You are not monster girls!

Chapter 113 Is the steamed bun you mentioned really a steamed bun?
If Lin Muran had to choose between the monster girl and the ultimate insult, she would decisively choose the former.

After all, the former at least looks like someone of the opposite sex.

"What are you doing?"

With the pressure on their arms and chest gone, the two spirit beasts, which had been restless, became unusually docile, moving their hands from Lin Muran's body to their tails and rubbing them silently.

Sensing the sudden silence, the eel inside the incense burner formed three question marks with its body.

"At least you're a normal mortal."

Bai Mengqing slapped Lin Muran's thigh hard, turned her face to the other side, and seeing that Lin Muran did not resist, she also pinched it twice like Xia Li.

It feels really good; no wonder Xia Li likes to put it on all the time.
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Lin Muran cried out in pain, and was about to retaliate when she realized that Little Green Claw's movement was now completely synchronized with Brother Jie's.

He discovered that, starting at some point, these two spirit beasts, just like Brother Jie, would touch them every now and then, and their methods were particularly perverse—pinching, pushing, rubbing, pounding, and bumping them, leaving no stone unturned.

Tip: Be wary when a monster touches you inappropriately; it either wants to eat you or wants to "eat" you.

Lin Muran did not understand the specific physiological structure of dragons and roars.

But spirit beasts are not demon beasts. Not to mention Xia Li, Bai Mengqing doesn't even know whether she was born from an egg or a womb, so it's obvious that she was conceived and nurtured by heaven and earth.

The desire to reproduce could be drawn from mythical beasts or immortal species, and he subconsciously ruled out the latter.

Looks like I'll have to buy more meat when I go grocery shopping.
"Uh, dragons are very strong. I was afraid I hurt you just now, so I'm rubbing it for you."

Bai Mengqing realized that her behavior was inappropriate, and while making excuses, she quickly pulled her little green claw back.

Then you can just not take the picture.
Lin Muran silently complained in his heart that Bai Mengqing's slaps hurt not because of her strength, but because of the reversed arrangement of blue scales on her hands.

"Even if the eldest brother becomes the eldest sister, Emperor Roar will remain the younger brother without wavering," he said.

Unlike Bai Mengqing, Xia Li did not pull her hand back, but continued to place her claws on it.

"Are you implying that I like men?"

"This is based on the premise that the eldest brother tacitly approves of liking women," Emperor Roar explained very patiently.

Something doesn't sound right.

"Don't worry, brother. Emperor Roar will help you correct this," he said.

Xia Li's tone remained unchanged, but the pressure on her hand increased, like a silent threat.

Not only Lin Muran was sweating, but even Manbo next to him started to drip ink.

"Um, Lin Muran, what do you mortals usually talk about in normal text chat? Could you tell me?"

Bai Mengqing had a feeling that if the conversation continued, it would eventually turn to her, so she quickly stopped and awkwardly changed the subject, holding her phone back up to Lin Muran's face.

"I usually post some nice pictures or answer news questions, unless one of us has a specific topic to discuss."

Lin Muran explained to Bai Mengqing and reluctantly picked out a non-defense thesis from his group chats and forwarded it to Bai Mengqing.

The content is very simple; it's just a single sentence that uses grammar to its fullest extent.

It explains why Chinese people can't resist steamed buns because they have an innate love for carbohydrates, and why they feel dizzy after making steamed buns.

It wasn't that he didn't want to post normal pictures, but rather that none of the other members in the QQ group had posted any normal ones, so this was the only relatively decent picture he could pick out.

Anyway, these two spirit beasts are incomprehensible, so we can just treat it as a normal chat screenshot.

"Xia Li, why did you suddenly pull down your waistband?"

Bai Mengqing had just zoomed in on the picture and hadn't even had time to think about what to say when she saw Xia Li on the other side tilting her head and pulling open her skirt to look inside.

