wind blows like a knife on your face, the snow piles up two feet thick in front of your door, and hailstorms fall from the sky that can smash your head. At that time, you will know that no matter how much chili you eat, it will not help.

It has to be fatty lamb with sesame paste to store enough calories.

While the little witch was packing her luggage in the back of the car, Li Mumu put her hands in her pockets and moved closer to Wang Yunxiao, humming softly.

"Wang Sang, how shady a place is the Yagyu Dojo?"

"I've really never been there, but it's the kind of place you think it is."

Wang Yunxiao lowered his voice and said, "I heard that when the Japanese opened a dojo in the city, they did teach kendo at first, but later found that there was no business, so they slowly started to change their business. They lured young women from Japan to come here, under the guise of practicing martial arts, wearing kendo uniforms, and providing special services."

"Neither the Red Lantern Society nor the Forward Church cares?"

"I can't control it. They all volunteered."

"Didn't you say you were lured here?"

"After I was tricked into coming here, I found that life here is much better than over there, so I basically don't want to go back."

"The police don't care about this kind of business?"

"The situation in the Haibin District is quite complicated. Who knows what's going on. I think this is the main reason why the leaders of the bureau asked me to take her back to Nantong. If I let her stay in the Haibin District, she might be deceived by her fellow villagers and go astray at any time."

Wang Yunxiao actually had one more thing to say.

Although Fuso has now been conquered and incorporated into the empire, and some Fuso people have been granted formal national treatment, the grievances accumulated between the two countries over the past few hundred years are not so easy to eliminate.

Especially for an extremely xenophobic organization like the Red Lantern Society, they don't even consider the Japanese as human beings, and they don't care whether you sell or not? It's good enough that they don't catch these foreign women and throw them into pig cages, there's no way they can save them.

"I've packed up here!"

The little witch wrapped up as a pig came over and bowed: "In order to repay the kindness of my two brothers and sisters, please let me pay for this lunch!"

This child... No, he is just short, but he is actually an adult. This young lady has no idea about the price level of Nanshi Street.

Wang Yunxiao now has some money in his pocket, but he usually doesn't dare to visit places like this, let alone pay for Miss Li here.

Li Mumu laughed and didn't say much.

I walked into the famous Judelou on Nanshi Street and called the waiter to light the charcoal copper pot.

Four cold dishes were served on the table. The little witch looked at the sesame sauce in her hand and the pickled radish with sugar garlic in front of her, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Excuse me, is there any rice..."

"It's ridiculous to come here without eating rice."

Li Mumu saw that she had never seen such a scene before and used sesame paste as a staple food, so she kindly explained to her: "Wait a while until the freshly cut mutton is served and cooked in the pot, then you can eat it with this sesame paste."

"what……"

"Do you know what a sheep is?"

"I know! It's adzuki beans! I've eaten yokan!"

I knew it……

Li Mumu, who had been to Edo Port and learned about the living standards there, couldn't help but cover his face and sigh.

This kid has really never come out of the mountains.

Sure enough, when the mutton was served, the little witch's eyes widened instantly.

“This is pork sashimi!”

"It's mutton. Sheep is different from pigs."

Wang Yunxiao picked up a plate of mutton and poured it directly into the pot. The little witch gasped.

“Can’t we just eat it?”

"No, you have to eat the way I eat."

Wang Yunxiao demonstrated it to her personally with a stern face.

Then he and Li Mumu watched the little witch silently as she began to devour the food.

What should I say...

It feels like watching an anti-Japanese drama, where the devils are treated to braised pork and steamed buns.

There is a hell joke in later generations, saying why the foxes in Fusang only like to eat fried tofu and not chicken? Because even the Japanese devils in Fusang have never seen what a chicken looks like, and the first thing they do when they go to the countryside to raid is to catch chickens.

Li Mumu only ate two bites of the mutton and gave the rest to the little witch. When she regained consciousness while holding her stomach, she saw Wang Yunxiao picking up another plate of mutton and pouring it into the pot, and immediately let out a shameful cry.

"Wait... Wang Sang, how much is a plate of meat?"

(End of this chapter)