How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"When you find it yourself, and then have an 'aha!' moment, and smile knowingly, that's definitely better than me describing it to you now, right?"

"Hmm, what does this mean..."

Hongli's eyes widened: "You've already seen it beforehand?"

"Hey, I was even thinking of saving it to watch with you!"

"No, I've only seen a very small portion of it..."

Hei Yang shrugged: "I've never heard of the others. Either they've been updated over the last ten years or so, or they're comics from other worlds. You can rest assured."

Besides, more than ten years have passed, what could I possibly remember?

"Hmm, that's true!"

Hong Li breathed a sigh of relief, frowned and thought about it, but still felt a little uneasy. Suddenly her eyes lit up.

"Hey, why don't you go find Grandma Meng and get her a few sips of soup or something, so you can forget all about all that and that will bring you a whole new kind of happiness!"

"Get out of the way, what if you drink too much?"

Hei Yang rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay any attention to Hong Li.

"But speaking of this, it's true..."

Hongli stroked her chin and frowned, saying, "Should I ask a carpenter to make another cabinet specifically for storing comics?"

"I think it's unlikely."

Hei Yang pointed to the room and gestured to Hong Li, saying, "Look at your room, it's a struggle to even put that small bed in there. I was just wondering if the bed here could fit two people tonight!"

"You've added another cabinet, and now we don't even have a bed to sleep in!"

"Are you stupid?"

Hongli rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "These things will definitely come with me to the new house. I'm going to book a bigger bookstore than this one, and I can put as much stuff in it as I want to satisfy my collecting obsession!"

Hmm, what was that saying again? Oh right, "A mountain of books!"

"Uh……"

Hei Yang scratched his head and suggested, "Actually, if all else fails, you could just put them all in a storage bag, wouldn't that work?"

"No, that won't do! It'll all be a mess right away, and it won't look good either!"

Hongli held up one finger and said, "Just imagine, when people walk into our house and into the lady of the house's study, they'll say, 'Wow, you have so many books! What a cultured atmosphere!'"

"Come on, when people pull them out and look at them, none of them are serious."

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain, "Actually, I think it would be better to make the bed bigger, so that books can be stored in the cabinets under the bed or by the bedside. Wouldn't that be more convenient?"

"Oh, yes!"

Hongli's eyes lit up: "A big bed!"

"Black Sun!"

Hongli suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I want a big bed! One of my childhood dreams was to have a really, really big bed, the kind that I wouldn't fall off no matter how much I rolled around in. Hmm, it has to be at least a thousand square meters!"

"Heh, when I wake up, I won't be able to find you. I don't know where you've rolled off to."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes and refused, saying, "I think big in the general sense is fine; there's no need for those flashy but impractical things."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Hongli was still not giving up: "Hmm, I remember, I remember when we were fighting in the arena before, there was a senior sister from the Wood Department who could conjure towering trees and all things in the universe with a wave of her hand. If we asked her to come, a 1,000-square-meter bed would be easy for her!"

"Where are the sheets? The duvet cover? The mattress?"

Hei Yang's three-part response: "Besides, why should someone take time out of their cultivation to help you build a bed? You're not trying to use your status as sect leader to pressure them, are you?"

"Look at what you're saying, do you think I'm the kind of person who bullies others by relying on my power?"

Hongli said unhappily, "Why don't you just have your senior sister prepare it at the sect and have someone deliver it to you?"

"Well, let's not talk about favors or expecting something in return. But I'll offer her an irresistible deal; I'm sure I can get her to agree."

Hong Li smiled smugly: "As long as the conditions are right, I'll invite Elder Mu over for you!"

"Whatever makes you happy. It's rare to see someone so opinionated, so I don't care."

Hei Yang waved his hand: "But don't think about that too much yet. There are still half a month left. Let's think about how to get through it first!"

"Tch, if all else fails, I'll just sleep for half a month, and when I wake up, the new house will be finished!"

Hongli put her hands on her hips, revealing a confident expression: "Absolutely no problem!"

"What Sleeping Beauty..."

Hei Yang shook his head, walked to Hong Li's side, ignored her resistance, and used a head-patting attack on her (you absolutely cannot escape this technique)!

"For us, having this little house is already a very lucky thing; we should be content!"

"Well……"

Hong Li looked up, shook her head, but still couldn't shake off the large hand on her head. She sighed and gave up resisting.

"Damn it, why do they live in big houses while we have to huddle here? Waaah... I want to create a world without big houses!"

"Boom!!!"

As soon as Hong Li finished speaking, muffled thuds reached their ears, and the books on the newly arranged bookshelf bounced off, making the whole room seem to tremble.

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang looked at Hong Li in shock: "It can't be that bad, sister?"

"I didn't do it! I don't know! I'm innocent!"

Hongli's eyes widened, and she denied it three times in a row. The two exchanged a glance and rushed out of the house at the same time...

When will a cleaver suddenly appear before my eyes, slaying all the bulls and bringing joy to all who love each other?

I accidentally saw the Minotaur storyline while chatting in the group, and my Dao heart was damaged. It took me a long time to recover... Damn it! Pure love warriors are the best!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 233 I always thought I had few friends, but when I was at a loss, there would still be someone to lend a helping hand!

"Tump tump tump! Fill it up, fill it up again, hahaha!"

"Ton ton ton! Change the cups, change to bigger cups, hahaha!"

On either side of the square table, Hei Muguang and Hong Xiaochen drank and ate snacks, their cups clinking and wine swirling, accompanied by bursts of unrestrained laughter from their chests.

This scene, which Hongli and Heiyang see as a painting of hell, is probably the romance of the two uncles.

Enjoying fine wine and in high spirits, the two old men chatted and boasted, and when they talked about their children, they almost got so excited that they wanted to throw them into the bridal chamber right there and then, and cook them... well, to avoid any unforeseen complications... cough cough...

In short, even after several rounds of drinks, the two still acted as if they could drink more, probably because their child's drinking capacity had all gone to their father.

"Let me tell you, that..."

Hong Xiaochen raised his hand, about to speak, when the wine glasses and dishes on the table suddenly began to tremble.

"Do do do do do..."

"!!!"

Hong Xiaochen and Hei Muguang exchanged a glance, and the chairs they were sitting on trembled along with them.

Both of them widened their eyes simultaneously, a sense of foreboding rising in their minds.

"brush!"

Hong Xiaochen lifted the tablecloth, covering the food and drinks on the table, kicked the stool to the corner of the wall, and the tablecloth covering the food and drinks disappeared with it.

"boom!"

Hei Muguang stood up, moved the stool to the corner of the wall, slammed it on the table, flipped it over, and threw it into the air.

"Yeah!"

Hei Muguang and Hong Xiaochen grabbed the four table legs, pinning the tabletop against their heads. The two exchanged a glance, nodded, their expressions serious, turned around, and rushed towards the house next door!

"Yiyi, don't be afraid! I'm here!"

"Yu Ying! Hang in there!"

…………

"Ok?"

Qing Yiyi was holding a small cake in her hand, about to put it in her mouth, when she suddenly frowned and looked to the side: "Yingying, did you feel anything?"

"Well……"

Lan Yuying was intently comparing the two padded jackets in her hands when she heard her friend ask her a question. She put down the clothes and carefully examined them.

"Hmm... Little Fire is talking in its sleep! How cute!"

"Huh? Yeah, so cute..."

Qing Yiyi exclaimed in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, she realized, "Oh no, no, it's something else. Did you feel the house shaking?"

"Well……"