How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"He acted like nothing happened, but if I had been any later, he would have been gone! What a useless piece of trash! Ughhhhh!"

Angry, annoyed, unhappy...

I feel lingering fear, terror, and an urge to cry...

Worry, anxiety, heartache...

"You're always causing me trouble, aren't you tired of it?!"

Hong Li's eyes were red as she glared fiercely at the opposite bank: "You're only at the Qi Refining stage, and you've already made it two-thirds of the way. I'm at the Foundation Establishment stage now, and even if I take you with me, we'll only have one-third of the journey left!"

"Hey, say something! Stop playing dead, damn it!"

"I must be blind! Why did I inexplicably fall for you!"

Hong Li cursed and swore all the way, feeling the rise and fall of the chest behind her as she breathed, completely ignoring the buzzing and screaming in her mind.

As long as you hold his hand, even if you fall down from exhaustion, you can get up again!

"Pfft!"

The water shield shattered, and Hongli stumbled and fell into the river. She clung tightly to Heiyang, yelling, "You're so damn heavy! You're going to crush me!"

"Pfft!"

The girl poked her head out again, her long, black hair plastered to her body, panting heavily, as she reconstituted the water shield.

"Actually, it's not that heavy..."

……

On the shore, beneath Hong Li's coat, a bulge appeared.

Little Huo quietly lifted a corner of her clothes, peeked out her little head, and nervously looked at Meng Po, who was looking at her soup pot with a complicated expression, muttering something to herself.

Oh no, Mom seems to have upset Grandma!

Little Fire quickly shrank back under Red Glass's coat, its two wings hugging its thin legs, trembling.

"Now only Grandma and Xiao Huo are here. I hope Xiao Huo won't be blamed. I hope Grandma won't throw him into the pot in a fit of anger. I hope he won't be taken hostage and killed..."

"Waaaaah, Mommy, please bring Daddy back! Little Fire is so scared..."

"Does it really taste strange?"

Meng Po frowned, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and said with a serious expression, "It looks a lot like mouthwash?"

Over the years, her Meng Po soup has never received a negative review!

Even if someone is initially resistant, once they try it, they're guaranteed to be so beautiful they won't say a word!

Yes, Meng Po always thought that her soup must be extremely delicious!

But first there was that boy, then that girl—both of them clearly tasted it, yet they spat it out with disgust?!

Then, Meng Po discovered a particularly serious problem: as the one who cooked the soup, she... didn't even know what her soup tasted like!

This is as absurd as a famous chef not knowing whether his food is good or not!

"Would you like... a taste?"

Looking at the soup in the spoon, Meng Po's eyes showed curiosity. She was about to retire, but after being Meng Po for so many years, she didn't even know what Meng Po soup tasted like. What a pity!

"This is just a phantom clone; even if I drink it, it won't affect my real body... No, wait..."

Meng Po suddenly realized: "It's useless if it doesn't affect the original body. The one who tasted the flavor is the clone, and the one who lost their memory is also the clone. What's the difference between this and not tasting it at all?"

Moreover, is it possible that she has actually tried it many times before?

Meng Po: "!!!"

Probably!

However, if you really want to know, it's very simple: just take a sip, taste it, and then spit it out.

But if she did that, wouldn't she become the person she used to hate the most?!

If she treats Meng Po soup as mouthwash, then it seems normal for others to do the same...?

No, this is not normal at all!

Meng Po was caught in a dilemma, but Xiao Huo, who was standing to the side, was unaware of all this. She just wanted her mother to come back quickly!

……

On the other side of the River of Oblivion, the soil is a hazy yellow.

A small, fair hand suddenly reached out from the crashing waves and pressed down hard!

"Drink!"

A huge splash erupted, the floodgates shattered, and the boy was thrown ashore, lying unconscious on the ground.

The girl followed closely behind, struggling to climb up. Half-bent over, she staggered a couple of steps and collapsed onto the boy, also losing consciousness.

"..."

With a tremor of his eyelids, Hei Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He felt a heaviness in his left arm. He subconsciously turned his head to look, and before he could think about it, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Because the girl he longed for day and night was resting on his shoulder.

The girl's pale face still showed unease, as if she was about to lose something important.

She instinctively curled up, moving closer to Hei Yang beside her, her small, fair hand tightly gripping his left hand, her hold tightening...

"Xiao Li..."

Hei Yang stared blankly, the faint wails of the ghosts from the River of Oblivion still echoing in his ears. A foul wind blew by, reminding him that this was not a fairytale dream... this was a fairytale in reality!

"So it wasn't a hallucination after all..."

Hei Yang's eyes gradually cleared. Looking at the girl on his shoulder, he smiled silently through his tears, yet he was afraid of waking her.

After a moment's hesitation, Hei Yang gently supported Hong Li's back with his hand, hooked his arm, and wanted to pull her into his arms.

"rogue……"

Hongli suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Heiyang with a weary expression.

"Where are you putting your hands?!"

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang pulled his hand away from Hong Li's back as if he had been electrocuted, revealing a tense expression.

"Um, well, I noticed your sleeping posture wasn't quite right just now, so I was thinking of helping you correct it."

You know, sleeping in the wrong position can easily make you feel more tired the more you sleep…

"That's a terrible reason..."

Hong Li's eyes flickered, then she suddenly sighed and turned her head away: "Damn it... I'm out of strength... I can't even resist someone's lewd behavior..."

"Oh well, it's good that I can't resist!"

"what?"

"Well, I mean, if you're not feeling strong, just rest for a bit."

"That's pretty much it..."

"Well……"

Hei Yang stared intently at Hong Li's face, while the latter's eyes darted away, and then she secretly glanced at Hei Yang out of the corner of her eye.

At this moment, it seemed as if tiny pink bubbles were floating between the two of them.

Hei Yang felt he should say something!

"Xiao Li?"

"Ah! Huh?"

Hong Li's body trembled violently, and she muttered softly, "W-what's wrong?"

"that……"

Hei Yang pointed to Hong Li's thin top and kindly reminded her, "Your clothes are still wet..."

"I'm willing... um?"

Hong Li frowned, looked down at her chest, her face flushed red, and instinctively kicked Hei Yang away with a whip kick.

"Damn it! You filthy scoundrel! Go to hell!"

"What the hell..."

Black Sun suddenly flew out, its hands firmly planted in the soil, carving out ten long furrows.

He looked back at the rushing River of Oblivion below, the waves splashing against his trouser legs. He shivered violently, then used his strength to pull himself back onto the shore.

"I'm so weak, I almost kicked myself back into the river!"

"You might as well just fall down! Can't you just die already?!"

"Hey, that's really hurtful!"