Chapter 287
Clouds swirled, and beneath Li Mo's feet, a mist began to rise. This weightless fog lifted him effortlessly, carrying him out of the window.
Ying Bing raised her eyes, watching the shadow of the boy fly out into the open air.
She couldn't help but pick up the big-headed doll and silently asked it, "When will you come up with a new trick?"
In the realm of powerful beings, one could only soar through the air with the aid of a specific field, and it was no small feat.
Other methods could allow martial artists to fly, like her Qing Luan Wings, but no matter the technique, there would always be fluctuations of energy.
Yet Li Mo had none of that.
It was as if a cloud had suddenly drifted by, carrying him away.
He seemed to always possess some extraordinary abilities that even he had never seen before.
"Can you buy something nice...?"
The big-headed doll couldn't speak.
With a light huff, Ying Bing flicked its forehead with her finger, sending it spinning in the water.
.......
"Hmm?"
"The feeling of flying is quite exhilarating, huh?"
Li Mo rode on his cloud, filled with joy as he performed several 360-degree spins in the air, executing various agile and difficult maneuvers.
He felt as if this cloud was completely under his control, incredibly nimble.
Most importantly, it was fast!
Though it wasn't as miraculous as traveling ten thousand miles in a single somersault, it was still equivalent to 2.8 Huang Dong's worth of speed.
"Qing Mu City is so big!"
"I wonder if this cloud can carry people? Hmm... it seems unnecessary; Bing Tuozi can fly on her own."
Feng Xu rode the wind, gazing down at the countless lights of Qing Mu City.
Little Li felt like a kid who just bought a new car, unable to resist taking it for a spin even just to buy a pack of cigarettes.
Before long, he found a shop specializing in women's intimate apparel and dispersed the cloud at the street corner.
Upon entering, he was greeted by a middle-aged woman from the southern region, and the shop was doing quite well.
As soon as Li Mo walked in, he was met with various curious stares.
"Young man, we don't sell men's clothing here."
The shop owner thought he had made a mistake.
"I'm buying for someone else," the upright Li Mo replied seriously.
"Hahaha."
"You're not from around here, are you?"
"A big lad like you, buying clothes for a lady?"
Laughter filled the shop, a chorus of teasing voices.
Of course, this was also because Little Li had a sunny and handsome appearance, and despite trying to act calm, he carried a hint of awkwardness that made it hard for others to hold back their laughter.
If he had been a lecherous man, he would have been kicked out long ago.
"What size is your lady?" the shop owner asked.
"Um... probably..."
The upright Li Mo thought for a moment and had a sudden inspiration.
He pointed across the street at a type of large meat bun, a southern delicacy that was hearty enough to fill a man’s stomach.
"You’re quite lucky, young man."
The shop owner clicked her tongue and asked with a smile, "I have many styles here. I wonder which ones she would like? You can pick some that you fancy."
As soon as she said this, the shop was filled with soft giggles and whispers from the women present.
After all, aside from oneself, these clothes were meant to be worn for one’s husband.
"I like... um, just the normal styles will do, the kind an upright gentleman would choose."
Li Mo cleared his throat and looked around, only to find a dazzling array of styles hanging on the racks, as if a new world had opened up before him.
Some were styles from the Central Plains, nothing special to mention.
Others were local southern designs, mostly quite cool and not just in fabric; the designs were also unique, some even more tempting than a refreshing summer day...
"Oh, look at what you’re saying, an upright gentleman wouldn’t step foot in here."
The shop owner followed Li Mo's gaze and said with a smile, "Young man, this is called a He Huan Jin (合欢襟), a local style. This one is made of pearl white lotus silk, and it’s not cheap."
Why is it called He Huan Jin, you ask? Some women, feeling lonely or facing relationship troubles, would buy this style...
"I'll take them all."
Little Li, not understanding any of that, thought that buying local styles in the southern region was just fitting in.
