Chapter 31: Clear Breeze and Bright Moon, Fat and Thin Immortal Children

Chapter 31: Clear Breeze and Bright Moon × Fat and Thin Immortal Children √

What "Bright Moon Ancestor"? I'm more like the Bodhi Patriarch.

You're using two apples to pretend they're Ginseng Fruits? Do you think I've lost my IQ just because I'm dating you, that I'd play along with such a boring trick?

"Alright, Bright Moon Ancestor!"

Hearing this, Yuan Meng tilted her head back, her round little face filled with the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

No joke, this was his God of Wealth! What was the harm in calling her Bright Moon Ancestor? If this were Zhang Wei, he'd probably want to call her "Lady Foster Mother."

"Mmm~~ Good boy, here's a reward!"

As she spoke, Yuan Meng tossed over two bananas.

Lin Mo:...

"Wait, why are you giving me bananas? I'm not Fu Hang. And besides, where the hell are you pulling all this stuff from?"

Yuan Meng wasn't carrying a backpack, nor did she have any bags in her hands. She simply reached her hand behind her back, and out came two massive apples; she reached again, and out came two bananas. Just like Watari from *Looney Tunes*, she kept her small hands behind her back and produced whatever she wanted.

"My master is Zhenyuanzi, so of course I've mastered the 'Universe in a Sleeve.' Look!" Saying this, Yuan Meng reached behind her back again, grabbed something forcefully, and then, under Lin Mo's shocked gaze, pulled out an extra-large cold drink with a straw sticking out of it.

"Huh? Is... is this even right?"

Lin Mo stood up and circled around Yuan Meng, but he truly couldn't find any pockets. Her skirt didn't look bulky either.

Seeing her relaxed and effortless manner, he couldn't help but think of a crosstalk performer pulling a baseball bat from under his long robe. Lin Mo gave her a thumbs up and said

"God Yuan, you are truly gifted!"

This was actually the difference between men and women. A man would never think about how much storage space some girls' skirts actually have.

Never mind the long skirt Yuan Meng was wearing now; even a JK mini-skirt has an absurd amount of storage space without looking bulky.

"Of course! I am the Bright Moon Ancestor, after all!" She said, holding her cold drink with both hands and taking a delicious, large gulp.

"By the way, Sister Yuan, what made you decide to dress up like this today?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

It wasn't that she didn't look good. After all, Miss Yuan was a top-tier player in the "Rich Loli" category. As long as she didn't wear anything overly sexy, she looked good regardless; the "Bright Moon Child" look was certainly no exception.

But what normal person wears this to work? Even wearing a traditional Chinese-style dress would be normal, especially since the "Gu Feng" style has been trending lately, particularly among girls.

"Sigh, I went to a comic convention yesterday. I wore this outfit and was the center of attention the whole time. I liked it so much I decided to wear it again today," Yuan Meng said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"A comic convention?" Lin Mo didn't quite understand. He continued, "You're already a rich woman, and you still do cosplay?"

"It's a hobby, okay? Who says being rich means you can't like cosplay? In our cosplay circle, plenty of people come from wealthy families. Who says we have to go out and make money? We're mainly here to make ourselves happy!" Yuan Meng gave him a disdainful look.

Lin Mo thought about it and realized she was right. Wealth and hobbies aren't mutually exclusive; there are people who drive sports cars to deliver takeout just to experience life.

"Sister Yuan, what other characters have you cosplayed?" Lin Mo asked curiously.

This question hit the mark. Yuan Meng sat down, pulled her phone from behind her back, and opened her photo album, which was filled with her past cosplay works.

If he hadn't looked, he wouldn't have known, but seeing them was a shock. It had to be said that Yuan Meng was a natural-born loli cosplayer. Whether it was Angela, Klee, Konata-chan, or the Platelets from *Cells at Work*...

She portrayed every character so vividly, it was as if they had stepped straight out of the 2D world.

"How is it? Isn't it beautiful? If you like it, I'll take you with me next time. With your looks, we could cosplay as a couple!" Yuan Meng said proudly. At the same time, she thought taking him along might actually be a good idea; after all, the "little black dog" had evolved and was definitely quite handsome.

Hearing this, Lin Mo frowned and said, "It's not impossible, but if I do it, I want to cosplay Zhao Yun..."

"No problem! Then I'll cosplay Diaochan. In *Honor of Kings*, Zhao Yun and Diaochan are a couple!" Yuan Meng said happily.

"That's not necessary. Can you change to someone else?"

"Change to someone else? Who?"

"Um, you cosplay the Battle of Changban!"

Yuan Meng:...

"You motherf—... You really want to stab me. I'm going to beat you to death!"

With that, the eldest Miss Yuan pulled an egg crepe from the back of her skirt and slapped it directly onto his face.

It had to be said, this skirt was truly excellent—it had food and drink.

Three minutes later, Lin Mo finished the egg crepe and wolfed down a banana. For the first time, he realized that "pie falling from the sky" was actually real.

"Oi! Since you ate my food, you belong to me now. Here, change into this. From now on, you are the Clear Breeze Ancestor!"

Seeing Lin Mo finish his breakfast, Yuan Meng tossed over a bag from who-knows-where. Inside was a light purple "Clear Breeze Ancestor" costume.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo reached for his throat, wanting to gag himself.

"Even if you just pooped it out, you're still wearing it for me!" Yuan Meng declared.

At this, Lin Mo simply gave up: "I don't want to. At worst, I'll buy you one. Ten of them, even. If you force me to wear this, you're asking for death!"

"You really won't wear it?"

"I won't!"

"What a pity. I was thinking, if you wore it, I'd give you a massive red envelope of ten thousand yuan!"

Lin Mo remained unmoved. That price might have worked in the past, but it could no longer buy his noble soul.

"Why don't you go ask Zhang Wei? I think he'll agree."

With a roll of her eyes, Lin Mo transformed into a "Idea King" and came up with a brilliant suggestion.

"That's right! How could I forget Fatty? Great idea!"

With that, Yuan Meng swept up the remaining bananas and apples in front of him, grabbed her bag, and walked away without looking back, as if she had made a solemn resolution.

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Firstly, he could work in peace; secondly, he had no idea how to explain being played by Liu Ruyan, and if Yuan Meng found out, she would definitely lose her mind.

On the other side, Yuan Meng's drama was being reenacted once again in front of Zhang Wei.

Time flew by to noon. Lin Mo was eating claypot rice when two figures—one large and one small, one purple and one green—suddenly appeared before him.

"Pfft, hahaha! Brother Wei, how did she convince you? Did she find some dirt on you, or did God Yuan offer a price you couldn't refuse?"

o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓

At this moment, Zhang Wei was dressed as the Clear Breeze Child, wearing a wig on his head. The clothes were a bit small, leaving his hairy shins exposed, making him look utterly ridiculous.

Facing the customers coming and going in the shop, he used his sleeves to desperately cover his face.

Seeing this, Yuan Meng gave him a kick: "Ahem, say something! Or do you want me to cancel the final payment?"

"How dare you! Call me Clear Breeze Ancestor!" Zhang Wei's face was bright red as he stammered.

By now, Lin Mo was laughing so hard he was out of breath. Pointing at the two of them, he couldn't help but blurt out

"Have you two seen *The Living Buddha Ji Gong*? The Fat and Thin Immortal Children! Hahaha!"

Zhang Wei:...

Yuan Meng: _(`」∠)_

(End of Chapter)