The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 2787 Extra: The Man-Eating Flower in the Greenhouse
"Miss, the materials separated from Experiment One have exhibited an alarming heat death effect under normal conditions. The level of disorder has now reached the limit that we have set to tolerate. Should I reset the entire system?"

“Tsk,” Hissmore Anel stood in front of the transparent pink porthole, its glow like flowing water: “Second-tier, huh? Still somewhat useful. You, send him a message and tell him that the old house’s technology is not bad, it can make do for a while, but the materials are not enough. Me, Monroe, send the money!”

The tall, slender maid, dressed in court attire from the Tsarist era, trembled, her hands moving awkwardly, and asked, "Miss, do you want more?"

"Are you going to listen to me or him?"

"I'm not the kind of person who can be eaten alive by listening to someone else's word choice or sentence structure. If I post this again, I'll have nightmares every night!"

"So you mean, this nightmare has to be experienced by the young lady of the Hissmore family herself?"

"Oh"

As one of Miss An'er's personal maids who grew up together, Peach not only had a deep bond with An'er, but also held a certain amount of influence within the entire Hissmore family. Even if the old Hissmore and the very old Hissmore came, they would still have to obediently put on a smiling face for her.

"Hey, hey, who taught you that? Give me a smile with that long face!"

"Oh, Miss, you're using those slang terms again! I'm going to report you to the master, I'm going to report you to the family council!"

An Er took off his glasses: "Tch, are you stupid? In the end, won't it be you few who get punished?"

Peach pouted, seemingly unfazed: "So what if we get punished? At most, we'll get a few words in the comments, but you might not see some of the people below tomorrow!"

It's the same old tactic of asking if you're scared, like stabbing yourself in the back: "Peach~"

"Ok?"

Do you know what will become of you in the future?

"Miss." Peach was startled. "What do you mean, Miss? Are you annoyed with us and planning to send us away?"

An'er smiled and took off her black-rimmed glasses, pinching her chin: "Tsk, I recently learned a new term, 'concubine' or 'maid.' My sister Peach has a slim waist, firm breasts, a perky bottom, and long legs. She's really top-notch material~"

Peach's cheeks flushed: "Ah? Then... I... I'll do whatever you say, Miss."

The young lady was shocked, staring at the stammering peach for a long time: "Oh, no wonder you're so afraid of him. No, that's not being afraid of him, you're like a rat in an oil vat!"

"I...I didn't."

"Tch, I'm not blaming you. What I'm saying is, great minds think alike. Great minds think alike, Sister Peach, what do you think of this phrase?"

"what?"

Hissmore An'er stuffed two pairs of glasses into the pocket of his white coat and hung them in the closet: "Let's go, silly goose. I'm so hungry. Let me ask Sister Qian'er what we're having for dinner today~"

"Miss, she said today's meal is Chinese-style braised abalone with fish maw, porcini mushroom and vegetable risotto, steamed river knife fish with ham drizzled with scallion oil, and..."

"The new Chinese style is nice, very good!"

Little Peach suddenly paused, then said, "Miss, Sister Xue said he... he's coming to Monroe!"

"So what if they come? Do you think you can take back the money and things they gave me? Hmph, they've already taken advantage of me, and now they're trying to come here? I don't even want them!"

"But Miss, you've been laughing the whole time, without stopping."

"Whose side are you on anyway??"

"Miss, it seems the young master has arrived!"

"What? Didn't I just send a message? I haven't even put on makeup yet! How do I look in this outfit? Ugh! Laugh, laugh, laugh, what are you laughing at? Let's go, let's go!"

The Monroe jellyfish-like Upper City overlooks the boundless island chain, which rises and falls amidst the dazzling energy storm, with Tilly, the 3/7 base, and Mushen Lands shining brightly on either side, like a few stars beneath the Outer Realm passage.

To be honest, in such a sacred and solemn place, which is comparable to a divine kingdom, it's quite bad feng shui for a living person to fall from above with a thud. It's rather terrifying.

