How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Hey, don't ask me why I call her "Sister Hongli" when I wash my hair. Why are you, a boy, asking so many girly questions?

Some people don't like washing their hair together, some pretend to wash their hair together but don't really like it, and... oh well, that's not the point!

Xingyun scratched her head, looking pained.

"Oh, where was I? You interrupted me and I forgot everything!"

"quack!!"

"Ah, okay, okay, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's Mom's fault, Mom's not thinking straight, alright!"

"Quack quack!"

"Oh dear, you don't need to take care of Mom and feed her. Mom isn't going to get Alzheimer's, is she?!"

Oh right, I remember now!

Xingyun lowered her voice again and said mysteriously, "Sister Hongli never comes with me. I'm so curious why she doesn't come with me, so I asked her when she usually washes her hair. Guess what she said?"

"Quack quack!"

"Never mind, forget I asked you."

Xingyun rolled her eyes and sighed, "Sister Hongli said, 'Ha, as a cultivator, one's body should be clean and spotless, untouched by dust. Why would one need to wash their hair!'"

"Gah."

"What? You also think that what Sister Hongli said makes a lot of sense?"

Xingyun snorted: "Even if you say that, you still have to wash your hair first next time you go to the hair salon, you know?"

"Gah..."

"Hehe, be a good boy!"

Xingyun smiled and sighed, "Although what Sister Hongli said does make sense."

But... oh dear, something feels off. It's weird not washing my hair, like Sister Hongli is crawling all over my head.

"Uh, what was the last topic again? Why did I bring up washing hair?"

Xingyun frowned and pondered for half a minute.

"Oh right, Sister Hongli never washed her hair at the sect, but now she's started washing it at home. Isn't that the best proof of Sister Hongli's personality change?"

"quack!"

"Ah, well, it's definitely possible that they're just bored and have nothing to do... There are always people around!"

Ahem, what I mean is, Sister Hongli has started to care about her appearance. Well, although she's already very pretty, who wouldn't want to be even prettier?

"Hmm, Sister Hongli used to be too lazy to think about these things! But now she's completely changed her ways. Doesn't that shock you? What do you think caused Sister Hongli to change?"

"Quack quack?"

"That's true, but not entirely true."

Xingyun shook her head knowingly and smiled, "Sister Hongli changed because of love!"

"..."

"Hey, what's with that expression?! Son, you're not allowed to look down on your mother! Do you even know what it means to not despise your mother for being ugly or your father for being poor?!"

Ah, Mom was just giving an example, Mom isn't ugly!

Xingyun sighed: "Never mind, let's get back to talking about the power of love!"

Although I don't have the love between lovers, I have a father's love as deep as a mountain! And your love too.

How can I describe it to you? Well, it's like the main villain in a story, with unparalleled martial arts skills and an evil plan that has been meticulously crafted for thousands of years and is about to succeed!

At this point, the protagonist, who was a complete novice three months ago, makes his appearance and is then thoroughly beaten and left half-dead by the main villain.

But at this moment, all it takes is shouting "The power of love!" and a miracle will occur, a complete turnaround! The villains will be utterly and ruthlessly wiped out!

Xingyun nodded: "That's right, I suspect that Sister Hongli was changed by this mysterious power!"

Low emotional intelligence is called "breaking one's persona," while high emotional intelligence is simply saying that people always grow and improve!

"quack..."

"Hey, don't you believe me? You really haven't seen how powerful love can be!"

Xingyun raised her hands to the sky and said affectionately, "As long as I chant the incantation: Resurrect, my cough cough... never mind, children don't need to understand too much, just watch your path."

"Quack quack..."

"Ha, objection overruled!"

Xingyun tilted her head back, imagining what Sister Hongli would look like after the family makeover, and thinking about Brother Heiyang coming home from get off work, with Sister Hongli greeting him with a sweet smile, "Darling, you're back..." Cough cough, never mind, she couldn't imagine that scene at all!

…………

"Hmm, I think I heard Xiaoyun whispering bad things about me behind my back."

On the roof, Hongli and Heiyang sat side by side on the eaves, their four legs dangling out of the roof.

(Dangerous action, do not imitate.)

What did she mutter about you? Why did she say bad things about you?

"Hmm, she told me about the things I did!"

"Easy to say."

"whispering sound."

Hongli rolled her eyes, tilted her head back and lay down on Heiyang's lap, gazing at the sky, and said softly, "Hmm, Auntie is coming too. I guess she's planning to stay until after our wedding."

"Hey, that's a good way to put it. Doesn't it just create more work for us?"

"Don't even think about it. Mom and Dad won't let the guests do those dirty and tiring jobs. They might greet the guests themselves, let the adults chat, and then push the work onto us!"

"Well, let Hei Yang and Hong Li suffer a little longer; anyway, they wouldn't dare to curse their parents."

"Ha, you said you insulted your parents? You're finished, I'm going to report you."

"What do you mean by taking things out of context..."

Hei Yang grabbed Hong Li's head and rubbed it angrily. The latter looked utterly hopeless, its head being rubbed back and forth by Hei Yang, too lazy to move.

"anyway……"

Hei Yang turned his head to look in the direction of his parents' house and asked curiously, "Why hasn't Xiao Huo come back yet? Didn't we agree that she would come back early today so we could play birthday games with her?"

"Ha, come on, there are grandparents and great-grandparents everywhere around them."

Little Huo has probably already succumbed to her sweet advances and is now probably forgetting what her parents call her.

If I were Xiao Huo, I wouldn't come back either. I'd rather take advantage of being the birthday boy to eat, drink, and have fun..."

"Hey, Hong Mouli, please be serious! Your birthday is your mother's day of suffering!"

"Ah, this... is a small fire..."

"Did you suffer when you were born, little fire?"

"Oh no... does this mean my wallet is suddenly in dire straits?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hei Yang rolled his eyes, looked up at the sky blankly, and vaguely wondered if he had forgotten something.

"Hongli? Do you think I've forgotten something?"

"Haha, so you finally remembered I'm your father?"

"Get up, I'm your father!"

Hei Yang patted Hong Li and rolled his eyes: "Hurry up and help me think of something, get serious."

"Ha, I'm really sorry, Hong Li, I'm not a respectable person."

Hongli rolled over, lying on her side on Heiyang's lap. She closed her eyes, twitched her little nose, and made a lazy nasal sound. Her face was serene as she closed her eyes.

"Anyway, Hongli, I've abandoned the idea of ​​using my brain. Don't ask me anything. You're the brains of the family now, and everything depends on your planning to solve it."

"Huh? Really?"

Hei Yang cautiously probed, "Brainless Red Glass, your wise master now orders you to run three laps around the Aoyou Realm at top speed, hurry up!"

"Oh,**"

The words were uttered in silence by Hong Li.

"Ha, how rude."

Hei Yang snorted: "You didn't learn the good aspects of me, but you learned all the bad ones, right?"

"Ha, if you ever thought about what you said, you'd realize that I only use those censored words with you. At other times, I'm so polite it's almost ridiculous."

Hongli rolled over and hugged Heiyang's waist, burying her face in Heiyang's stomach and rubbing her face against his through his clothes.

"The last ones were the same pigeons, but now they've all been used up by Hongli's cooking career."

"Speaking of which, do you still remember the bet we made back then?"

"Huh, what kind of bet?"