An upright gentleman knows this principle; one must fully embrace local customs.
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PS: There were so few viewers who sent electricity yesterday, so does that mean love will fade away...?
The audience must be tired; they didn’t even bother to send a little electricity to the struggling author...
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Chapter 312: Bad Bing Tuozi!
"Would you like to take a look at this style, young man?"
After selling a few prized pieces made of pearl white lotus silk, the shop owner realized a big spender had arrived, and her smile grew even warmer.
"Your lady must be from the Central Plains too? How about this one?"
"Central Plains style?"
Looking at the tightly fitted design, Li Mo replied earnestly, "I think it’s quite nice, but she probably wouldn’t like it."
"What about this one?"
"This Central Plains style lacks the essence; it’s a bit lacking in flair..."
"....."
The shop owner watched the young man for a few seconds, finding it amusing.
She picked up another local southern style.
"What about this one?"
Upright Li Mo fell silent for a moment. It wasn’t a two-piece set but a one-piece design, made of semi-transparent black fabric.
If paired with those special patterned stockings...
He was, of course, a pure-hearted young man.
But everyone knew that Li Mo was a genius with a good imagination.
At the same time, he had a strong visual sense, and the image of how it would look on someone flashed in his mind.
"Entering the local customs is only natural."
"...."
Upright Li Mo thought, as long as he stood tall, he had nothing to fear.
Buying clothes that fit the local style was quite reasonable.
Well, he had also retained some normal styles.
The shop owner insisted on giving him a gift.
.....
In the inn.
After soaking for a little over half an hour, the medicinal soup had released its fragrance, and the steam had reddened her cheeks.
"Still not back..."
Ying Bing knew it hadn’t been long, yet every second felt like an eternity.
Just as she was about to wrap herself in the Xiahua Qi and get up, she heard the sound of the window shaking—Li Mo had returned.
"Did you buy everything?"
"I had the shop owner help me pick some out."
"Let me see."
"Here."
Ying Bing had just taken a bag inside, and before she could open it, he added, "There’s more; I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I bought a few extra."
A few minutes later, Ying Bing looked at the pile of bags stacked by the bathtub, her beautiful Dan Feng eyes blinked.
Alright.
He was like this; last time he went to the clothing store, he bought even more, and the chubby shop owner had learned to walk on water.
Thinking this, Ying Bing glanced at the other side of the screen and found the boy sitting upright at the table, so she quickly got up and opened a bag to take a look.
The material felt somewhat familiar...
Ying Bing closed the bag, expressionless, and picked up another...
The second one...
The third one...
She tightened her grip on the bag.
"Li Mo, what you bought..."
Li Mo, sitting upright, replied, "Local southern styles. The shop owner said it’s fitting to embrace local customs. I thought that made some sense."
"But... so many..."
"She might be having a slow business lately. You know me; I’m kind-hearted and can’t stand to see others frowning. She insisted on giving them to me, so I took them all."
Li Mo spoke with such a serious tone, it was almost comical.
"....."
Among this pile of clothes, it was hard to find anything 'decent.'
The level of vulgarity was extremely high.
Is this what an upright gentleman means by embracing local customs?
"Wearing these is worse than not wearing anything at all."
Ying Bing said softly.
"Sister, wear?"
Upright Li Mo spoke out of turn.
Mainly because he remembered that last time he used this tactic, Bing Tuozi had been willing to eat the food he offered.
From behind the screen, the delicate silhouette visibly stiffened for a moment.
"....."
Moments later, the cold fairy emerged from her bath. She stepped out from behind the screen, her hair damp, with a few strands clinging to her fair neck. Her skin, already blurred by the moonlight, now glowed with an added softness, her gaze still as clear and cold as ever.
Yet she had draped herself in that long feathered dress.
"What are you thinking about?"
"There’s a martial art that can see through illusions. If one’s gaze is sharp enough, is it possible to see through...?"
Li Mo pondered the concept of having a fiery eye.
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