"Standard confirmed." Emperor Roar said to the ingredients with relief. Xia Li's tail and the eel wave swayed in sync.

"Standards? What standards?"

"Ingredient Symbol"

"Uh, you don't need to understand this." Lin Muran gently rubbed Xia Li's head with one hand, telling her not to say anything so provocative.

He didn't expect Xia Li to understand the meaning of the picture so quickly. Luckily, Xia Li, who was wearing sunglasses, didn't show any emotion, otherwise, if the influence on the dragon were to affect it, it would definitely cause a ruckus.

"Steamed buns. Lin Muran, do you like them?"

Bai Mengqing, who was already used to not understanding Xia Li's speech, thought for a long time but still couldn't understand why Lin Muran would send her this kind of information.

I don't find it as interesting as study materials.
"My brother definitely will."

"Everyone liked it, and everyone did it."

Lin Muran quickly covered Xia Li's mouth. Some things are better left unsaid; saying them aloud would make someone a pervert.

Why did Lin Muran suddenly send me steamed buns? Is she implying that I should eat steamed buns tomorrow morning?
But the steamed buns really didn't taste good.
"Oh, actually, I think eating steamed buns on their own is just so-so."

Bai Mengqing felt that the steamed bun was still a bit too bland, and the taste was even more strange when eaten with spicy strips. She felt that it was only barely edible when dipped in the oil of the spicy strips.

"I think so too. When we friends don't have anything to talk about, we usually send these kinds of messages that seem interesting to pass the time."

Seeing that Bai Mengqing wasn't interested, Lin Muran quickly changed the subject to end this tedious discussion.

"What's so interesting about steamed buns?"

"Give examples, give examples."

"From an aesthetic point of view, I actually think it's alright," Dihou said.

Is that something you should be saying?

Lin Muran changed from kneading to tapping this time. He knew Xia Li spoke bluntly, but this had clearly gone beyond the realm of bluntness and entered the realm of perversion.

If this continues unchecked, the impact on the dragon will be immeasurable.

He felt it was necessary to teach Xia Li what it meant for a spirit beast to have some self-restraint, and to clear out the excessive amount of lewd thoughts from her mind.

That way, I won't have to deal with some self-proclaimed master coming to settle scores with me someday.

The sect's guardian spirit beast, Qingxiaoling, betrayed the sect and joined Heyouqian Sect; he shouldn't take the blame for that.

"I always felt that the steamed buns you and Xia Li were talking about weren't the same thing I was thinking of."

"Corrections, from the perspective of graphics and literature, belong to the same category," Emperor Roar said very meticulously.

Bai Mengqing was completely confused and could only nod repeatedly, afraid that the more she spoke, the more she would appear like an idiot.

In that world, ordinary people also eat steamed buns. To her, steamed buns are just a way to fill one's stomach, nothing special.

But after arriving in the Upper Realm, she never expected that there could be so many intricacies hidden within a simple steamed bun.

In front of Lin Muran, Bai Mengqing had to maintain the image of a dragon with superb comprehension, so she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she kept the question to herself and planned to ask Xia Li privately later.

Although she was his natural enemy, she was quite knowledgeable. Even when playing with the cat's paws, there were many things he didn't understand that Xia Li had to explain.

Mantou didn't quite understand, but at least Bai Mengqing figured out what she should send Lin Muran normally—anything that she found interesting was fine.

However, his chat channel only had Lin Muran, and there was no group, so he couldn't share study materials like Lin Muran did.
If I don't send a message, then this special attention is meaningless!

Bai Mengqing frowned as she stared at the chat window that contained only one picture, but a glance out of the corner of her eye revealed a scene that instantly made her see the light.

The eel wave was no longer in the shape of a swaying eel, but had transformed into the shape of a tomato tree, with dark green buns growing on its branches.

What's puzzling is that these steamed buns all have cracks that look like they've been pixelated, and the exact reason for this is unknown.