The vast air island that had been used for parking on the tarmac had been hastily cleared out, leaving only rows of bio-engineered beasts of various series, dressed in red and green, serving as a backdrop. They varied in size and rank, and there were even a few brain worms that occupied the bodies of the now-precious and protected Mimi insectoid race. Without exception, all of these bio-engineered beasts were trembling in fear.

An'er looked at them, then turned to Peach: "After the group training, do you think we've raised these little guys' intelligence and emotional intelligence too much?"

“Fear is an instinct that life can never shake off, Miss.” Peach took out a small notebook: “This has always existed in both the natural evolution of life and our forced biochemical system. It’s just that as their rank rises, the tendency to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune becomes more and more obvious.”

“It’s not a bad thing.” Li Cang subconsciously patted off non-existent dust from his body: “Because they are alive, they are afraid. If used properly, their war potential is no less than that of the dog horde.”

"You think so?" An'er smiled charmingly. "Oh, I remember there's an old Chinese saying that goes, 'Between life and death lies great terror'?"

Li Cang nodded: "I've given you the samples of extraterrestrial life, so you have to give me something to research, right?"

An'er tilted her head and looked at him playfully: "Could it be that you need a new lackey now?"

Li Cang shrugged: "Hard to say."

Hissmore An'er let out an "oh," tilting his head: "Woof~"

The mage couldn't help but glare at her, while Hissmore Anel, like an innocent and pure little white flower, continued to introduce the changes in Monroe and the latest research and development.

Unfortunately, the unromantic mage clearly had no interest in these things. He didn't sever one of his arms from the outer realms just to listen to this. When he started his business, he only managed to get a piece of flesh from the Corpse-Weaving Medicine Ghost. And now, you red-haired little wench, you should know your shame!
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Waiting for the rice to cook!
The tides and turbulent energy winds of the subspace ocean currents together create a dreamlike and fantastical scene. Countless tentacle tunnels of Upper Monroe are rooted in the void, endlessly drawing power, making the entire city of Monroe shine like stars.

The huge hall was filled with fine silks and satins, and delicacies from land and sea.

Li Cang ate his food without looking up, already used to this kind of scene. Hissmore An'er and Jin Yujing were pretty much the same kind of people, with an inhuman and irrational, tireless pursuit of glittering and gorgeous things. For example, why hang curtains tens or hundreds of meters high, covered with countless dragons and phoenixes, engraved with gold and inlaid with jade, in this magnificent hall with no load-bearing pillars and a dome that makes people dizzy? The magician just doesn't understand. Is it to block the wind? Then don't build this kind of ancient temple-style building that is open from front to back and has nothing but a roof.

Beside the dining table lay the Land of Monroe, and just a few steps ahead lay a bottomless abyss of stormy clouds. Hissmore Anel, holding his wine glass, faced the outer realm portal that spun wildly like a neutron star, releasing endless, bizarre, and turbulent light: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"You call this a 'room'?" Li Cang asked. "Do you even really sleep well at night?"

It feels like they hollowed out the top of a pyramid and made this thing out of it; it's drafty everywhere and basically no different from sleeping under the open sky.

An Er pursed his lips: "I haven't done anything wrong, so why can't I sleep? Humph, unlike some people who manage to live their limited lives as if they were infinitely long!"

"Hey, you."

"Mmm, I love you too~"

Li Cang rolled his eyes: "I don't understand, but I respect it. I heard you even built a floating garden up here?"

"Ugh, are all men like dogs? How did you know that her bedroom was just across the garden corridor?"

"Of course I, Timi, don't know! No! Who asked you!"

"Ding~"

The gilded crystal glass fell to the ground.

Li Cang was stunned and subconsciously looked around: "Is it really necessary? Using smashing a cup as a signal?"

There are no eight hundred axemen, but there are three thousand beauties. The mage, who is used to storms and waves, can swear to the heavens on the spot that he has never seen so many fabric structures from ancient and modern times, from all over the world in his entire life.

"Don't move! Robbery! Hehehe!"

