mijobooks Chapter 107 Tao Yao has always said she is the Fox King since she was little
Chapter 107 Tao Yao has always said she is the Fox King since she was little
Chapter 108 Tao Yao has always said she is the Fox King since she was little
The beef jerky was really delicious, and Tao Xiang couldn't resist finishing it all, clutching the packaging and grinning like an idiot.
She knew she was probably doomed.
What can we do now?
There's no good way to deal with this except pretending to be stupid.
"I left a pack specifically for the two of you. It's not because I was full that I remembered you hadn't eaten—I, Tao Xiang, never lie." Tao Xiang felt she was indeed wrong, terribly wrong. When they were dividing the food, Song Che clearly favored Xia Li. She ate all the good stuff, so she was definitely done for.
Tao Xiang tried to explain for a long time, but Song Che and Xia Li completely ignored her. They were figuring out how to ski, and Song Che was explaining key terms to Xia Li. Xia Li listened attentively and didn't even notice that there was only one pack of beef jerky left.
Since that's the case—
Tears silently streamed down Tao Xiang's face; she could only accept them with a forced smile.
Since it's a capital offense anyway, at worst Song Che and Xia Li can both spank her.
She was beaten since she was a child, so she's very tough. Last time Song Che kicked her, she didn't feel anything at all.
Tao Xiang had a lot on her mind. Her chubby face would puff out her cheeks one moment and frown the next. After reflecting for a long time, she secretly took a few things from the shopping bag and stuffed them into her mouth.
Crunch, crunch! His mouth was bulging, he was eating with great relish.
When she stopped sneaking a bite, Song Che's voice sounded a little muffled, and Xia Li also got up from her seat, as if they had argued about something.
Tao Xiang couldn't understand the adults' argument, but she thought they were a bit stupid and should eat more to grow stronger. She thought the kitchen was a good place and the refrigerator was a good thing.
Song Che kept a straight face. "Let me make this clear first, you'd better calm down. It's better for both of us. Otherwise, think about your status. Don't lose your dignity just to seek thrills."
"I'm not looking for thrills, I just want to see if it looks weird when you touch my legs."
"I already said I would, I'm just shy, there's nothing to see." Song Che said with a dark face. Touching legs is usually a good thing, but Xia Li made it seem abnormal. She made it like she was researching a magic potion—it was meaningless and not the kind of ambiguity that couples should have. She just wanted to study Song Che's shyness.
That despicable woman!
Song Che maintained a straight face.
Even if I, Song Che, am like this for the rest of my life, I will never let Xia Li study how to be shy.
This should have been a natural, heartfelt affair, but Xia Li made it seem like a task, being too blunt—she wasn't embarrassed, but Song Che was.
I can't figure out what's wrong with Xia Li.
She got up, sat on the sofa, and stretched out her leg. "I won't hit you, you can touch my leg."
Damn it, I don't need charity!
Song Che glanced at the shapely calves, restrained himself, but couldn't resist touching them.
He really couldn't figure out what Xia Li was thinking, so he touched her first.
Xia Li looked down at Song Che.
Just as the magic mirror said, even Song Che couldn't resist the temptation of legs.
She shifted her gaze, wanting to verify her thoughts, but Song Che was extremely cautious and immediately noticed that Xia Li's gaze was off.
"What are you looking at?"
"—Me." After being discovered, Xia Li looked away. "I was looking at your face."
Is it really a face?
Song Che let go and realized that there wasn't much to touch on her legs. They were soft, but through her pants, he couldn't feel the skin, so the sensation was much worse. He also felt that Xia Li had ill intentions.
Is she seducing me?
You're joking, Your Highness would never do such a thing.
Xia Li was simple-minded and stubborn; on a whim, she wanted to see him blush.
He won't be shy about touching a leg.
Xia Li glanced at Song Che a few times and found that Song Che's reaction was not quite what she expected. His hands were well-behaved and did not take any further steps. He just squeezed and rubbed them, as if giving a massage.
The magic mirror says that men will touch your legs and eventually trick you into going to bed with them.
Is Song Che not a man?
Xia Li didn't pull her leg back and continued watching skiing videos with Song Che. She remembered what she had seen before after watching a couple skiing together.
Xia Li has now made a judgment.
Song Che is a petty scoundrel, but he has a bottom line and principles.
As he rubbed, it suddenly turned into a massage. Song Che wasn't really interested, so he just massaged Xia Li's legs to relax her knees, since her legs were sore from walking. He figured he was just taking care of his girlfriend.
Song Che sat on a small stool watching videos, occasionally massaging Xia Li's legs, and holding Xia Li's legs in his arms—they were quite warm.
Wait until summer to touch it; it's pointless to touch it now, I'm just touching my pants.