Lin Muran remained silent with a dark expression, while Xia Li moved to the coffee table, observing him and occasionally adjusting her sunglasses.

"By the way, Lin Muran, how do you take pictures with a phone? You know, that technique called 'taking a photo'?" Bai Mengqing immediately thought of the real-life landscape photos on the computer. If she didn't have any pictures to send to Lin Muran, she could just take them herself.

Eel Wave is, after all, a painting creation that inherited one-hundred-millionth of the dragon clan's secret technique. Wouldn't it be much more interesting to take a picture of something interesting and send it to Lin Muran than that steamed bun?
We've finally gotten out of the steamed bun mess.

Hearing that Bai Mengqing asked him to teach her how to take photos, Lin Muran breathed a sigh of relief and explained in detail the operation of the camera in QQ and WeChat, as well as the basic camera shooting on the phone.

Although the dragon listened with a confident nod and sway, unfortunately, it immediately started babbling "Aba aba" when it got its hands on the object.

Even Xia Li, who was sitting next to him, took the first photo of her spirit beast life using Lin Muran's phone.

Although the focus was off and the photos were blurry like they were from too many consecutive shots, at least I learned how to operate it.

"Tap wherever you want to take a picture, then press the circle below. You can ignore these small icons."

Seeing that Bai Mengqing still didn't understand, Lin Muran could only teach her step by step, holding her little hand and guiding her through the process.

He gently stroked the delicate scales between his fingers and inhaled the faint bamboo scent emanating from the dragon. This was a rare moment of relaxation for him, a kind of compensation for his work injury.

"Then why is it here?"

"That's for professionals."

"Then why not buy that thing called a camera? Cell phones aren't just for taking pictures."

Cameras are a common sight in pornography and butter, so Bai Mengqing naturally recognized them. However, she didn't understand why, if she wanted professionalism, she wouldn't choose a camera but instead opted for a phone that was mediocre in every aspect.

"Because photography can impoverish three generations."

"A DSLR camera can ruin your life," Dihou added.

Lin Muran didn't include the mirrorless camera in his calculations. After all, this dragon was essentially a human camera, so learning some composition techniques was enough; there was no need to understand the machine itself.

"What a terrifying curse." Bai Mengqing's tail trembled uncontrollably.

If Lin Muran was a poor first generation, then after three generations, wouldn't he be unable to afford even spicy strips?
Just take a picture with your phone.

Bai Mengqing initially thought the giant cannon at the comic convention was quite imposing, but now, thinking about it, she felt nothing but pity.

She pointed the camera at the eel that had turned into a steamed bun, held the phone in her left hand, and pressed the white circle at the bottom with trembling right hand.

Click~
The image flashed, then shrunk to a cube and entered the adjacent photo album as a thumbnail.

Upon hearing the sound effect, Bai Mengqing blinked and began to wag her tail left and right, taking several more pictures of the steamed eel.

As she became more skilled at the operation, Bai Mengqing not only began to adjust her own position, but even began to give commands to the eel wave to adjust the position of the crack.

After the dragon completed its full circle, Eel's bun shape was completely ruined. It slowly and leisurely reshaped back into a swaying eel, limply crawling on the edge of the incense burner, just like Yang Wei.

Caw~~~
Bai Mengqing excitedly sat back down next to Lin Muran, gently tucking her arms between her legs, resting her chin on his shoulder, and pulling up photos from the album to show them to him.

"Quick, give me your opinion on how my photos are?"

The moment it was revealed, Lin Muran's expression faltered, while Xia Li gave a thumbs-up, a strong thumbs-up.

“Very similar.” Emperor Roar praised the ingredient’s natural talent.

"It really does look very similar," Lin Muran said, looking at the AI-sharpened crack in the photo, unsure how to comment.

Originally, the ability of the eel wave to change shape is not strong. Apart from the swaying eel, the things it changes into are all blurry and indistinct.

