Chapter 487 Mr. Mu, Xiao Suo

Land firmly.

The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting, and Ren Suo felt as if he had been transferred from Dong Chengling's home to the outside in the blink of an eye. Apart from anything else, Dong Chengling's driving skills were much more stable than before. Passenger Ren Suo said that he must give it five stars.

Good reviews.

Unlike the misty sky in Xuan Kingdom, where the sky still glows with a cheap light blue, the sky in front of Ren Suo is already bright, and the bright sunshine covers the earth like a veil, making everyone feel lazy in the slightly lower winter temperature.

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Even though it is already November, the days are gradually becoming shorter and the nights are longer in the middle latitudes of the Northern Hemisphere, but the time zone where Sakura Tokyo is located is one time zone earlier than Tianjing. It is around seven in the morning in Xuanguo, while it is eight in the morning in Tokyo

Already.

"Shh."

Qiao Muyi held down Ren Suo's shoulders and stuck her head out to look outside. Ren Suo also followed her at this time, sticking behind her to observe and see if there was any difference between this place and the game.

After a moment of recollection, he matched this place with the game screen. At that time, he guessed correctly, this was really a shrine.

Not far away, there is a vermilion "kai" torii, with stone lanterns guarding the surrounding area. The clean and solemn main hall is located on one side. The stone floor and cobblestone passage are very clean and free of any debris. The vermilion railings around the main hall are illuminated by the sun.

It's shiny, showing that someone cleans it regularly.

But Ren Suo took a quick look and didn't see the witch or the priest. Maybe he hadn't gone to work yet, or maybe he wouldn't have gone to work. After all, for a small shrine like this hidden in a residential area of ​​a big city, unless it was a special day such as a festival, the clergy would not be able to go to work.

It won't appear.

The shrine was not deserted. There were three old men in casual clothes wandering around, and they were about to leave.

Today, November 20th, is a fire sun day in Fanying. No one will delve into its true meaning, but modern times should include the meaning of "working hard". Eight o'clock in the morning is already the commuting time for many Fanying workers. Can it be done at eight in the morning?

Most of the people wandering around wearing casual clothes are 'rich Tokyoites' who are retired and have generous retirement benefits, or tourists from other places, so there is no need to be vigilant.

While Ren Suo was thinking, suddenly a flash of black flashed across his face, and the soft hair brushed against Ren Suo's nose, making his nose itchy and he quickly took two steps back.

Qiao Muyi turned her head to look at him, pulled up her hair, and said angrily: "You want to take advantage of me as soon as you arrive in a foreign country? I didn't speak just now, but Suo Zai was really rude and kept sticking to me."

Ren Suo smiled. He was in a hurry to look at the scenery and didn't notice that he was close to Qiao Muyi. He suddenly remembered something and asked: "Why did you call me Suo Zai again? Didn't you call me Ren Suo just now?"

?”

Qiao Muyi stuck out her sweet tongue and made a cute face, and snorted: "I like to call you Suo Zai, why don't you? You can also call me Sister Qiao. I don't mind being called younger anyway."

Ren Suo felt a little depressed: "If I call you Sister Qiao, I think I will vomit."

"...Oh." Qiao Muyi suppressed his smile slightly, glanced at Ren Suo and turned his head.

Ren Suo felt bad because he heard from the "listening headphones" that Qiao Muyi's current response was unhappy.

Although it is no longer a game, the main mission still exists: searching for clues and purifying dirty resentments. He does not want to ruin the arranged game plot because of his 'unintentional mistake'. After all, the current game plot is already on thin ice. If

If something goes wrong again, even with the powerful fate-correcting power of the Small World Game Console, other accidents may occur.

Other games are just bad, and it's none of his business even if something goes wrong, but this time it doesn't work. Ren Suo must fully grasp the real-life plot, so that he can hope to seize a glimmer of hope.

"I mean, how can I call Miss Qiao Muyi, who is both wise and brave, beautiful, moving and powerful, called my sister?" No one else was around now, so Ren Suo also broke the pot and leaned over and said: "

It makes it seem like we know each other very well.”

"Then we're not familiar with each other?" Qiao Muyi glanced at him.

Ren Suo hesitated for a moment, it wasn't written in the guide here: "Seven mature?"

"How mature is seven? Are you mature enough that I can call you Suo Zai?" Qiao Muyi asked with a smile.

Ren Suo hesitated for a moment, but Qiao Muyi stopped teasing him and said with a serious expression: "Okay, okay, I won't call you Suo Zai anymore."

Before Ren Suo could smile, Qiao Muyi continued: "But I won't call you Ren Suo, otherwise the people from Wuhun Palace will notice me when I chat with you, and even you will be discovered.

"

"The reason why I call you Suo Zai is because I don't want to injure you!" Qiao Muyi said sincerely.

Ren Suo raised his eyebrows, he was not stupid: "Then why did you call me that before?"

"Because it's fun, it sounds like you are my little brother." Qiao Muyi blinked, "Ah, by the way, the most important thing is, I think this title can better bring friends closer."

The most important reason must be just because it’s fun! It’s just an idea to get closer to friends!

Ren Suo no longer paid attention to this, but thought seriously: "But what you said makes sense. I can't call you Qiao Muyi. There must be many people in Fanying who can speak Xuanguo dialect. What if it's because of the name?"

The reason is exposed, and that’s too stupid.”

"Then what should we change our names?" Ren Suo looked at himself and Qiao Muyi: "Now that we can't change our pseudonyms, how about we pretend to be siblings, or pretend to be brothers and sisters?"

"Why not sisters?"

