Exorcism Concubine: Miss Seven Against the Heavens

Chapter 4 The Talking Mouse
Yang Mengyuan came here for three days, and the wound on her chest has healed, leaving only a light pink mark, hidden in her clothes, no one can see it, and she doesn't think it's a big deal.

In the past three days, she used the reason of amnesia to roughly understand the world and the former owner of her body, and finally came to a conclusion.

First, she had to reform herself, but she had to choose to keep a low profile beforehand. She didn't want the same thing like the previous three nights to happen again.

Second, she wants to learn magic. In this magical world where the jungle preys on the weak, it is necessary to have powerful magic. The strong are respected. Only when you are strong, people in this world will affirm you and recognize you.

Although the previous owner of this body does not have magical attributes, it does not mean that she does not have it. You must find an opportunity to test your fighting spirit. Maybe this body itself does not have magical attributes, but it does not mean that her soul from the 21st century also has magic Attributes.

A remote courtyard.

At noon, the sky was clear.

Under the bright sun, she doesn't feel hot. Every time the sun shines through the gaps in the shade of the trees and falls on Meng Yuan's light pink skirt, her crystal clear skin looks even more translucent under the sun.

Although Miss Yang Jiaqi has exactly the same appearance as her, she is much weaker than her in every aspect. This body is more delicate than before. Fortunately, all the things she practiced before are still in her mind.

Judo, Taekwondo, fencing, etc. are all engraved in her heart, but this body is too delicate, and after several swings, she is panting badly, and her body can't take it anymore. She has to stop and rest for half an hour, which makes her very unhappy.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, without any magical fighting spirit, she must practice her physical skills well. If she wants to be strong, she must first make herself strong.

With this level of cognition, Yang Mengyuan worked even harder to review the previous moves and movements. She had to practice physical skills first, and her body was really too weak.

"Oh! Miss, the injury on your body is just right, why did it come out." Holding the snack tray in her hand, Xiaoyue walked worriedly towards Yang Mengyuan who had just punched in the courtyard.

Yang Mengyuan wiped off her sweat, and her small face blushed under the sun, "Xiaoyue, it's okay, I just came out to exercise."

Miss, why did she suddenly think of exercising?Didn't the lady hate doing sports before? Xiaoyue looked at Mengyuan suspiciously. Since the lady woke up, her whole body has become sunny and cheerful. However, no matter what, she is the kindest lady in her heart .

"Miss, come over and have a taste of the pastries! This servant went to the kitchen to make it for you." Xiaoyue placed the pastry plate on the stone table in the courtyard, lifted the cover, and a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted out of her nostrils, which aroused her. appetite.

"It smells so good." Yang Mengyuan just finished practicing boxing, and she happened to be a little hungry, so she sat on the stone bench without pretense, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth, "Xiaoyue, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made is really delicious. "

Seeing the young lady eating happily, Xiaoyue was very happy. However, since the young lady woke up, her actions have become more casual than before. Although it is not rude, it is too casual. After all, she is a lady. Seeing that they were going to gossip again, these etiquette ladies used to pay great attention to it, and Meng Yuan, who was having a good meal, didn't realize it.

However, this is a secluded courtyard, except those young masters and misses who occasionally come to bully her, who would come to see her?
Xiaoyue looked at the young lady who was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and eating slowly, she couldn't help feeling pity in her heart.

"Xiaoyue, don't stand there, come and sit down too, try this sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's delicious." Yang Mengyuan raised the half-eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand and signaled Xiaoyue who was standing aside to come and sit down.

Shocked and flattered, Xiaoyue waved her hands hastily, "Miss, no, it's not good to be seen by others." Usually, the lady has a good temper and is approachable, but the two are master-servant after all. She is a favorite, but after all, she is still the seventh lady of the Yang family, so it would be bad to be talked about by others.

Yang Mengyuan pursed her lips in displeasure, "Xiaoyue, what are you afraid of, anyway, no one will come here." She has been here for three days, except for the young masters and young ladies she saw when she woke up, she has never seen anyone else In and out here.

She is not stupid, although Xiaoyue did not say it clearly, but she also knows that she is an unfavored lady, but this suits her, it is better if no one disturbs her, then she can do what she wants without any restraint thing.

"Miss, this servant doesn't dare to deviate, you'd better let the maidservant go!"

Seeing Xiaoyue insisting, Yang Mengyuan didn't try to force her, she just raised her eyes to look at her, then lowered her eyes and silently ate the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand.

The night is low, and the red lanterns are hung high.

Yang Mengyuan leaned against the window, looking at the bright red lantern swaying by the wind, with a slightly melancholy expression on her face.

"Miss, it's getting late, let's go to bed early!" Xiaoyue arranged the mattress and walked forward. She found that after waking up, the young lady would face the big red lantern outside the door every night. Isn't it just an ordinary lantern?What catches your eyes?

"Well! Xiaoyue, you go down first! I'll be asleep in a while."

"Yes."

Yang Mengyuan retreated from the little moon, leaning quietly in front of the window alone, looking up at the sky, the moon quietly shed a halo, faintly illuminating the entire courtyard.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind picked up and a slight chill hit. Yang Mengyuan, who was leaning against the window, stretched out her hand to close the window, turned around, and heard a scream of "chirp" from under her feet.

Yang Mengyuan lifted her foot subconsciously, a small pile of ink fell on the floor and the embroidered shoes were also stuck a little, and a little mouse was jumping next to her.

Seeing this, Yang Mengyuan was almost taken aback.

The little mouse, like a little mouse that just got up after falling from the ink tank, dragged the half-cut tail and kept turning around, and kept "chirping". squirt.

Yang Mengyuan took a step back subconsciously, staring vigilantly at the little mouse with its half-tailed tail that could spray ink. The clean floor was left with ink marks all over the floor under the little mouse's scurrying.

"Oh! It hurts to death, it hurts to death." Through the weak candlelight, she clearly saw the little mouse staring at herself with two bulging eyes, and she also clearly heard The little mouse cried out in pain.

Rats can talk?Hearing hallucinations, did she just hallucinate?

"Oops! My tail, damn human, stepped on my tail again." Just when Yang Mengyuan thought she was hallucinating, the little mouse roared again.

This roar woke Yang Mengyuan up completely. She squinted her almond eyes, looked down at the corner where the little mouse was, and asked in disbelief, "Did you just talk?"

what!Is this human being asking me?Can she understand me?
The little mouse stared at Yang Mengyuan's two bulging eyes and turned to surprise, pointing its two furry paws at its own nose, "Hey! You can understand what I'm saying."

Yang Mengyuan nodded, she thought this world was so amazing, even mice could talk, so could other cockroaches and snakes also be able to?
Thinking of this, Yang Mengyuan couldn't help frowning. (Author: Actually, I am most afraid of mice, and Yang Mengyuan is most afraid of cockroaches, hehe.)
"Can you really hear me?" The little mouse obviously didn't believe it, and asked again, with its two little paws dangling back and forth.

In order to confirm that she could really hear what it said, Yang Mengyuan repeated what the little mouse said, "You asked me if I could really hear you, and I did."

(End of this chapter)