After Lu Yibei was seen by Ju ng wearing the Magical Girl outfit, causing so inexplicable misunderstandings, she completely fell into a state of self-imposed isolation.
In the ti from afternoon to evening, which was about three hours, she stayed upstairs alone, not saying a word, so quiet that it felt abnormal.
Lu Yibei lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, quietly thinking about sothing.
Although she was seen by Ju ng in that scene, she felt extrely embarrassed at the ti, but thinking about it afterward, it wasn't a big deal. At most, people would just think she had a strange hobby.
A strange hobby, it's not illegal, and it's not eating your rice, so why should it be discriminated against? This is my ho, and I still call the shots here.
Lu Yibei's skin was just that thick, her adaptability comparable to a cockroach. As long as she was still alive and well, nothing else was a big deal to her.
How does that saying go? A shaless person is invincible.
However, Ju ng didn't know that her seeing her wearing the Magical Girl outfit wouldn't affect her at all. This situation was actually beneficial to her. Lu Yibei thought.
In her opinion, every evening, whether there was sothing to do or not, she had to disappear for several minutes right under Ju ng's nose, which would sooner or later arouse Ju ng's suspicion.
Now, she could precisely take advantage of this matter to create an illusion of self-imposed isolation, and then she could "run away from ho" as she pleased.
But before that, perhaps, a little preparation was needed. Lu Yibei thought, narrowing her eyes slightly.
Thinking of this, she quickly got out of bed, dove into the storage room, rummaged around for a sewing kit and the guitar bag containing the mingwang statue, and busied herself.
As a child who grew up in a single-parent family with a father who was particularly rough in his lifestyle, Lu Yibei had to rely on herself for almost everything from childhood to adulthood, except for basic necessities and school fees. Her hands-on ability was not weak at all.
For her, slightly modifying the guitar bag was completely easy as pie.
Focused on modifying the mingwang statue, ti passed without her noticing. It was just past four in the afternoon, and the sunlight on the horizon had already shown signs of dusk when Lu Yibei finally completed the modification of the guitar bag.
This guitar bag, which she had taken from Su Mi, was originally quite large. There was still plenty of extra space just for storing the mingwang statue.
After Lu Yibei's ticulous modification, she added two compartnts, took the Poker Pistol and the ancestral kitchen knife, and put them inside the compartnts. It was just enough to fill the remaining space.
And so, the perfectly fine guitar bag, under Lu Yibei's modification, beca a portable arsenal against urban legend, encompassing various weapons against urban legend such as long-range, close-range, sharp weapons, and blunt weapons.
After slightly examining the modified guitar bag, Lu Yibei felt very satisfied. She rubbed the back of her head, thought for a mont, then took a drawstring bag that was originally used to hold shoes. Only then did she put on the guitar bag and pick up the ancient and simple camphor wood box containing the bamboo slips.
Before going downstairs, she glanced at the Magical Girl outfit thrown on the bedside, rolled her eyes, and said grumpily, "I say, can you still change back to your original appearance? If you can..."
Before Lu Yibei could finish speaking, the Coat flew up into the air, twisted into a ball mid-air, and quickly wriggled. With a flash of light, it returned to its original appearance as a red and white windbreaker, quietly floating down onto Lu Yibei's shoulder and affectionately rubbing against her cheek.
Now that's more like it! Lu Yibei said happily in her heart, put on the Coat, and went downstairs.
When Lu Yibei ca downstairs, with the help of the urban legend in the apartnt, Ju ng's progress in making talismans had already completed more than half.
Seeing Lu Yibei co out of her self-imposed isolation, Ju ng smiled broadly, wanting to strike up a conversation with her. However, Lu Yibei, following her original plan, coldly snorted with a poker face. With a "Whoosh!", she swept the finished talismans into the drawstring bag, sealed the opening, hung it on the guitar bag, turned around, and left without looking back.
Leaving Ju ng alone, her face full of frustration, a breath stuck in her chest, unable to breathe it out or swallow it down.
Seeing this, Eyeball stopped its work and gossiped particularly quietly to the other urban legend, "Hey, hey! What do you guys think is going on with them? Are they having a spat?"
The urban legend glanced at the gloomy-faced Ju ng and remained silent. "..."
"Speaking of which, this girl is quite sothing. In just those few seconds she went upstairs, she made Lu Yibei go into self-imposed isolation. Who do you think we should listen to in this house from now on?"
The urban legend, "..." How dare we discuss the matters of the Adults! You should shut up!
"Why is no one talking? I think we should still follow Lu Yibei steadfastly! I think she has great potential, and in the future, she will most likely be on top..."