I don't feel anything with this thing.
The skiing tutorial is in its second half, and the basics have been learned pretty much.
All that's missing now is a snowfall.
Or go to a ski resort.
Like most things, the interesting part of skiing is the learning process, and also the process after you've just learned it.
The learning process is always full of ups and downs.
Stumbling and falling doesn't sound good—and to be honest, it isn't really good either, but difficulties are always memorable and make people miss the person they were when they encountered them.
I realized I actually have quite a bit of perseverance.
Xia Li felt comfortable being pounded by Song Che. His kneading and pinching relaxed her tense muscles. The act of touching her leg was supposed to be intimate, but it made them feel like an old married couple.
Xia Li would occasionally ask a question, and Song Che would chat about this and that. After a while, the topic circled back to [how to make Xia Li angry].
Song Che didn't want to make her angry, but Xia Li wouldn't let him, just like she had made him blush earlier.
She's just angry—what is she trying to do?
You're insane!
Song Che couldn't bring himself to say anything too harsh, but he couldn't resist Xia Li's insistence, so he prepared to attack Xia Li's weak points. When do women easily lose their temper?
Should we attack Xia Li's figure or her appearance?
Damn it, Xia Li is definitely showing off her figure and looks on purpose!
This cannot be attacked.
Xia Li withdrew her gaze and prepared to feel her body. At that moment, she felt magic flowing through her body, accompanied by anger. Her magic returned to its peak, and she even summoned seven or eight super-level spells at once, which was something she had never tried before.
She wondered if her anger now could recreate the feeling she had back then.
Xia Li closed her eyes, trying to recall the anger churning in her chest at that time.
She couldn't get angry; with Song Che by her side, she couldn't get angry.
Xia Li thought about what had happened before.
Anger resides in Hitler.
She was indeed furious that the foolish nobleman had arbitrarily mobilized the border troops, nearly causing the defenses to be breached.
But looking back now, I'm no longer angry.
She opened her eyes and looked at Song Che.
Song Che was rummaging through his shopping bag, pulling out a bag of peanuts, opening it, and popping a few into his mouth. Noticing her gaze, he turned his head: "What now?"
"I'm reminiscing."
"Remember what?"
"The feeling of anger," Xia Li said. "I want to recreate that magical state from back then. Do you remember the dream we had together? I could use magic."
Song Che swallowed the peanut in his mouth.
"Don't believe in dreams."
Xia Li shook her head, "But what I think about at night, I yearn for during the day."
"That's called 'what you think about during the day, you dream about at night'," Song Che corrected, handing her a handful of peanuts.
Eat something, and once you're full, you won't think about it anymore.
"—I know that sentence."
Xia Li sat on the broken sofa, looking at Song Che and Bruce beside her.
anger?
What is that?
It's peaceful, warm, and even a little sleepy right now.
Anger is not a simple thing.
There needs to be some kind of threat of aggression, or at least injustice. But there's nothing there now. Although Song Che can be annoying at times, most of his little pranks are just him teasing her.
She tried to imagine Song Che doing something outrageous—like tearing up the book he gave her, or kicking Bruce out, or—she couldn't think of anything. Song Che wouldn't do such a thing; he wasn't that kind of person.
Xia Li opened her eyes, feeling somewhat defeated.
"It doesn't seem like that will work."
"That's good." Song Che tossed another peanut into his mouth. "Nobody goes out of their way to get angry. This isn't stupid—being stupid is cute too."
"But it did succeed then," Xia Li said. "Anger made magic flow. I even maintained seven super-tier spells simultaneously, although it only lasted a few seconds."
"That was a dream," Song Che said. "Can it be the same as now?"
"It's different," Xia Li admitted. "But I want to know if it's possible to actively enter that state in a safe environment."
"Why are you practicing that?" Song Che asked, puzzled. "We don't need to fight right now."
"It's useful," Xia Li said. "If I mastered this ability to recreate magic, I could take you to live a good life."
Song Che looked at her serious face and smiled.
The girl had told him many times that she wanted to regain her magic, but her goal was simply to live a good life. If it were him, he would definitely give Emperor Dangdang a try.
King Zhou is good, King Zhou is right.
But that's just wishful thinking.
He actually felt sorry for Xia Li. Even without putting himself in her shoes, he could imagine how disappointed she must have felt. She was born for magic.
"So how do you want me to help you?" he asked. "Really, in a fight?"
"You can try—" Xia Li thought for a moment, "saying something that really upsets me."
"Didn't we just try it?"
"That's not enough." Xia Li shook her head. "Even if you call me stupid, a bad cook, or have different hair than yours, those are minor things, and not even true—I'm not stupid. I need—a more genuine insult."
