Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me-Chapter 776 - 775: Falling Out of Favor in Front of a Monkey

Chapter 776: Chapter 775: Falling Out of Favor in Front of a Monkey

Mianmian took out the medicine from her little bag and applied it to Chu Ye, comforting him as she did, "When learning things, it’s always like this. Mianmian also always got hurt when learning carving."

The medicine was so effective that it healed Chu Ye’s wound completely in no time.

Chu Ye once again marveled at the miracles of cultivators and decided to try harder, to learn the things his father did quicker, and then to learn things like Mianmian.

"But the carving you’re learning seems different from Mianmian’s, doesn’t it?"

Chu Ye nodded, "Yes, ours is different."

"Then show me yours, I also want to learn to make necklaces, so I can give one to my mom. My mom really loves beautiful jewelry!" It was precisely because his mom loved them that he had so many gems.

A mild expression covered Chu Ye’s face, but the joy in his eyes couldn’t deceive anyone.

He nodded, "Okay, then I’ll take you to our engraving machine at home, you haven’t been to my house yet."

Indeed, that was the case!

Mianmian, thinking back to the promise she made to Chu Ye’s mom to visit their house a long time ago, felt a bit embarrassed, "Sorry, Mianmian is always so busy, I promised to visit but didn’t."

"Let’s go today... how about today?" Chu Ye hesitated for a moment, then suddenly made up his mind, "Let’s go today, is that okay?"

"Sure, give me the coordinates."

As Mianmian spoke, she sent a message to her family, telling them she was going to play at Chu Ye’s house. She also mentioned it in the company group chat, tagging Yang Xian to let him know she was going to Chu Ye’s house.

Yang Xian arrived in the living room quickly.

The message was clear, he was Mianmian’s bodyguard, responsible for her safety, so wherever Mianmian went, he would follow.

To Mianmian’s surprise, there was also a strange man with black hair following Yang Xian.

She stared at the man for a long while, then blinked her eyes, sprang up from the sofa, and raised her little hands, "Great Sage, hug!!"

That’s right, Sun Wukong, who had shown his true form in the morning, had conformed to the customs in the afternoon by taking on a human shape.

Still handsome, indescribably so! Mixed in was a bit of the charm and aura of Ayu’s human form, that compassionate feeling of a Buddha who had experienced much of the human world.

Mianmian leapt into Sun Wukong’s embrace as he casually caught her, his lips curling into a very slight smile, "Oh, you still recognize me?"

Sitting on Sun Wukong’s arm, Mianmian continued to gaze at his face, feeling happier the more she looked.

She promised, "Of course, how could Mianmian not recognize the Great Sage?"

Actually, back in the mountains, during her mother’s training sessions, Mianmian had mostly relied on stories of Sun Wukong to keep going. Sun Wukong learned skills from the Bodhi Ancestor and then went to the Heavenly Court to be an official, only to later be imprisoned in Taishang Laojun’s alchemy furnace and suffer.

To Sun Wukong, those hardships were nothing, and Mianmian felt that she too could endure the difficult training and gain her own "Fiery Eyes and Golden Eyes."

Now, didn’t she possess many "Fiery Eyes and Golden Eyes"?

Mianmian smiled again at the thought.

It was for this reason, having learned some life lessons, that Mianmian wished for her idol to be free after his reincarnation, not needing to keep to a strict vegetarian diet or recite scriptures, and to do what he loved in a new world.

Nobody knew of Little Bun’s firm resolve, but those present could see just how much Mianmian adored Sun Wukong.

For example, Chu Ye, and then there was the Black Tortoise.

Blue Dragon glanced up, pushed up his glasses, and said with a smile, "Oh, looks like you, Uncle Black Tortoise are about to lose favor to a monkey?"

The Black Tortoise gave Blue Dragon a sidelong glance.

He was a member of the Primordial Quartet Spirits, thousands and millions of years older than Sun Wukong. The broad-minded Black Tortoise Divine Beast would compete for favor with a monkey? Impossible!

When Blue Dragon saw the disdain in Black Tortoise’s eyes, he even wondered if he had misunderstood his good brother. His good brother didn’t seem at all emotionally disturbed by Mianmian’s great fondness for Sun Wukong. However, the next second, Black Tortoise walked over to Sun Wukong and stretched out his hand: "Mianmian."

Black Tortoise only called out the name, not specifying what he wanted, his narrow eyes revealing an air of nonchalance.

Mianmian glanced between Sun Wukong and Black Tortoise, hesitation written in her large eyes.

"Ah, if only there could be two Mianmians," she said.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong’s lips curled into a smile.

His human features were delicate with a youthful air, giving him a very boyish look when he smiled. freewebnσvel.cøm

"This is easy to handle."

Just as Mianmian was wondering how that could be easy, she suddenly heard Sun Wukong’s telepathic message. Sun Wukong spoke of the magic of the Seventy-Two Transformations. After hearing it, Mianmian blinked her eyes, painfully plucked out a hair, and blew it onto the ground, where it transformed into another Mianmian.

Sun Wukong could create little monkeys with his fur, and now she could use a strand of her hair to create another Mianmian! The only difference was that while Sun Wukong had fur all over his body, she had only a little hair, so she had to use it sparingly.

Another Mianmian appeared on the ground, able to talk and looking left and right with a tilted head. The feeling was strange, very much like practicing multitasking during previous studies.

Because there was an extra Mianmian, Sun Wukong let go of the original one. Then, his handsome eyes looked at Black Tortoise with a hint of provocation.

Black Tortoise thought that even if Mianmian had learned Sun Wukong’s transformation technique, he would still be able to tell which Mianmian was the real one. But now with two Mianmians standing in front of him, Black Tortoise looked from left to right and couldn’t tell which was the real one and which was the fake; both Mianmians seemed to be real.

Sun Wukong was smiling cheekily: "It seems the Mianmian has truly mastered my external transformation magic to perfection, creating a clone that’s indistinguishable from the original."

"Really, really?" Mianmian, who always loved hearing praises, was thrilled, "That’s awesome, being complimented by the Great Sage! When mom and dad wake up, I must tell them."

Two talking Little Buns, their tone, gestures, and expressions were all identical.

Having said their piece, both Mianmians looked towards the living room’s camera, pondering on saving this segment of the surveillance footage so they could watch it whenever they reminisced.

Not every fan gets as successful at chasing their idol as she does!

Since Black Tortoise couldn’t tell which Mianmian was real, he just coldly hugged one of them.

"Where did you say you’re going? Let’s leave."

Mianmian scratched her head: "That’s not it, Uncle Black Tortoise, do you also want to see what Chu Ye’s parents are like?"

Black Tortoise glanced at Chu Ye. The cold-faced boy had his gaze fixed on Mianmian from beginning to end, never wavering. He snorted coldly, "What, we can’t visit Chu Ye’s house?"

"Of course, we can," replied Mianmian, who continued to cling to Sun Wukong, turning her head back to answer Black Tortoise, "Right, Chu Ye? We can all go to your house can’t we?"

What else could Chu Ye say?

Could he tell them that he originally wanted to be alone at his house with just Mianmian?

He couldn’t say it out loud.