Feeling a chill rise behind it, Eyeball's voice abruptly stopped. It twisted its body to look back, and before it could see anything clearly, it was whipped away by a barrage of vines that struck like a storm, and fainted.
Looking at Eyeball, which lay on the ground twitching like a puddle of mud, the urban legend were instantly silenced, and Ju ng's voice drifted faintly into their ears.
"It's impossible for , Ju ng, to be beneath anyone! Even if, even if there's sothing, I'll be on top, understand?" Ju ng said proudly, raising her chin.
"We understand, we all understand!" The urban legend replied in unison.
The urban legend originally didn't quite understand what the relationship between Ju ng and Lu Yibei was, but after hearing Ju ng's words, they suddenly understood.
She not only wanted to take over this apartnt, but she also wanted to sleep with the Devil Woman! This was truly... terrifying!
"It's good that you understand. Hurry up and get back to work. Don't even think about slacking off!"
...
After leaving the Jingyi Apartnt Complex, Lu Yibei did not go directly to the school's Four Gate Main Street to look for the Headless Senior. Instead, she hailed a taxi and headed straight for Peony Street.
Earlier, when Ju ng had finished making the first talisman, she had already tried shooting it with the Poker Pistol.
Perhaps because the quality of the First Light Spring Wind Curse made from peach wood was significantly larger than poker cards, the effect was not ideal. It flew out less than a ter from the muzzle before losing montum and falling softly to the ground.
However, this was no problem for Lu Yibei at all. She had already modified the guitar bag, so modifying the Poker Pistol wasn't a big deal either.
However, compared to the guitar bag which could be modified on the spot, the modification of the Poker Pistol required a little help from the old neighbors on Peony Street.
...
Having lived on Peony Street for over ten years, Lu Yibei was already intimately familiar with the layout of the entire street. Where to buy what, which alley had better scenery, and which alley saved more ti – these were like her instincts.
Around five in the afternoon, the rosy setting sun had already dyed the horizon red. The shops on Peony Street had begun to tidy up their storefronts, putting up door planks in preparation to close.
Fallen leaves drifted on the street, tourists gradually beca sparse, and the ancient street was returning to tranquility.
Passing through that ancient and picturesque archway, Lu Yibei did not delay in the slightest, heading straight for the shops of the old neighbors she had planned in her mind.
Master Chang, the 'King of Bikes' at the east entrance of the street, was a well-known repairman far and wide. As long as it was a bicycle, no matter what the problem was, he could restore it to look brand new.
Not only that, but if anyone's family had a small appliance, high heels, or a large iron pot that needed repairing, it was also easy as pie for him.
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As a child, Lu Yibei often stood in front of Master Chang's stall watching the excitent. Influenced by his almost Dao-like craftsmanship, she also picked up a few things by osmosis.
Therefore, as soon as she thought of modifying the Poker Pistol, the first person Lu Yibei thought of was Master Chang. As long as Master Chang took action, let alone modifying it, as long as there were blueprints and enough materials, building one on the spot wouldn't be a problem either.
When Lu Yibei found Master Chang, Master Chang was wiping the grease stains from his hands, preparing to close his stall. Seeing Lu Yibei arrive, he threw down his rag and slung his tool bag over his shoulder, ready to run as if he had encountered a thief.
"Master Chang, Master Chang, don't run! I'm not stealing your tires today!"
Master Chang, whose tool bag strap was grabbed by Lu Yibei, twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself, is this about stealing tires?
This was about stuffing firecrackers into the air pump, adding ghost peppers to lunchboxes, talking nonsense to passersby custors for over three hours, almost getting his stall smashed... and a series of other mischievous acts!
Lu Yibei was indeed quite mischievous as a child, and she had also inherited her Old Dad's true culinary skills. Therefore, the feelings of the old neighbors towards her mostly wavered between love and hate.
Who doesn't dislike a mischievous kid? And who doesn't like a boy who can cook?
Facing Master Chang, who had psychological trauma from her, Lu Yibei cajoled and pestered him, and even promised to personally cook a private al for Master Chang later. Only then did he reluctantly agree.
It must be said that Master Chang's craftsmanship was indeed outstanding. After Lu Yibei handed him the Poker Pistol, he only took two minutes to completely disassemble it.
After disassembling the Poker Pistol, Master Chang put on his reading glasses, examined the internal structure of the Poker Pistol, and then looked at Lu Yibei and said, "Alright, I know how to modify it. Give half an hour."
After speaking, he didn't start working. He just glanced sideways at Lu Yibei and remained silent.
Lu Yibei was completely confused by Master Chang's gaze and asked blankly, "What's wrong, Master Chang? Are you missing any materials? I'll go get them for you?"