Little darling Xia Li, it's dangerous for you to talk like that.
Song Che frowned. "Why would I really want to offend you?"
"In order to live a better life."
"So you're really angry, and then you don't have any magic power? Aren't I doomed?" Song Che looked at her. "Even if you really did have magic power, what if you angered someone and you demolished the house with a spell? Where would we live then?"
"I won't demolish the house," Xia Li said. "I'll control my strength."
"That won't do either." Song Che stood up and put the bag of peanuts on the coffee table. It was not a good thing to make Xia Li angry. Song Che should at least think about how to appease her before making her angry.
"Why?" Xia Li pressed.
"because----"
Because your brain is a complete idiot's mouth and teeth!
Xia Li was still waiting for his answer; no matter how you looked at it, he was just a fool.
Emotions can't be rushed. Xia Li is only just starting out with these things, and being too eager to achieve results could backfire, especially since she wants to transform anger into magic.
Aside from Super Saiyans, Song Che had never seen anything like it.
Or it could be the kind of thing where you shout out "courage" or "bond" and suddenly you're on a winning streak.
Song Che sighed and sat back down on the small stool.
"Let's take an example. Imagine you're extremely hungry, so hungry your stomach is practically sticking to your back. If I give you a bowl of noodles, wouldn't it taste especially delicious?"
"Yes." Xia Li nodded.
"But if I gave you a Manchu Han Imperial Feast and let you eat it for three days in a row, then let you go hungry for one meal, and then gave you the same bowl of noodles, wouldn't you think it tasted even better?"
Xia Li thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
“Anger is the same,” Song Che said. “You’re usually too—too calm. Nothing really can really provoke you. So when a little spark occasionally appears, you find it novel and even want to study it. But if someone really annoys you every day, making you extremely annoyed, then anger is a different matter—you just want it to disappear and don’t want to study it at all.”
Xia Li listened quietly.
That sounds like it makes some sense.
"Therefore, you have to tease it slowly in a safe environment with small things to really appreciate it. When you really need it to save your life, it won't be so obedient to come out and let you study it."
"Then I—" she said slowly, "will I never be able to master magic?"
"Not necessarily," Song Che said, "but you probably can't use anger as a switch. You have to find something else—something more controllable."
"for example?"
"For example—" Song Che scratched his head, "For example, focus? When you were learning computers, did your magic change when you were completely absorbed in that state?"
Xia Li thought back for a moment.
"no."
"And the excitement? Like when you first ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"
"—No change."
"Nervous? Like before going on stage?"
Xia Li shook her head.
Song Che was at his wit's end.
Your system is too difficult to be compatible with.
However, Song Che guessed that there was no magic in the place. This place doesn't allow spirits to exist, otherwise Tao Yao would really be a great demon.
Tao Xiang shuffled out of the kitchen, holding half an apple in her hand, making a crunching sound as she ate it.
"Are you two still not done?" she said vaguely. "If you ask me, just give up. Let it happen naturally. When you're angry, you'll be angry; when you're not angry, forcing it won't help."
Tao Xiang doesn't like to get angry, because most of the time, she only gets angry in a fit of rage.
Xia Li glanced at her but didn't say anything.
Song Che agreed with Tao Xiang, but he knew Xia Li was still stubborn. That's just how she is; once she sets her mind on something, she'll get to the bottom of it.
Sure enough, Xia Li closed her eyes again.
Song Che looked at her.
Her silver hair shimmered in the light, and Song Che recalled the last time the stage went dark. Perhaps Xia Li's hair retained some magic?
What was her condition at that time?
Surprise, or alertness?
Or perhaps it was something she herself couldn't quite explain.
"Xia Li—" he asked softly, "What were you thinking when the power went out that day and your hair was glowing?"
Xia Li opened her eyes.
"I wasn't thinking about anything," she said. "Just... happy."
"Does that feeling feel like the burst of magical power when you're angry?"
"It's different." Xia Li thought for a moment, "More passive. Like water overflowing when it's full, it's uncontrollable."
"What if—" Song Che said slowly, "you tried to 'overflow' it willingly?"
He's talking nonsense right now, he can only offer some random suggestions to appease Xia Li's longing.
Xia Li was taken aback; she hadn't tried this approach before.
But—perhaps the loss of control itself is another form of control?
Song Che was actually a little worried.
Don't actually conjure up magic for Xia Li.
If they were to actually pull off some magic, they could go down in history.
Then Xia Li will be King Xia Li, and Tao Yao can truly proclaim herself the Fox King.
That silly Taoyao, instead of being a proper cat, she insists on being a fox king.
She really thinks Xia Li can regain magic, rule the world, and be crowned the Fox Queen, right?