Me and My Wife Transmigrated Together!?

Chapter 24: Not so obviously childish

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The little girl didn't come every day, and most of the time she didn't bother Luo Jing.

Many times, we would just meet at the wooden cabin and then go wandering around in the mountains and forests by ourselves.

So all the wild animals in the breeding ground were tormented by her.

The fierce white-browed tiger became her mount. Luo Jing could occasionally see the little girl riding on the tiger's back and traveling through the mountains and forests.

Later, she set her eyes on a ferocious wild boar and rode on its back for a long time.

Finally, in order to show off the newly found mount, she rode the wild boar to Luo Jing's wooden house and asked Luo Jing who was on the tree.

"How is it? Isn't this mount majestic?"

Luo Jing looked down and saw that the wild boar was ten feet long, with fierce eyes and fangs pointing to the sky. It was no longer an ordinary wild beast. It was probably learned to absorb spiritual energy. In a dozen years, it might become a spirit.

It does look more majestic than the white-browed tiger.

But looking at the smug little girl on the pig's back, Luo Jing couldn't help but say, "Old people say that riding a pig will make you pee on the bed."

He was no longer as distant from this world-weary little girl as he had been at the beginning.

After spending many days together, although the two of them were not very close, they could still make some jokes with each other.

When she heard Luo Jing's reply, the smile on the little girl's face suddenly froze.

"Really?" She looked at Luo Jing suspiciously and asked, "Who told you that?"

Luo Jing spread his hands sincerely: "That's what the elders said."

Luo Jing did not lie in this statement.

In his hometown, there is indeed a saying that goes "riding a pig to urinate on the kang".

The little girl on the wild boar's back hesitated for a while, and finally glared at Luo Jing fiercely and said, "I don't believe it!"

After saying that, she patted the pig's back and drove the wild boar away.

But after that, she never rode the wild boar again.

Although she looks world-weary and mature, and not as childish as her peers, this little girl named Luo Yanyin often reveals some characteristics that are only seen at this age.

—To put it simply, it’s just not so obvious that it’s childish.

Luo Jing also completely believed that this was indeed just an eleven-year-old girl, not an old witch in the skin of a child.

After hearing Luo Jing's story about wetting the kang while riding a pig, the little girl became interested in this kind of rural anecdote.

She stopped bothering the wild beasts in the mountains and instead asked Luo Jing if he had any other interesting stories.

Luo Jing thought for a moment, then picked up some bedtime stories that he had heard from old people when he was a child and told them to Luo Yanyin, and finished the conversation perfunctorily.

To be honest, many of the bedtime stories that Luo Jing heard as a child were quite indescribable, and he didn't think Luo Yanyin would like them.

When he was a child, the bedtime stories that Luo Jing heard most were told by his grandfather. His parents rarely told him any bedtime stories.

And the bedtime stories that my grandfather told to the children in the countryside were extremely outrageous when viewed from an adult's perspective.

For example, the story of the old woman that Luo Jing remembers most clearly is the story of the old woman.

A family's parents went out, leaving only a sister and a brother at home. At this time, an "old woman" disguised as a grandmother came and asked for water first, and then pretended to be a grandmother to stay overnight.

The elder sister was smart and refused to sleep with the old woman, but the younger brother was ignorant and thought it was his grandmother, so he happily slept with the old woman.

At night, the elder sister hid under the bed, and the old woman came to look for her but couldn't find her. Then the elder sister, who was hiding under the bed, heard many terrifying conversations between her younger brother and the old woman.

Things like “Grandma, why are your teeth so long?” and “Grandma, why are your eyes glowing?”

Then the sister who was hiding under the bed felt the blood falling from the gap above and landing on her face. Her brother was being eaten by the old woman from his hands to his feet...

These bedtime stories told in rural areas can’t be said to be outrageous, they can only be said to be extremely outrageous.

Either they are bloody and scary, or they are rural themes like shit, piss and fart, or an evil elder brother and his wife robbing the property of their upright younger brother and finally getting their comeuppance.

Luo Jing picked up two of these folk stories to tell children, intending to just appease Luo Yanyin and make her lose interest.

After all, in Luo Jing's opinion, how could a magic cultivator like Luo Yanyin, who was at the level of summoning gods, be interested in such a rural story that had no fashion value at all.

But I didn't expect Luo Yanyin would like it.

A cultivator at the level of summoning gods, a disciple of the demon sect who can kill monsters and refine souls as easily as drinking water, is very fond of local folk stories.

—This is even more outrageous than the horror stories old people tell their children to put them to sleep.

On the contrary, Luo Jing later said that Luo Yanyin had little interest in the adapted versions of well-known fairy tales such as Cinderella and The Ugly Duckling.

After telling the folk stories, Luo Yanyin was not interested in fairy tales, so Luo Jing could only adapt a few familiar stories from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio and tell them to Luo Yanyin.

Every time Luo Yanyin finished listening, she would question with a look of disdain.

"It's obvious that the person who made up this story doesn't understand cultivation."

"How could a tree demon who has practiced for thousands of years be defeated by a Taoist priest who hasn't even reached the level of summoning gods..."

"A little judge in the underworld can replace a dead person's head with a living person's head? This kind of great power is difficult to achieve even for the Summoning God Realm!"

"Why is it a scholar again? The person who made up this story is actually a poor scholar, right?"

Luo Yanyin was very disdainful of the various Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio stories told by Luo Jing.

But she kept scolding him while urging Luo Jing to continue.

Sometimes I get angry after listening to a story.

"This Zhu Erdan is such a beast! If I meet him, I will slap him to death!"

"Why can't Nie Xiaoqian be with Ning Caichen? What's the difference between humans and ghosts... How can you, a disciple of the Demon Sect, say such stupid things that only immortals would say?"

"You didn't make it up? Why do I feel like you made it up... I've never heard of such a story before!"

After listening to the story, the little girl occasionally showed her moody side.

But she didn't take her anger out on Luo Jing.

Instead, he sat there cursing and raging in helplessness.

Luo Jing stood by with a helpless look on his face: "This is the story, you insist on listening to it... I don't have the ability to change the ending of the story to a happy one."

Luo Jing told the truth.

The little girl left angrily.

"I don't want to listen to it anymore! I don't want to listen to this bullshit story anymore!"

Luo Yanyin flew into the air with anger and quickly disappeared from Luo Jing's sight.

That expression of hatred seemed as if he had made up his mind to never come again.

Then within three days, she would appear outside Luo Jing's wooden house again and said to Luo Jing who was inside.

"Luo Jing! Come out and tell a story!"

Just like that, Luo Yanyin, who had found new fun, came to Luo Jing more often than before.

She comes almost every other day, and sometimes, if the story is so good, she even comes every day.

Luo Jing tried hard to recall and had almost finished telling all the stories he could. The remaining ones were all stories that had different worldviews and backgrounds and could not be told casually.

The people in the Demon Sect are full of evil, and Luo Jing doesn't want to show too much abnormality. If he tells many stories with different worldviews and backgrounds from the current world, who knows what others will think? Will it bring disaster to Luo Jing

Therefore, no matter how furious Luo Yanyin was due to his incompetence, Luo Jing always insisted on his statement.

"There really is no more, not a single new story. I've told everything I know."

The little girl glared at him and pressed him, "I don't care! You have to weave it for me! Weave it for me from the beginning!"

But Luo Jing really can't make up stories.

Luo Yanyin, who had no new stories to listen to, finally compromised and asked Luo Jing to tell the stories that had already been told once again.

And it also sounds interesting...