"Teacher Cang, please apply this!"

"Mum ma mum ma~"

"Come with us!"

These graceful fists and kicks, these fearless warriors, in short, launched a fierce attack, causing the one-armed magician to be unable to withstand the onslaught and retreat in disarray.

of course
There are strategies that don't rely on character models, but it's difficult to avoid losing players.

An hour later, a disheveled Li Cang was trapped in what was supposed to be her boudoir deep in the garden, wiping her face, neck, and arms with a hot towel: "Wait, where's my jacket? Where are my shoes??"

Hissmore Anel rested his chin on his hands, looking at him with a smile: "Don't be angry, maybe some shameless little wench picked it up to use as a wine glass?"

"nerve!"

Qian'er walked over quietly: "Miss, the water is ready, you can take a bath now."

Hissmore Anel's cheeks flushed slightly: "You...you take him there."

A spectacular sight: hot springs and streams, thick, white mist flowing slowly across the ground, and faint rainbows shimmering in the air above the mountains.

Li Cang sighed: "Stop hiding it."

Heathmore took off his towel and slowly approached. The sound of water grew louder beside him, creating numerous ripples. Heathmore carefully rested his head on his shoulder: "Please don't leave me."

With a bare face, like a lotus emerging from clear water, the tone of this beautiful and wealthy flower in the world sounded pitiful.

Li Cang sighed again: "Listen to me."

Her tone suddenly turned fierce; it was all an act before, and now the redhead's true personality was showing: "You don't want me! I'll disappear right now!"

"what?"

"Wait until your son or daughter is born and grows up! Then suddenly appear and ask me face-to-face if it's safe for me to stop my ghost fire downstairs!"

"."

What is human suffering?

It sounds like a joke, but it really is Hissmore's only option; there are no other.

"I told you that's enough, um, want a back rub?"

"Huh? Oh?"

Why are you being so awkward?

"It hurts, it hurts so much!"

"This is a towel! Not a bath scrubber!"

An'er said timidly, "They're all red."

Master Li took a closer look and exclaimed, "Wow, it's really tender! What a beautiful, smooth, jade-white back covered in delicate red marks, it looks like my 'timi' has just been tortured."

"Never mind. You do it." Li Cang tossed her the towel and sprawled out on the shore: "You smell terrible, and you could rub off two ounces of lipstick from your face."

Hissmore An'er struggled helplessly with the wet towel, but after a long time, she couldn't even get it in her hands. She looked helplessly towards the shore. Peach Qian'er probably didn't expect things to go so smoothly, and naturally, she didn't expect this scene to be so...emmmm unique. She put away her clothes and went into the water, lowering her head and looking demure.

"Young Master."

"Miss...Miss wouldn't know how to do these things."

"Let our servants do it."

Son-in-law?

Li Cang didn't open his eyes. Monroe's system of slavery was something Tili had already done, but its severity wasn't necessarily much better than the latter.

"Just four," Hissmore Anel said, raising his hand in a gesture of protest, "They've been with me since I was little, providing for my basic needs. I only have the four of them left."

"Ah."

"You agreed?"

"Did I promise anything again?"

Hissmore An'er was not only red on her back, but her whole body was so beautiful and radiant: "That's right, that's right, I'm still a little scared. I've never had this experience before. Could you ask Sister Peach to help me try it out? I want to observe and learn first?"

"You're dreaming. Eat the peach!"

"Huh? No way. Okay then. You're experienced, so could you be gentle? It won't hurt much, right?"

"I'm sorry, none of your four wishes can be granted!"

"Oh," Hissmore An'er reacted for a moment, hugging Qian'er and hiding behind her with only her small face showing: "But it still doesn't work. Sister Qian'er told people that if we let you go this time, we might have to wait forever for the next time!"

Qian'er stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "Huh? Miss, you?!"

"That's what Sister Peach thinks too!" Little Hissmore betrayed her cunning strategist, who had been working tirelessly to devise plans for her, without any hesitation: "I trust them the most!"

