How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Looking at the sleeping Hong Li, Hei Yang gave her a "heartfelt" lecture.

"Look at you. Everyone has gone to so much so that you can cultivate properly. With such good learning conditions, how can you still have the nerve to say you're not working hard?"

How can you sleep at your age?! Huh? If you don't cultivate diligently, how will you achieve longevity, rise above others, live a carefree life, and protect your family?

Of course, there's also the least crucial point: how to let Hei Yang win comfortably without lifting a finger? Damn it!

"Idiot dog—Black Sun!"

Hong Li suddenly spoke, startling Hei Yang. His hand trembled, and he almost dropped Hong Li to the ground: "Good heavens, second form, is she starting to talk in her sleep? Is she being rude to me even in her dreams?"

"Black Sun—"

Hong Li's voice was somewhat slurred, but the meaning was still understandable: "You deserve to die—"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes: "Miss Hong Li, calm down, let's go die now."

"you say---"

"Huh? What did I say?"

"Tell me, why did you only come now... only now did you come to find me!"

"Oh, well, I'm just stuck in trouble..."

Do you know—

Hongli suddenly stretched out her arms and waved them, and Heiyang cooperated by lowering his head so that she could wrap her arms around his neck: "Ah, what should I know?"

"do you know……"

In her dream, a tear suddenly glistened in Hongli's eye: "Do you know how much I miss you! I miss you so much, every single day, every single day... I think about you... and... I miss home... I miss Five-Colored City..."

"..."

Hei Yang gently freed one hand to wipe away Hong Li's tears, and said softly, "I miss you too... I miss home too... um..."

Hei Yang stared wide-eyed at the red lips covering her mouth, and for a moment, it was as if time in the whole world had stopped.

On the bustling commercial street in the distance, specially made spirit stones shimmered with multicolored light, making Hei Yang feel somewhat dazed, as if he had returned to the ordinary but peaceful modern world of his previous life.

As night fell and the city lights came on, the shimmering spirit stone looked no different from the neon lights...

However, in his previous life, he had never encountered such a girl. In his dazed state, he only needed to smell his scent to completely relax and trust the girl in his arms completely...

"Xiao Li..."

"Black Sun..."

The girl in his arms was still muttering in her sleep: "Take this righteous headbutt!"

"boom!"

"Damn, the third form has appeared!"

"Then, there's the trial and the gallows!"

"Damn it, my neck, my neck is going to break!"

"Punishment elbow strike!"

"No, no, not there! You'll regret it later!"

"Red Glass Barrage!"

"I think I know what comics you've been reading lately... Damn, stop messing around, ouch!"

I know, I know, this isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap. Let's start with 10,000 words, and then there's more to come. I'm typing now.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 127 My chapter titles are so long, and each chapter has so many extra words, it's so generous!

"call……"

He let go of Hongli and threw her onto the bed, then tore off his coat and pulled a blanket over her.

In fact, given their current physical condition, ordinary nighttime cold is nothing to them.

But perhaps it's a habit that humans develop from infancy, that they like to pull a blanket over themselves when they sleep, as if having an extra soft, thin blanket instantly gives them a sense of security.

Even though it can't even block a punch... it can protect against dirt!

Indeed, just like "avoid killing when you dodge" and "cover your head and crouch to defend," the theorem that "ghosts and monsters cannot harm the world inside the blankets" is correct, objective, fair, and unquestionable...

Hmph, those unscrupulous devils who like to show off their individuality and create their own unique personality by deliberately playing tricks and trying to overturn theorems will not have a good end!

"Harmful……"

Looking at the sleeping Hong Li, Hei Yang sat on the edge of the bed, looked in the mirror, and confirmed that he hadn't been left with a terrible black eye after Hong Li punched him hard in the right eye. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew, phew... Don't be angry, don't be angry. The child is still young. Just be more careful in the next life..."