Qiao Muyi asked back and said seriously: "If you wear women's clothing, you will be foolproof. No one will definitely connect a pervert like Fan Ying in women's clothing with Ren Suo from Tianlian College."

"What you said makes sense, but I refuse." Ren Suo said.

"I don't like pretending to be brothers and sisters either." Qiao Muyi also refused.

"Why?"

"No reason."

Ren Suo looked at Qiao Muyi's eyes carefully. Qiao Muyi turned her head and snorted: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"

Ren Suo could only tell from the "listening earphones" that Qiao Muyi really didn't want to pretend to be a brother and sister. As for why, he couldn't hear more. However, this matter was not a big deal, so he took it easy and continued to ask.

: "Then let's pretend to be mother and son?"

Qiao Muyi narrowed her eyes and looked at him with a cold look. Ren Suo immediately knew that she didn't like pretending anymore, so he immediately changed to another one: "How about we be husband and wife?"

Qiao Muyi said nothing, still looking at him with narrowed eyes.

Ren Suo felt uncomfortable being stared at by her, but Qiao Muyi didn't speak. Naturally, Ren Suo couldn't hear the echo of her breasts, and he didn't know if she liked the suggestion. He thought about it, and finally said: "Forget it.

, we don’t pretend to have any impure relationship, I just call you by your name, Muyi?”

Hearing that Ren Suo gave up the option just now, Qiao Muyi breathed a sigh of relief and felt a sense of loss. I didn't say anything. Why didn't you confirm it quickly? Do you expect me to happily say, 'Okay, okay, I want to be your son.

Your mother' or 'Okay, okay, husband, I want to be your wife'?

"What's the difference between this and Qiao Muyi?" Qiao Muyi said angrily: "Muyi is not Mai, it's too iconic. My name only has three words. If you shout two words, and someone who cares hears it, it's basically

It’s like being exposed.”

Ren Suo spread his hands and said, "Then I'll call you Muzi? I heard that Fanying women like to add the word 'zi' to their names?"

"That's a matter of the old almanac. Only people 40 or 50 years ago would name them like this. It's like naming girls 'Cuihua' and 'Xiaohong' in China." Qiao Muyi also disagreed: "And I don't think so.

My surname is Li, why do you call me Muzi?"

It was so troublesome to choose a pseudonym, and Ren Suo was convinced. However, at this time, Qiao Muyi pronounced the name 'Muzi' several times, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he said: "I don't like Muzi, but Mr. Mu is pretty good.

I like this title, and I guarantee that you can’t associate it with my real name. If you usually call me Young Master, I can react immediately.”

Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu?

Without waiting for Ren Suo to have any objections to this title, Qiao Muyi looked at Ren Suo and said, "Now I can't call you Ren Suo, and you don't like me calling you Suo Zai, so I'll call you Xiao Suo."

Xiaosuo, Xiaosuo?

Ren Suo wanted to say something, but when he saw Qiao Muyi's satisfaction with the two names, he finally shut up.

He has been completely convinced by the arrangements and bad taste of the Small World Game Console. Now, as long as the Small World Game Console does not let him go to Thailand to have a sex change and become a real maid Xiao Suo, Ren Suo is grateful to it.

And Xiao Suo is better than Suo Zai, because in the dialect of Lianjiang area, "Suo Zai" is equivalent to "fool". With such a comparison, being called Xiao Suo is not unacceptable.

"By the way, do you speak Japanese?" Qiao Muyi suddenly asked.

Ren Suo shook his head: "I haven't learned anything."

Qiao Muyi: "Aren't you very familiar with Zhao Huo? I remember Zhao Huo's Japanese N1 (the highest level in the Japanese language proficiency test). I thought you would learn something if you hang out with him often..."

Ren Suo continued to shake his head: "Zhao Huo is already in his twenties. He also watches anime, plays with figurines, chases new magical girl shows, and has emotional entanglements with three women. His life is very fulfilling. In addition to eating and drinking, I

Drink, I rarely play with him."

Qiao Muyi glanced at Ren Suo. In terms of being a dead man and having emotional entanglements, are you really qualified to despise Zhao Huo?

"In this case, I have to teach you Japanese." Qiao Muyi sighed: "Because disasters have occurred frequently in Japan this month, many domestic travel agencies have urgently stopped all cherry blossom tour groups. Now there are very few mysterious people in Tokyo.

Most of the Xuanguo people who stayed here are Fanying students and Fanying staff.

Our skin color and appearance are very similar to the locals, and even if someone thinks that we are from Xuanguo, they will not notice us. There are many students studying abroad in Fanying. However, people from Xuanguo who cannot speak Japanese may not be able to fool us.

When it's time to take action, you don't have to say anything, just follow me, and don't reveal your identity as a member of the Xuan Kingdom."

Ren Suo only knew that there were disasters all over the world, but he didn't know that the disaster in Fanying was serious enough to affect the tourism industry.

No wonder the people in the Countermeasures Bureau and the Wuhun Hall wanted to kill Qiao Muyi alive. Even Fanying, a major tourist country, was greatly damaged by the disaster. I am afraid that all countries were devastated by the disaster during this period.

Qiao Muyi looked at Ren Suo again and said: "Although we have already come to Tokyo from Xuan Kingdom, according to what you said, this time it is a joint pursuit by all the large extraordinary forces of the Countermeasures Bureau, the Warden, the Wuhun Hall Wizard Council, and they are estimated to have

Domestic forces will soon be used to try to find my traces.

But unlike me, they didn't look for you, Xiaosuo. And you, a Xuanguo monk, suddenly appeared here in Tokyo. If you are noticed, it will be difficult to explain when you return to China. You might as well cover it up a little and pretend to be with me.

Not familiar.
To be continued...