"Next time for sure!" Li Cang looked around, then reached out and gestured to the same source link channel, but the exe did not respond: "No, you've changed the spatial order of this place?"

An'er blinked: "Yes, yes, I'm safe now!"

"Are you safe now?"

"Mmm." This human-computer interaction made Miss Hissmore Anel feel as if she were undergoing a Turing test. She couldn't stop smiling even as she pursed her lips. "I just wanted to make you happy. Don't be so uncomfortable. All of this is what you deserve. Why are you always so tense? It seems like you don't know how to enjoy this world at all. Mr. Li, do you know how someone like you, well, no, someone who only has a little bit of power, lives?"

Li Cang frowned: "I know a little bit, but material desires have an upper limit. Only spiritual enjoyment is endless. Almost without exception, those so-called tyrants on the track eventually turned to ravage, tyranny, and slaughter, or to the worship of theocracy and heresy."

Hissmore nodded: "And you?"

"I"

The eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother.

Even a layman, after taking a moment to consider and organize Li Cang's various hobbies and interests, would find no reason not to use adjectives like "horrific, appalling, hair-raising, and wailing."

“Relax, you rascal,” she said. “You guys have this saying, don’t forget to let others live too.”

She finally felt a little bit of the helplessness she had felt back then. Li Cang was a man of great stature, but also a man with very low material desires. He had almost no other needs besides food and fighting. If you insisted that he had any grand ambitions, then he had them in this life. The grand ambition of the Mage was probably to prevent certain deadly mental illnesses from recurring, or to prevent somatic organic lesions from pushing back into the reverse meme mental realm.
Speaking of work...
Hissmore suddenly blinked and looked at Li Cang.

"?"

What?

Even the Mage was annoyed by this little vixen.

“I’m not a nuisance!” said Heathmore. “On the contrary, I can help you solve a lot of unnecessary trouble, and I’ll pay you extra, I’ll get paid!”

"."

“I’ve gathered a lot of information and inspiration during this process of assimilation of the outer realms. One of them is quite useless, but it might be useful to you.”

"What?"

"Cleanse the hair and marrow!"

"What??"

Hissmore An'er slyly turned to the side and pointed to her delicate, pretty face: "Li Cang, in his seventies or eighties, is at the prime of his life. With the 3/7 base as the core, the flower planting and disaster relief efforts are in dire need of rebuilding. How can he let the weak body of the Bei Dai commander limit his potential?"

"Holy crap?" Li Cang, like a human vampire, managed to suck out wisps of scarlet life energy from An Er's face: "Awesome! 6! Ning is truly a living Yama!"

As we all know, we only have one life, but there are more than one life-threatening event.

Death is much easier than life. It's already quite fragile for the Magician to have lived to this age, walking on thin ice. So fragile that he doesn't even want to taste the bitterness of coffee and can only drink iced cola. Let alone Old Man Bei's silver coins.

"Zi La~"

The sound of the bubbly iced cola being sucked dry in the cracks of the ice was like a death knell, causing Bei Zhikang and the other old men, who were sitting upright on the golden platform of the energy source center of the thirteen large, bio-engineered living structures with the sky island as the core, to shiver in unison.

捏马
曰娘
Damn it!
Is this little Deng planning to pack us all up and send us to Holy Terra to be librarians?
“We now have the assimilation and dimensional ascension process from the outer realms, your control over the life energy of the three phases, and Aunt Rao’s insight into the inner microcosm of life.” Hissmore An’er, with a large red lipstick mark on his face, put on a white coat and was in a state of extreme excitement. His tone was like that of a local: “It’s all taken care of! It’s a sure thing!”

Rao Qifang glanced at Bei Laodeng, then at Zhao Zhongdeng, then at Wu Nansen, and then at that idiot Meng Liang. Ugh, what bad luck! So the instructor gradually started to smile: "Initiation ceremony! I know the process well!"

Li Cang's face then wore a smile that met societal expectations: "Don't move, don't move! These machines are all newly made and in the debugging phase. Reading parameters is quite troublesome. The time has come for the Party and the people to test you. The base needs you!"

