Chapter 187

Outside Mondstadt.

Yingmeihe Sect and Paimon were walking toward Qingzhen Town.

Last night, when they left the Hunting Deer Restaurant, Sara had given them the address of the ingredients.

Upon learning it was Qingzhen Town, Yingmeihe Sect and Paimon immediately relaxed.

Because Qingzhen Town was not far from Mondstadt's main city.

So the two walked leisurely.

Despite this,

little Paimon was still somewhat unhappy.

Why work so hard when you can eat comfortably?

Thinking of it, little Paimon sighed endlessly.

"Ying, if you'd agreed last night, we wouldn't be here—we'd be at Boss's manga shop."

"Eating delicious food while reading manga—what a wonderful thing!"

"Then why not just let you become Boss's ingredient? You could fry and eat it at the same time."

Yingmeihe Sect replied irritably.

This thing was beyond saving.

Although Boss was handsome, powerful, and skilled in cooking,

and even had magical and beautiful manga,

was she, Yingmeihe Sect, that kind of person?

Shouldn't she show some restraint?

You want me to warm your bed and I just go?

That would be so embarrassing!

Little Paimon had no idea what Yingmeihe Sect was thinking internally. 02

She was secretly plotting in her mind.

"To sell Ying for a good price, I must get her to interact with Boss."

"Hmm, so the first step is to find a way to get Ying to move into Boss's house."

"Then maybe I can sneak in too, hehe."

As she thought about it, little Paimon grew excited.

It seemed the bright future was already waving at her.

Yingmeihe Sect sighed helplessly and shook her head, ignoring her.

At this moment,

a lazy voice rang out above them.

"You finally arrived… I was about to fall asleep waiting."

Yingmeihe Sect and Paimon froze, looking up.

There sat a girl in a purple mage's robe, wearing a magic hat, stretching lazily on a rock.

Then, with a spatial leap, she appeared beside Yingmeihe Sect.

"Hehe, my astrological divination was right as always…"

Mo Na glanced at the water divination tray she'd casually drawn and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, you—come with me."

At this strange girl, Yingmeihe Sect and Paimon exchanged glances,

each reading the other's confusion.

Who is this person?

"Hmmm… are you a door-to-door fortune-teller?"

Paimon guessed, then shook her head and waved her hand in refusal.

"Sorry, we don't need…"

"Oh?"

Mo Na lifted a strand of hair with her finger, speaking with absolute certainty.

"You… don't belong to our world, do you?"