After transmigrating into the body of the Jade Rat Spirit, I became Nezha's adopted sister.

When Bai Yeying opened her eyes, her first reaction was... No, that's not right.

This was not the Chengming Palace she knew, nor the soft couch in Yunlou Palace, nor even Xiankong Mountain.

It was pitch black all around, and the cramped space had an old, worn feel. There were also a few hard grains of rice beneath him.

She looked down and saw herself curled up in a small ball, holding a grain of rice in her two front paws, with her long, fluffy tail draped over her side.

"???"

Bai Yeying froze for three seconds, then jumped up from the haystack and crashed headfirst into the wooden plank above her head.

"Squeak...!" She clutched her head in pain, only then realizing that she was in her original form.

"What's going on? Didn't I just finish talking to Nezha and get ready to sleep? How did I turn into a mouse again? And why am I in a place like this?"

However, she quickly calmed down. As a veteran who had experienced a series of events such as time travel, being chased, clinging to powerful figures, and passing the civil service exam, she was no longer the novice who would panic in the face of trouble.

Let's figure out the situation first!

She surveyed her surroundings. It was a granary or something similar, with several sacks of grain piled up and some rat holes in the corner. She was on the edge of the grain stack, and through the gaps in the wooden planks, she could vaguely see light coming from outside.

Bai Yeying squeezed through the gap.

Outside was a small room, simply furnished. There was a wooden table, two chairs, and a faded painting hanging on the wall. Light streamed in through the window; it was daytime.

Bai Yeying strolled along the wall, trying to find an exit, when she suddenly heard footsteps.

She immediately shrank into the shadows in the corner.

The door was pushed open, and a small figure walked in.

It was a boy, who looked to be about six or seven years old. He was wearing a short brown shirt, and his hair was tied up in two small tufts with a cloth. He had a round face, but his eyebrows were quite striking. He was pursing his lips and looked rather unhappy.

He walked in, plopped down on the threshold, hugged his knees, and stared blankly at the courtyard.

Bai Yeying looked at the small figure from behind and, for some reason, felt that it looked somewhat familiar.

She quietly moved forward, trying to get a better look at his face.

The boy suddenly turned his head and their eyes met.

Bai Yeying froze.

The boy was stunned.

One big and one small, a person and a mouse, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Squeak." Bai Yeying greeted it subconsciously.

The boy blinked, then suddenly asked, "Can you talk?"

His voice was childish, but his tone was very serious, like an adult.

Bai Yeying was somewhat surprised: "You could tell I could talk?"

Ordinary people probably wouldn't be able to tell that a demon can talk, unless they have some level of cultivation.

"My master said that some small animals are spiritual and can understand human speech." The boy tilted his head to look at her. "The way you looked at me just now didn't seem like that of an ordinary mouse."

Bai Yeying chuckled. This kid is quite clever.

She decided not to hide anymore, took two steps forward, and looked up at him: "Then you guessed right, I can indeed talk. What's your name?"

The boy's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised that a mouse could actually talk, but he quickly regained his cool expression and pursed his lips: "My name is Nezha."

Bai Yeying: "???"

She didn't react at first, and asked again, "What's your name?"

"Nezha," the boy repeated, somewhat impatiently, "Are you hard of hearing?"

Bai Yeying: ".............."

She carefully examined the little boy in front of her. He had a round face and his features were not yet fully developed, but upon closer inspection, she could indeed see some familiar features.

Especially those phoenix eyes, although they are still round now, you can already see their future shape.

"No way..." she murmured, "How did you get so small?"

"What do you mean by shrinking?" the boy frowned. "I've always been this size."

Bai Yeying realized something was wrong: "What year is it?"

"What, which year?" The boy looked at her like she was an idiot. "Are you stupid?"

"Tell me quickly, it's very important!"

The boy chuckled at her serious little expression and muttered, "The second year of King Zhou of Shang? That's what Mom said anyway."

Bai Yeying realized that she had time-traveled again. No, not time-travel, but returning to the past, back to when Nezha was a child.

"Are you alright?" the boy couldn't help but ask, seeing her small eyes darting around.

"It's okay, it's just that there's a lot of information, I need to take a break." She squatted in the corner and began to sort out her thoughts.

First of all, she is now in her original form, but her magic is still intact.

Secondly, she returned to Nezha's childhood. The exact time is unknown, but judging from her tiny appearance, she probably hadn't yet caused trouble in the sea, hadn't yet returned her flesh to her mother, and hadn't yet...

Thinking of this, Bai Yeying's heart tightened.

At this time, Nezha had not yet experienced those things.

He was still a child who would sit on the doorstep in a daze, and would be surprised by a talking mouse without any warning.

Bai Yeying looked at him, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She had seen Nezha as an adult. That spirited young war god, unruly and arrogant, yet with a soft heart hidden within.

And this little bean sprout in front of me is the original form of that heart.

"Feed." The boy's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you a demon?"

Bai Yeying jumped out from the corner, shook her fur, and said smugly, "Me? I'm a deity!"

Little Nezha paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, though his childish voice deliberately feigned disdain: "A deity? Someone like you? A tiny, furry little mouse?"

He hugged his knees, resting his chin on his arms: "What's so great about immortals? My master is an immortal too."

Bai Yeying's heart skipped a beat, and she asked knowingly, "Who is your master?"

"Taiyi Zhenren!" Little Nezha's eyes lit up when he mentioned his master, but he quickly pursed his lips and pretended to be calm. "He is very powerful and knows a lot of magic."

Bai Yeying almost burst out laughing. This little guy clearly admires his master, but he insists on putting on a calm act. This hypocritical behavior is exactly the same as when he grows up.

"Taiyi Zhenren," she deliberately dragged out her words, "I've heard of him, he's alright, I guess."

"What do you mean 'just okay'?" Little Nezha immediately objected, jumping up from the threshold, hands on his hips. "My master is amazing! He can transform into so many things, he can fly, and he can..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized he had been provoked, so he snorted and sat back down, muttering, "Anyway, I'm better than you."

Bai Yeying's heart melted at his proud and aloof demeanor.

With a thought, white light flashed around her.

Little Nezha felt a blur before his eyes, and the little white mouse disappeared, replaced by a young girl. She wore a pale yellow dress, her black hair was like clouds, her eyebrows were curved, and she was looking at him with a smile.

"You, you..." Little Nezha's eyes widened, his mouth opened into a circle, and he could barely speak.

Bai Yeying crouched down to look him in the eye, deliberately winking: "How is it? Do I look like a fairy now?"

Little Nezha stared at her blankly for a long time, then his face suddenly turned red.

He turned his head away, his voice stiff: "It's alright."

Bai Yeying couldn't help but laugh out loud. This child is so adorable!

She reached out, picked up little Nezha, and spun him around in the air.