At this moment, in this situation, Old Man Bei finally felt a surge of emotion, like a mage saying, "I've spent my whole life building up my health bar just to survive my own skills." His lips twitched, and he forced a broad smile. Unusually, instead of engaging in verbal gymnastics, he patiently and meticulously repeated, "Well, to be fair, I think it's unnecessary to enjoy your retirement in this chaotic world. It's actually a beautiful story. The world is so vast, and heroes are as numerous as fish crossing a river. We old folks should have long ago given way and left the opportunities to you young people!"

"What are you babbling about?" Old Wang waved his hand, his expression stern. "The burden of billions of lives in the world's third-tier cities rests on your shoulders. You're a mature old man now, it's time to learn to live a long and healthy life!"

Bei Zhikang: "I @#￥%..."

The fact that no one wanted the base was already a well-known joke on the entire forum. Like a motherless child, Timi was looking for milk everywhere and crying for milk. The idea of ​​taking him in, from Rao Qifang to Jin Yujing to Zhao Yang, and even the shadowy filial son and grandson of the magician, all came to nothing. Now, as everyone hopes, why did Deng rebel?

"Let's discuss this! Let's discuss this again!" It was Zhao Yang who cried out in protest. Seeing that he was about to be worked to death on the job and then suffer a continuous cycle of death and rebirth, Zhao Yang felt that he was much more wronged than that old man Bei Zhikang: "I still want to live a peaceful life until I die! I've received a salary my whole life and paid taxes and social security my whole life, and I haven't even started receiving my pension yet!"

Li Cang clicked his tongue: "Ha! You already have a job and a salary, and you still want a pension? So you want all the good things in the world, huh?" Hissmore An'er waved his hand lightly: "Yuan Shen, activate~"

The machine is forced to start when the pot is lifted to pour the cakes.

The massive sphere, built on the base of the Sky Island array, and the carrier-based aircraft atop it, resembling the 815, unleashed boundless life energy and source energy like a volcanic eruption. Countless energy shockwaves swept across the entire 3/7 base. Bian Xiu was in charge of the sacrificial ceremony, Rao Qifang was in charge of the initiation, and Li Cang, carrying boundless life energy, washed everything on the central golden platform with an almost brutal force, like a washing machine.

The protective array, like a halo of stars, swirled behind Rao Qifang's head. The instructor smiled and said, "You know, people with skills are different, huh? This thing is actually quite similar to when I underwent my tribulation. I just wonder if this kind of mass forced initiation will affect people's innate aptitude."

An'er pursed her lips and said, "Aunt Rao, it's different. Even after the technology matures, these people won't be completely transformed like you think. They're just, well, their lifespan hasn't ended yet, so they're destined to be welded to their posts!"

"Great! Wonderful!" Rao Qifang pinched Hissmore An'er's little face, and couldn't help but glance at the conspicuous red hickey: "Hmm, come home tonight, Auntie will cook you a couple of dishes, and we'll have a drink!"

They started celebrating ahead of time, they said.

"Holy crap! This old man was really good-looking when he was young! I'm not exaggerating!"

"It's done?"

"It's done!"

"Wow, Aunt Jin, wow..." Old Wang clicked his tongue and winked at Li Cang, "As expected of Aunt Jin, she really has the ability to go toe-to-toe with our mother. But, I'm thinking, her previous face was more interesting. Wow, my little miss, damn, this young man, wow, speaking of which, my Aunt Kong is also quite something."

Li Cang was speechless: "You son of a bitch, shut your mouth right now!"

"Chusheng!" Bei Zhikang cursed energetically, for the first time losing all hope in life. Growing younger as you get older isn't necessarily a good thing; after all, being someone's lackey isn't pleasant. "How can there be such heretics in the world! You worthless wretches! You have absolutely no sense of responsibility or accountability! How can anything get done with little brats like you?"

Bei Zhikang was too exhausted to continue cursing.

