Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 211 The Conman 11

The sound of flapping wings suddenly reached Ling Yi's ears, and the next moment Wu Jin swooped down like a black arrow.

Slap, slap, slap! First, he slapped the shameless Bai Ze a few times, then his sharp claws came flying at him, the way he was going to disfigure the little lamb startled everyone around him.

Bai Ze dodged left and right. It couldn't speak, but the emotions expressed in its eyes were much richer.

Mocking, contempt, provocation...

clap clap clap!

Enraged, Wu Jin slapped him several more times.

"Alright, alright," Ling Yi picked up the violent myna bird, held it in her arms, and stroked its ruffled feathers, saying helplessly, "Where does such a temper come from?"

As she spoke, she lowered her head thoughtfully, only to see the myna bird staring menacingly at the lamb, as if it would pounce on it and attack if released.

Its appearance is too childish, making it seem like something a sentient monster would do.

"This..." The couple on the other end were also startled by this situation and hesitated over the decision they had just made.

If I give this sheep to this lady, I hope it won't be tormented to death by her fierce little birds.

It's a life, after all; we can't be so reckless.

"Don't worry, my birds haven't seen any other animals around me before, so it's understandable that they're a little unaccustomed to it for a while."

Ling Yi rubbed Wu Jin's head and threatened in his ear, "If you keep making a fuss, I won't take you out tomorrow, believe it or not?"

Mynahs are known for their high intelligence, and this one was only able to barely understand her tone. Under her threat, the ruffled feathers slowly fell down, but the gaze she gave the lamb was not exactly friendly.

"Fuck off!"

This was yet another new phrase that Lingyi heard from it.

The lamb that had been insulted was now pressed against Ling Yi's calf, its mouth open in a human-like manner, as if mocking the ridiculousness of the woolly beast in Ling Yi's arms.

Ling Yi: "..."

It might be hard to believe, but she also thought that sheep deserved a beating.

She lowered her head, placed the myna bird on the lamb's head, and under the guise of stroking its fur, whispered a threat: "Those who have become spirits shouldn't threaten ordinary animals, or we'll have hot pot tonight!"

Now, it was the myna's turn to gloat in its little eyes.

Bai Ze froze, staring incredulously at the woman whose magical power was so weak it was almost nonexistent, not understanding how she had figured out his identity.

Ling Yi stroked the lamb's soft fur several times, then looked up at the little girl who was staring at her curiously and had forgotten to cry. She raised her hand and asked, "Want a hug?"

Perhaps it was her pure and clear aura that made the little girl smile broadly at her with red eyes, and she also opened her arms wide.

Ling Yi held the child in her arms, pinched her hands and cheeks, and then gently touched her eyes: "Sweetie, don't look anymore."

This little girl has a pair of psychic eyes that aren't exactly the eyes of the spirit world. This ability to see spirits will gradually disappear as she gets older, but it will cause trouble for her childhood.

Seeing too many demons and monsters would eventually scare the little girl to death, so Lingyi used the last of her pure energy to seal her away.

After she removed her fingertips, the little girl who had been jumping up and down on Bai Ze rubbed against her neck, giggled, and then refused to look at it again.

The couple on the other side were taken aback by Ling Yi's actions. Then, remembering what the master they had invited had said, they subconsciously looked at the woman next to Ling Yi, only to see her put her index finger to her lips, her expression full of envy, silencing them.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the couple, and they didn't dare to breathe loudly.

After teasing the little girl enough, Ling Yi returned her to her parents: "Just make sure the child doesn't go out too much during the full moon."

The couple nodded repeatedly, saying thank you over and over again.

Before they could explain what had happened, Ling Yi decisively picked up the lamb's horns and turned around: "It's getting late, we have to leave."

Lingyi tucked the lamb into the back seat and, like a mother hen, held the myna bird in the passenger seat, listening to her master's sighs.

She said helplessly, "We've already received the final payment, so why are you sighing?"

Ling Yunzi floored the gas pedal, sending the master and apprentice a long way off, muttering to himself, "What a loss, a huge loss!"

When he was a conman, he wouldn't spend less than several hundred thousand yuan. How could his apprentice, a real person, do good deeds for free?

Ling Yi's face darkened: "You're supposed to be a renowned master, can't you have a little compassion sometimes?"

"You're going to use those bald monks' rules and regulations to restrain me?" He paused, then added, "Even the Taoist priests' rules won't work; I don't even have a Taoist priest's certificate."

The Taoist priest certification exam was too difficult; he never passed it.

Ling Yi: "..."

So, you and I, master and disciple, are still illegally fortune tellers, right?

The master and apprentice exchanged an awkward glance, then tacitly moved on from the topic.

"Tell me, how did you suddenly learn all these things?"

Since his disciple's ability to see ghosts was destroyed, he has never taught her about these things. Where did she learn them?

Ling Yi calmly replied, "It's just about going online to look up some Taoist scriptures, reciting them a few times, and then you'll feel a different sensation, and then you'll get it."

Silence. A long silence filled the carriage.

In a flash, Ling Yunzi recalled how he used to travel around with his master when he was young, and how he couldn't learn a talisman even after half a year, while a genius could draw it well in just one week.

He thought that after leaving that bizarre world, he would no longer feel this way.

But look at his apprentice now...

Ling Yunzi clenched his fists, gritting his teeth: "Disciple, do you know that what you said is a bit infuriating?"

Ling Yi smiled lightly, "What's so infuriating about it? Aren't we all like this? Surely no one can read the Daoist scriptures twice and still not have any cultivation?"

Ling Yunzi fell silent in anger again. After a long while, she squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Yeah, there can't be such a person!"

Surely no one can become a disciple of the Dao Ancestor just by reading the Daoist scriptures twice. How could Heaven tolerate such talent?

While the master and apprentice were bickering, the little bird in Ling Yi's arms, like a free-range chicken, slowly, slowly slipped out of Ling Yi's arms and crept towards the sheep.

Ling Yi glanced sideways and saw him slowly walk up to the lamb, flap his wings under the lamb's curious gaze, and then, with lightning speed, draw two bloody marks on the lamb's nose.

Ling Yi: "..."

So you, myna, have stopped eating birdseed and started studying military strategy instead?

Bai Ze covered his nose with his front hooves, cursing Wu Jin in his heart.

When that hairy beast walked up to him so seriously, he thought it had something to say to him.

Who would have thought that a great demon born from the combined radiance of the nine Golden Crow Princes would do something so childish!

If those nine spirits in heaven knew how childish he was, they would be so angry they'd come back to life!