However, after the phone's AI filter was adjusted, the mosaic was directly removed.

They went from being surprise troops to infantry.

What does "very similar" mean?

Bai Mengqing checked the photo again. It was a picture of Eel Wave, which looked exactly like the real thing. It looked like something else.
"How about we take portraits instead?" Lin Muran felt that neither the two spirit beasts nor this painted creation was serious.

"Portraits. How are portraits taken?"

Although Bai Mengqing has painted many real people, based on her observations over the past few days, there are still some differences between photographic portraits and painted portraits.

"Well, me!!"

Before Lin Muran could finish speaking, he felt his face slam into the slightly soft and warm ground. His rapidly beating heart was shaking his cheeks, and the scent of laundry detergent was irresistibly filling his nostrils.

"First, you need to arrange the ingredients in a 'two' shape, then do this, and take a picture," Dihou demonstrated to the ingredients.

Before Xia Li could finish speaking, she grabbed Lin Muran by the neck and pressed him hard against her slightly undulating mound, making a peace sign.

"It's just a photo, is it really necessary to get this close?"

"This is art; it requires setting aside personal feelings," Dihou explained to the ingredients.

"Ok."

After Bai Mengqing helped Xia Li take the photos with some skepticism, the other party finally let go of Lin Muran, came over to look at the photos, and then wagged its tail so hard it was almost smoking.

"The food photos are excellent," Dihou praised excitedly.

"Is that so?" Bai Mengqing agreed verbally, but she still felt inexplicably unhappy.

"You can also take a picture of the ingredients. Emperor Roar can teach you a whole new way to say it."

"Really?!" Bai Mengqing's vertical pupils lit up instantly.

"Really, speed!" Emperor Roar urged.

"Um, next time you're going to film, could you please let me know in advance? Ugh!"

Lin Muran rubbed her still slightly aching neck. Before she could finish complaining, she felt as if she had been in a car accident and had been hit hard on the head by the airbag.

My heartbeat seemed to be right next to my ear, and its frequency kept increasing as time went on.

"Lin Muran, don't move, it's so itchy I can barely hold my phone. Is Xia Li like this?"

Bai Mengqing pressed Lin Muran against her chest, switched her phone to selfie mode, and pointed it at Lin Muran and her pale-faced owner: "But this way, we can't really compare."

"Just lock up Big Brother's hand," Emperor Roar said, indicating that it was okay to film.

"Oh," Bai Mengqing squeezed Lin Muran's head a little more so that Ye could match the golden ratio.

A warm sensation emanated from her chest, gradually bringing a faint blush to her face, and her head felt a little throbbing.

"Ugh!!" Lin Muran struggled incessantly, feeling as if she couldn't breathe.

"3, 2, 1, eggplant!" Emperor Roar said, indicating that the food could be photographed. Xia Li made a peace sign with her hands at the very bottom.

Click~
After taking the photos, Bai Mengqing released Lin Muran, who was on the verge of suffocation, and immediately moved several steps away from him, her breathing becoming rapid.

"Haa, haa, now I know how most people who die in car accidents die," Lin Muran gasped for breath, having narrowly escaped death.

Can I put Lin Muran's photo on my lock screen?

Bai Mengqing took several deep breaths to calm her agitated emotions before approaching Lin Muran again and handing her the phone.

Lin Muran was incredibly embarrassed when he saw his face buried in the Great Thunder Temple in the photo. If he used this as his lock screen, Bai Mengqing's friends would see it and he would be completely humiliated.

He didn't want Bai Mengqing to use this photo as her lock screen, so he made an excuse, saying, "Isn't it a bit too narcissistic to use your own big head as your lock screen?"

"I like it, it's none of your business."

Bai Mengqing snorted and turned around to look at the photo of Lin Muran and herself pressed together on her phone. The corner of her mouth unconsciously changed.

(End of this chapter)