Having devoted half his life to his work, Lao Deng's greatest wish was certainly not to die on the job. He was single-mindedly hoping to retire gracefully and find an old lady to push him in his wheelchair to dance in the square and enjoy his golden years. But even with this small wish, he passed away prematurely.

Nobody paid any attention to them.

Even his loyal subordinates, those roughnecks, just blinked a few more times at him, afraid they wouldn't remember his face when reporting to him the next day, and then they left. They just left, damn it. Apart from trying to maintain a polite smile without laughing out loud, they didn't say a single unnecessary word to him.

Congratulations?

What's with the congratulations?

What's there to congratulate?
They seemed to have already foreseen their respective future destinies!

You can see the whole thing at a glance!

It's really strange, is this place cursed? Those who fight for power have no power, those who vie for profit have no profit. The base's cultural faction can't even hold its head up yet, while the former residence has successfully taken over, but the whole timeline is gone!

Ah!
If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too; let's all rely on Licang!

What a misfortune for our family!

After a hasty, reckless, and haphazard day, the vast majority of people in 3/7 of the bases, and indeed most of the leaders of all the bases, continued to play music and dance without even knowing what had happened.

Hissmore An'er sat at the large dining table on Hot Spring Mountain, a beautiful jade pendant and a large red envelope beside him. He took a sip of the wine Rao Qifang had poured for him, his eyes crinkling with a smile: "I've solved your problem, so from now on, I'll be relying on you~"

"If you can talk, then talk more!"

"Hey, do you think she won't hit me after we get married?"

"A universally acknowledged violent maniac, okay? Fighting, mixed doubles, have you ever heard of a mother-in-law/daughter-in-law agreement?"

Hissmore Anel let out a long "Oh," and smiled sweetly, "And you?"

"I'm not you, you're the weirdo!" Li Cang rolled his eyes. "Come on, get up and sit at the same table as Suo Zhihui!"

"Oh, I still have comrades!"

"?"

Old Wang hesitated for a moment, then said as if a nail had been driven into his seat, "Cangzi, I have a question."

"put."

"If I heard correctly, that red-haired girl just said something like 'after marriage'?"

"She said it?"

"Oh, you even went out of your way to emphasize the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship!"

The mage, completely absorbed in his art, suddenly awoke: "Holy crap? Me?"

Old Wang was finally satisfied. He patted Li Cang on the shoulder, leisurely walked around to Tai Xiaoyi's side, and chuckled, "Oh my, do you think there's anything in this world more exciting or thrilling than the incompetent Teacher Cang?"

Tai Xiaoyi thought for a moment: "Really? I heard that a few days ago there was a pretty important reception party, and one of the young ladies from a dance troupe suddenly took leave, almost causing a performance accident?"

"cough cough"

I can't be bothered with this kind of thing.

Tai Xiaoyi poured a pot of fruit tea and moved closer to Li Leisi, who was laughing and joking with Qin Zhenzhen: "Still playing video games? Your house is about to be robbed!"

"Steal what?" Li Leisi glanced over briefly: "Steal my 3 billion in debt? Steal the remaining Li Group's solid assets, oh, liquid assets? We can't use them all, we can't use them all, we'd break our backs from all that effort!"

The poor young lady's eyes widened, her breathing rapid. This woman was incredibly aggressive: "Are you crazy? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Li Leisi chuckled: "I've been wanting to taste that little vixen's flavor for a long time, and this is just what I'm looking for!"

There was something terrifying about this place. Tai Xiaoyi took a half step back solemnly, looking at Qin Zhenzhen and Suo Zhihui with lingering fear: "No, has she always been like this?"

Suo Zhihui gave that teasy smile that Tai Xiaoyi didn't quite like: "Little Miss, you've finally realized it?"

Qin Zhenzhen put down the game console that was playing deathly sound effects, puffed out her cheeks and pouted, her expression difficult, but her tone was very serious: "Yes, Miss, we are all beauties in Sister Leilei's harem. The boss is just a useful tool!"

"_"

"Hehehe, little miss, your expression is so funny!"

