How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

"It's all here, Elder, please see!"

The leading disciple moved aside, behind him was a row of small carts, all filled with storage bags, which were bulging and full.

"Hmm, they look about the same."

The elder nodded, turned around to knock on the door, but suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and turned back to give the order.

"Check it one last time, there can't be the slightest mistake!"

"Yes!"

……

Inside the room, on the bed.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Soft murmurs came from the girl's mouth, but no one knew when she had turned over while sleeping, and she was now hugging Hei Yang's legs, sleeping soundly.

"Black Sun...look how...you've gotten so thin from hunger...ha, you can even split your forks, impressive!"

Suddenly, Hongli frowned and kicked her little feet hard.

"Black Sun! Don't struggle! I'll be gentle...drink!"

A little foot suddenly kicked Hei Yang in the chin, and the boy's head tilted to the side... uh, he was sleeping soundly!

Um, I'm an old man, I have a cold, I'm so sleepy. I had sex yesterday and the day before, so, just a quick pat on the back. Goodnight...

Although I didn't do anything today, I still felt bad for myself!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 263 Stream of consciousness literature: refers to literary works that focus on depicting the flow of consciousness of characters.

Blue sky and white clouds, rising sun and gentle breeze.

In the dream world, Hei Yang lay comfortably on a large bed with wheels, while a certain Li, whom he imagined, was pulling the bed cart in front of him with a look of grief and indignation.

"Hurry up, Fake Li, no slacking off, hohohoho!"

Hei Yang couldn't help but laugh out loud with smug satisfaction.

"Give me a speed of 70 miles per hour, my dear husband, I want to hear the wind whistling in my ears, oh ho ho ho!"

"Damn it, you bastard, you just wait..."

Fake Li gritted her teeth and pulled the cot while saying viciously, "My Shadow Mark has already marked you. Just wait, when you wake up I'll beat you to death!"

"Hehe, that's right, that's the taste. As expected of the Li I personally imagined, even the tone of her threats is so consistent."

Hei Yang made a comical expression.

"The sense of identification with the characters is skyrocketing! Doesn't this just highlight their family status?"

"Tch, so some good-for-nothing can only show off in his dreams?"

Fake Li sneered, "Stop babbling in your dreams. If you're so capable, let's meet in real life and see if I don't poke holes in you."

"Go ahead and scream, even if you scream your lungs out, Mari won't know."

Hei Yang maintained his comical expression: "As for the Shadow Demon, my Shadow Demon has never reacted to Hong Li. Do you think your Shadow Demon would react to me?"

Hei Yang only wanted to bully Hong Li; he had no malicious intent whatsoever. Hehehehehe!

"Tch, you're hopeless."

Fake Li rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "No matter how much you deceive yourself, I'm still just a fake. If you're so capable, wake up and bully Real Li like this! It's so much more satisfying to bully her!"

"Stop fooling around, I'm sleeping while holding Makoto."

Hei Yang pursed his lips, waved his hand, squinted his eyes, his arms were full of warm and soft touches, and a breeze carried the familiar scent of the girl.

Hei Yang couldn't tell if it was because Hong Li drank milk all the time or what, but he kept smelling a special milky scent on the girl.

Hmm, it smells nice, no wonder she's his wife!

"How to say?"

Hei Yang yawned in his dream.

"Li, this is the life we've always wanted. Do you like it?"

"Damn, what the hell do you say?"

Fake Li, who was pulling the cot, finally couldn't hold back any longer. She threw it down and let out a soft groan.

"Sister, I quit! Do whatever you want! I'm just a fake anyway, let's see what you can do about it!"

"Oh, please don't..."

Hei Yang's lips twitched: "Is your recreation this accurate?"

"I think the level of accuracy is still a bit low."

Fake Li snorted, "If it were me, I should have dragged you off this carriage from the beginning and then crushed your head with the wheels like crazy."

"What grudge could there be..."

Hei Yang sat up, helplessly rubbing his forehead.

"Are you really quitting?"

"nonsense."

Jia Li glanced at Hei Yang, looking displeased.

"I'm quitting now, and that's it!"

"Not negotiable?"

"no!"

"That……"

Hei Yang hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, a resolute look flashing across his face.

"If you keep going, I'll massage your back, shoulders, and legs for a week! Is that alright?!"

"My dear brother, did a donkey kick my head or did you get your head caught in a door?"

Fake Glass was completely confused.

"You made me a bunch of promises in my dream, even if it was a year, I wouldn't know anything when I woke up."

"Oh, so you're trying to get something for nothing, huh? You're really pulling a fast one!"

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang chuckled and said, "It's all about participation, it's all about participation. Are you already thinking about what to do when you wake up? Isn't that a bit too far ahead?"

Fake Glass: "..."

Hei Yang: "..."

"Tch, actually..."

Jia Li sighed and looked at Hei Yang.

"It's not that I can't continue, but I have one condition."

"Elaborate!"

"Well, that..."

Jia Li thought about it seriously for a moment, then slowly walked to the bedside, sat down, and beckoned.

"Come closer, I'll tell you quietly."

"uh-huh?"

Hei Yang raised an eyebrow and moved closer to the fake glass.

"Is this alright? Really, what conditions do you need to whisper about?"

"Because I'm a little embarrassed, hehe."

"Go ahead and say it, don't be shy in front of me."

"Alright, I'll tell you..."

Jia Li lowered her voice quietly.

"The condition is..."

"Ok?"

Hei Yang frowned: "What is it?"

"that is……"

"What?! Just tell me!"

"That's right!"

Before Hei Yang could react, a small, white foot loomed large in front of him, larger and larger... and then his chin was struck with a blow it shouldn't have had to endure!