"No!" Master Chang said with a dark face. "I can't work with you here. Go do whatever you need to do. If you have nothing to do, find a place to play by yourself! Co back in half an hour to pick it up!"
Master Chang was well aware of Lu Yibei's personality. If he let her stay here and she accidentally opened her 'chatterbox' and started talking, not to ntion half an hour, even three hours might not be enough to finish the work.
Lu Yibei, who was chased away by Master Chang, shrugged noncommittally and wisely left.
If he doesn't let her stay, she'll just leave. Anyway, there's a place she wants to go. But she still needs to clarify, she's really a good kid now! Lu Yibei thought.
...
The place Lu Yibei wanted to go was a tower located deep within Peony Street. The entire tower was built from excellent wood, using ancient mortise and tenon structures. A long ti ago, many statues of gods were enshrined inside, but those statues were all removed and burned during the Destroy the Four Olds movent.
By the ti Lu Yibei began to rember things, the tower had long been sealed off, its main door secured with several tiger-head locks. It took her a long ti to figure out a path that allowed her to climb from the outside of the tower all the way to the top floor.
Since then, the top floor of the tower, which overlooked half of Peony Street, beca her secret base.
Well, boys, they always want a similar secret base when they are young.
Lu Yibei hadn't been to the tower for a long ti. Following the path in her mory, she climbed up the outside of the ancient tower and was surprised to find that, perhaps because her limbs had grown much longer after becoming an adult, the tower, which was originally sowhat difficult to climb, was now exceptionally easy.
It only took her less than five minutes to climb from the bottom of the tower to the top floor.
Climbing over the railing and jumping into the top-floor corridor, Lu Yibei patted the dust off her body. As soon as she looked up, she saw an incredible scene.
The mottled, colorful evening clouds wove half the sky into brocade, silently casting down and spreading over the tower. This was the scenery that should be on the tower every day as evening approached.
However, on the tower today, there was a different kind of scenery.
A young girl wearing a coarse white dress sat on the edge of the tower. The magnificence of the evening clouds seed to be overshadowed and taken away by her alone.
The young girl simply sitting there added a scene to the tower.
She had a delicate and indescribably beautiful snow-white face. Her lips were not smiling, yet she was still sweet and lovely.
Her bright, spring-like eyes were like those of a newborn cub, clear yet carrying a hint of vibrant spirit. The rosy glow of the clouds reflected in her eyes, seeming to add a touch of charm and lancholy.
Just imagining her smiling appearance with her red lips slightly parted made one feel breathtaking.
At the sa ti, beneath that unforgettable beauty, she also had an impressive figure.
A slender waist, slim legs, and shoulders like carved ivory. The loose coarse white dress could not conceal the high peaks rising beneath the fabric.
What surprised Lu Yibei the most was that while her appearance was fresh and ethereal, what she was doing with her hands was exceptionally down-to-earth.
Three or four liang of beef, half a roasted chicken. She didn't use bowls, chopsticks, or even gloves. She just used her slender hands to tear off small pieces and put them into her mouth. Then, with her pink lips slightly parted, she sucked the oil from her fingertips. Finally, she picked up a large bottle of happy water beside her and glugged down about half the bottle.
Who... who is this? Lu Yibei frowned and thought, running into her secret base for a picnic, did she get my permission?!
Soone of unknown origin had trespassed into her secret base. Lu Yibei felt furious, as angry as if she had been NTR'd. For a mont, she didn't even consider that the young girl might be a Strange Tale or sothing similar.
She angrily rolled up her sleeves, just about to step forward and reason with the young girl, but saw the young girl turn around, staring at her with curious eyes, and softly asked, "Want so?"
Lu Yibei, "..."
What kind of tactic is this? Is it a provocation? Does she think I wouldn't dare to eat?
She was silent for a few seconds, rolled her eyes, walked forward boldly, squatted beside the young girl, tore off a large piece of at along with the chicken leg, and stuffed it into her mouth.
After wolfing down the chicken leg, she turned her head, grabbed a handful of beef, and haphazardly stuffed it into her mouth.
Seeing this, the young girl was stunned for a mont, her lips slightly parted. Then, with a "Pfft!", she burst out laughing.
"Hehehe, I originally felt like we had a connection when I saw you. I didn't expect you to be so interesting. If I weren't already engaged, maybe I could try dating you."
Lu Yibei used her teeth to dislodge the beef stuck between them, rolled her eyes, thinking, such a beautiful Miss, is she actually taken?
Then there's even less for us to talk about!
I wonder which bastard is so lucky!
"Oh right, my na is Nanling Yaohua. What about you?"
"My na is..."
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