Journey to the West: Cultural Invasion Starting from Comics

When Mu You opened his eyes again, he found that he was in a fairyland.

Overhead is a palatial palace, and wisps of colorful clouds float on the ground around it.

Cranes and koi fish pass by from time to time, looking like a dream.

Mu You hurriedly groped around his body, his body was still in that small state, and the bloated frog suit was still on his body.

Isn't that nothing has changed...

With a sigh, Mu You supported his hands back, struggled to get up from the ground, and looked around.

He found himself in a fairy palace, and the hall was empty.

Only in the depths of the main hall, ten meters away from him, there was a golden luan chair, surrounded by a beaded curtain.

There were so many shadows in the bead curtain that he couldn't see, and he only vaguely felt that there were a few figures inside, quietly observing him.

Mu You glanced around, and finally stayed in the direction of the Luan chair, raised his feet and walked over.

"You're welcome!"

It wasn't until he was about to approach the Luan chair that a woman's voice came from inside the bead curtain, and then Mu You felt as if his legs had been immobilized, and he couldn't move a bit.

The bead curtain brush was pulled open.

Mu You looked up and finally saw the scene inside the curtain.

A woman in a big red robe was lying on her side on a chair, and the two maids next to her were standing on either side, shaking a fan respectfully for the woman.

And one of the maids is Mu You's old acquaintance, Qingluan.

"I've seen Nuwa Niangniang!"

This woman in red must be the legendary Nuwa Niangniang, Mu You took a salute.

Immediately he felt the strength of his legs being withdrawn, but his legs were a little weak and shaky, and he simply sat down on the spot.

Nuwa didn't care about Mu You's overstepping, but looked at him with interest: "You are Mu You who made the mobile phone?"

"It's me..."

Mu You nodded, but his eyes were wandering around.

He was wondering how he could get back from this hellish place.

As if she hadn't seen his actions, Nuwa's tone changed: "Those small actions you made in Xiliang Kingdom, this palace can see them all. "

"What?"

Mu You was stunned when he heard it.

What do you mean by small movements?

Could it be that he wets the bed... Or, his late-night gossip with Ao Jingjing?

Mu You suddenly felt a little weak: "Then you... How many do you see?"

Nuwa looked at Mu You, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a playful arc: "The entire Xiliang is the dojo of the palace, how much do you think the palace has seen?"

"Uh..."

This means that you have seen it all.

Mu You was a little embarrassed, and secretly slandered in his heart.

I didn't expect that the dignified Nuwa still likes to peep into other people's privacy...

As if she had seen through his thoughts, Nuwa didn't mention the 'small moves' again, but said something else: "You did a good job before, helping my Xiliang Kingdom defeat those people in the Heavenly Court, and you didn't disgrace the palace." "

"Huh?"

Mu You was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously waved his hand and said: "No, no, I'm just looking for someone to test the game, and it has nothing to do with Xiliang and Heavenly Court." "

In order to avoid being involved in some kind of strange power struggle, Mu You hurriedly clarified.

"That's just what you think, others don't. "

Nuwa sneered: "In the game, the group of people in the Heavenly Court keep saying that they think of themselves as the Heavenly Court, and you stand in the land of my Xiliang and fight against the Heavenly Court together with the people of my Xiliang, which naturally represents the identity of Xiliang." "

Mu You opened his mouth, wanting to explain something, but then after thinking about it carefully, he shook his head and gave up.

"Okay, Xiliang is Xiliang, it doesn't matter. "

There was no need for him to argue with Nuwa over such trivial matters.

Nuwa nodded with satisfaction, and then asked, "The kind of game you let them play should be the picture for the next e-sports competition, right?"

"Yes. "

There is nothing to hide at all, since Nuwa saw everything, Mu You nodded directly and admitted it.

"Good!"

Nuwa smiled with satisfaction, and then said in a tone that could not be refused: "In this case, you will stay in Xiliang in the future." Hongu wants to win the championship of next year's electric competition, and you can help Hongu build a team that can win the championship. "

"Help you build... Team?"

Mu You listened with question marks.

This means... Let him stay in his daughter's country and become an esports coach?

"Mother, this is not good!"

Coming back to his senses, Mu You immediately shook his head.

"As the organizer of the event, I can't theoretically take sides, otherwise it would be unfair. "

"The organizers..."

Nuwa pondered for a moment and smiled indifferently: "This is easy to do." "

As she spoke, she clapped her hands to the side.

A figure followed and walked out of the side hall.

Mu You took a look, and the person who came was a graceful girl, with a dignified demeanor, smiling, and her every move seemed to reveal the word 'elegant'.

She first walked to the front of the Luan chair, folded her hands in front of her, and bowed to Nuwa with great dignity.

After getting permission, he slowly walked in front of Mu You, saluted him, and smiled: "I've seen an official!"

You must know that Mu You is a three-year-old child at this time.

Not to say anything about saluting a child, but also calling him 'official', no matter how you think about it, it's a bit inconsistent.

However, when these words came out of the woman's mouth, they seemed very natural.

"Huh, you... Aren't you who?

Mu You looked up at the woman's appearance, only feeling extremely familiar.

But it seemed that there were some subtle differences from the person in his impression, which caused him to be unable to remember the person's name for a while.

"Official, little girl with red sleeves. "

The woman reminded softly.

"Yes, Redsleeves!"

Mu You suddenly realized, pointed to the red sleeves, and blurted out in a childish voice: "Didn't you aspire to be a dead house before, how did you become like this?"