How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Hei Yang, speechless, pulled off the coat that was covering his vision and subconsciously sniffed it. Hmm, it was the unique milky scent of his Hong Li.

He looked up at Hongli, who was walking into the house. He was slightly stunned when he saw her wearing a white dress, and then shouted speechlessly.

"Hey, come back! There's something you haven't grabbed yet, hurry up!"

"what?"

Hongli frowned and turned her head, looking puzzled.

"What?"

"What do you say?"

A tic-tac-toe sign appeared on Hei Yang's head as he looked at the cardboard box by the wall, inside which lay a sleeping sloth.

"And her too!"

"Ah, yes."

Hong Li raised an eyebrow, waved her hand, used her spiritual energy to lift the cardboard box, pulled it to her side, glanced at the sloth inside, and casually asked, "What are you going to do with her?"

She appears quiet, but ultimately she doesn't belong here. This world is xenophobic, and if, as time goes on, she increasingly encroaches upon the roaming realm, the roaming realm will eventually be unable to resist punishing her.

"That's the biggest problem."

Hei Yang, carrying his coat, followed Hong Li and walked into the house with her.

"If it weren't for this problem, this big yard could still fit a sloth that's too lazy to move at all."

"Oh ho, the Mother Goddess's Heart is calling out from Little Black Sun!"

Hong Li's lips curled up, and the look in her eyes as she looked at Hei Yang made the latter somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

"Hey, what's with that look you're giving your son?!"

As Hei Yang opened the door, he couldn't help but explain, "I admit, I do feel a little bit sorry for her."

Being pushed along by various dangers sounds like an understatement, but in reality, it's no different from walking a tightrope; one wrong step and you're dead.

"Walking on a tightrope is easy. Do you want me to demonstrate for you?"

"Climb, climb, crawl."

Hei Yang slumped back onto the living room bench, while Hong Li placed the cardboard box aside and slumped onto the bench opposite her.

"You know I think similarly to you because we have similar personalities, so I can empathize with her a bit."

Hongli said quietly, "But you heard it too, she probably never even thought about changing this kind of life."

"I know……"

Hei Yang sighed and said definitively, "Just like I said before, it would be foolish to make decisions for people you're not very familiar with. I know that."

"Perhaps Elder Huo and the others have a solution."

Hongli put her hands behind her head and looked at the ceiling.

“They seem to know a lot about the outside world, at least more than the two of us kids.”

"what do you mean……"

Hei Yang had a wild idea: "Could there be a cannon hidden inside the sect that can launch outsiders out?"

"Damn, you're such a clever little devil."

Hong Li's lips twitched: "Who knows? An old man's life experience is a treasure trove. Who knows what treasures he might find in it?"

"Yeah, right."

Hei Yang agreed, "So cannons are also a possibility!"

"No way! Get up!"

Hongli rolled her eyes.

"So, should we send a message to the elders now, asking for help?"

Hei Yang inquired.

"Well……"

Hongli turned her body to the side, lying on her side as she looked at her boyfriend.

"Perhaps it's okay to ask again in a few days, right?"

"I have a chronic procrastination problem; I don't even know exactly how many days have passed since then."

"Come on, you know what I'm thinking."

Hong Li glanced at the sloth sleeping peacefully in the cardboard box on the ground and exposed him, saying, "Isn't it just that you wanted to at least let him stay in a safe environment for a few more days?"

"Our yard should be able to isolate her aura, well, at least for the time being."

"I see."

"..."

"..."

"Forget about that, look at me."

When Hongli lies on her side, she habitually keeps her legs together, one above the other, and she continues to stare at Heiyang.

"What's your opinion on my outfit?"

"Um……"

Hei Yang carefully examined Hong Li's pure white dress, and the latter looked at him and smiled.

"You can't see very clearly if you stand up; you can't see clearly while lying down."

"Okay, sure."

Hongli jumped off the chair, took two steps back, and lightly hopped twice on the spot, confidently showing off her attire to Heiyang.

It's a shame that no one can see the effort that was put into it.

Hongli felt conflicted, fearing both that someone would see her and that no one would.

Fortunately, she still had Hei Yang; in front of him, there was no contradiction.

A man dies for a man who knows himself, and a woman looks good for a man who pleases her.

Hongli suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a book: Heiyang was both a confidant and a partner to her.

"how is it going?"

Hongli spun around a few times, then looked at Heiyang with anticipation.

“Please express your praise for Hongli in no less than one thousand words.”

"Ah this..."

Hei Yang sat up and hummed softly.

"Who do you think you are, daring to look down on someone with just a thousand words!"

"hey-hey."

Hong Li smiled but didn't say anything. Hei Yang wanted to use jokes to regain the familiar and comfortable feeling of their usual interactions, but she didn't want Hei Yang to treat her like a close friend right now.

Hei Yang needs to clearly understand that the girl standing in front of him now is the one who will accompany him for the rest of his life.

Hong Li is very beautiful, Hei Yang has always known this, but because of her personality, Hei Yang always subconsciously ignores this fact.

Well, or he could put it more elegantly, like I like your soul more than your appearance.

To hell with elegance, he likes everything!

Who doesn't like pretty and cute girls?

If you were to mute Hongli and only look at her appearance, you would think she is a gentle, considerate, introverted, and refined young lady from a wealthy family.

Yes, it's very deceptive. It can only be said that the genetic power of Hong Li's biological mother, Lan Yuying, is too strong, obscuring her dark soul. Cough cough, he meant, her colorful soul!

Her clothes were light and airy, and her skin was fair and delicate.

A white dress naturally brings out a fresh and elegant temperament in the wearer, and it suits Hong Li even better, making her look delicate and lovely. No wonder it was made by Hei Yang himself!

Seeing the graceful young woman standing there waiting for him to praise her, Hei Yang's brain raced, trying to come up with a little essay that would satisfy Hong Li.

Well, I can't exactly go over there, kneel down on one knee, and say, "You are my god, I grew my short hair for you!"

cough cough...

"that!"

Hei Yang suddenly stood up and walked over, placing his hands on Hong Li's shoulders and looking directly into her eyes.

"I'm starting now!"

"Ah this..."

Hong Li looked up at Hei Yang's aggressive expression, as if he wanted to beat her up. Her lips twitched, and she chuckled awkwardly, "Well, you can start now. It's okay if you can't come up with a thousand words, haha. I'll definitely forgive you."

"No, it's more than a thousand words. How can a thousand words express my feelings!"

Hei Yang's expression was serious: "Listen, Xiao Li, ever since the first time I saw you..."