Hei Yang stared expressionlessly at the sleeping Hong Li, and suddenly felt an itch to take revenge. They say revenge should not be delayed overnight, and now seems like the perfect time to do so!

As for whether the other person will get angry when they wake up, who cares, let's just enjoy ourselves first...

Wait, this sounds like something a jerk would say...

Seemingly sensing Hei Yang's murderous aura, Hong Li's face suddenly showed a look of fear. She instinctively curled up in the blankets, muttering softly, "Hei Yang, protect me, protect me! There's an assassin! Quickly, protect me!"

"..."

A well-shaped character popped up above Hei Yang's head. "Your Majesty Hong Li, you're overthinking it. I am the assassin!"

"call……"

He sighed, looked at the girl's "I'm so scared" expression, rolled his eyes, and lay down on the other side of the bed.

"If only someone could be this cute all the time! I wouldn't have to have such high blood pressure all the time... But..."

Hei Yang suddenly smiled: "But if it continues like this, I'll probably get used to it. Maybe I'll start to think that the stubborn Xiao Li is cuter..."

Hmm, you can't have both. It would be great if I could switch between the two forms, hehehe..."

Suddenly, Hei Yang remembered something else. He had heard Hong Li say that the little blanket he had given her had unfortunately been destroyed in the fire. So, after learning needlework, he wanted to try knitting a new blanket for Hong Li himself...

However, to be honest, I wasn't very skilled at first. I kept taking things apart and modifying them, and it's still not finished. It's at best a half-finished product...

Ah... in the dead of night...

Hei Yang rested his hands under his head, listening to his girlfriend's even and steady breathing, and quietly stared at the ceiling: "This is the perfect opportunity to catch up on the work!"

"Yeah, right..."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes and pulled a blanket over himself.

"What are you thinking? I'm working right next to Hongli while she's sleeping? Wouldn't that make me a complete innocent victim?"

"Ha, let's deal with that kind of troublesome stuff a few hundred years from now. Time for bed."

……

"Honey, aren't you asleep yet?"

"No, I'm thinking about something."

"Are you still thinking about the news that the royal family brought back during the day?"

"Sigh, I never expected that such a thing would happen to the Five Colors family in the capital. I wonder how many children have been lost."

"Yes, although our Hong family is not seriously injured, they are all from our Wu Se family, and I have watched many of the children there grow up."

Thinking about it now, I feel a little uncomfortable. At the same time, I'm scared, but also glad that our family didn't move to the capital.

"Otherwise, if Xiao Li had gone into that ruin too, I don't even want to think about it..."

"You're just saying such unlucky things... I knew it, you miss our daughter."

"You're saying this, don't you want to?"

"Of course I've thought about it. Today—no, it's already yesterday… You don't know what day yesterday was, do you?"

"How could I forget my daughter's birthday?"

"Yes, it's Xiaoli's first birthday without her parents. I wonder if she'll miss home, be sad, and shed tears..."

"Sigh, but didn't they say that Xiao Yang went to Five Elements City to find Xiao Li? If we count the days, as long as nothing unexpected happens, he should be able to make it in time for our daughter's birthday, which should make her much happier."

"Pah, pah, pah, can't you say anything auspicious? All you ever say is 'accident.' Xiao Yang is very lucky; he won't have any accidents."

"Ah, yes, yes, I misspoke, okay?"

"Then you must be wrong!"

"Tell me, how far have things progressed between Xiao Yang and our Xiao Li? They're both seventeen this year, eighteen next year, and in a few years they'll be in their twenties."

"Yes, kids change every day, they grow up so fast. It seems like just a few days ago our Xiaoli was crawling, and in the blink of an eye she's already at the age to get married."

"Fortunately, Xiaoyang is someone we've watched grow up. Despite his seemingly unserious nature, he's actually someone we can trust completely."

I feel at ease letting my daughter marry him.

"Yes, that's true. Xiao Yang is a good kid. I've always treated him like my own son."