What's wrong with my expression?

Completely oblivious to the impending crisis, Qin Zhenzhen hadn't realized that Li Leisi and Suo Zhihui had stopped talking. Her face was expressionless as she said, "That's hilarious."

"Is it funny? Here's something even more interesting. I'll tell your boss your 'tool person' theory verbatim."

"Huh??" Qin Zhenzhen was stunned, staring blankly at the young lady: "A tonic! Young lady, how could you look like this!"

Li Leisi and Suo Zhihui smiled sweetly again and gave each other a high five.

YES.

It's most fun to tease idiots.

Kong Jingqiao, with a face that looks like she's eighteen this year but sixteen next year, walked in through the broken door like a wandering ghost, her face full of confusion and bewilderment, indicating that she didn't really understand what had happened: "So, can anyone tell me what happened?"

Rao Qifang said in a serious tone: "This is called atavism. In a few days, you will start to grow hair. You will have to start learning cooking skills all over again, from the basics of making fire by rubbing sticks together!"

Kong Jingqiao: "???"

Jin Yujing remained calm, but her outfit caused quite a stir among others. She wore white sneakers, super short low-waisted lace-up jeans, a tank top, and pigtails tied with colorful ribbons. She also had a sticker of the "Guardian Array" co-branded with the "Timi" football babe on her face, looking like a TIMI football babe: "Hahaha, invincible! I'm only 28 years old, what business is it of anyone else's? Just tell me!"

Kong Jingqiao's excitement subsided, her lips twitched, and her cheekbones twitched as well: "Something's wrong, it'll affect my height!"

"What?"

"If I dressed like that when I was sixteen, I'd get my legs broken!"

"Tch~" Jin Yujing swayed her hips dismissively, smugly admiring herself in the mirror for a while, and then launched into a tirade: "Leilei, tonight, nightclubs, clubbing, we're going to drink until we drop! I have endless energy with nowhere to vent!"

Li Leisi gestured with her breasts: "You're treating?"

"Okay, I'll go buy a few new nightclubs right now!" Jin Yujing sat down excitedly, starting to work on her business acumen. The thirty-two projection screens could hardly keep up with her micro-management and dynamic visuals: "Awesome, comfortable, this is the way capitalists should live! What kind of life did I live before! Rao Qifang, you are guilty of heinous crimes!"

Rao Qifang was stunned, then retorted, "What did I do wrong? What did I do wrong again? I haven't even scolded you for making such a fool of yourself! What are you barking about like a dog?"

Jin Yujing argued vehemently: "Ah, the three of us are sworn brothers, and you're living your 28th year while we're supposed to live our 38th, 48th, 58th, and 68th years? Are you even human?"

Kong Jingqiao: "You're only fifty-eight! You're only fifty-eight!!"

"emmmmm"

Now there's going to be another argument, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is one of them.

"Miss, did Aunt Kong say what we're having for dinner today?" Li Cang came over and sat on the sofa, his dog sneakily inquiring, "We can't go hungry, can we?"

Li Leisi and Qin Zhenzhen giggled and tucked their feet into Li Cang's arms: "It's highly likely we won't be able to eat Aunt Kong's cooking. If no one stops them, they can argue all day long!"

"What if someone stops us?"

"Heh, you don't want to sleep tonight?"

"Oh"

Tai Xiaoyi said, "I'm feeling lazy and don't want to move. Teacher Cang, how about you make a big stew or a barbecue instead?"

"Not at all," Master Wang said, sounding like a wise man. "The red-haired girl is still here. We're definitely going to have some good stuff and delicious soup today. Hey, Cangzi, fish, from the back mountain, let's have an extra meal. Want to come?"

Qin Zhenzhen asked curiously, "Why do we suddenly want to go fishing? And we're all freezing!"

"Let's chisel holes in the ice, we're just killing time anyway, what else can we do but try to break up a fight?" Old Wang grabbed a handful of melon seeds: "By the piece... um... by the pound, 50 coins per bet."

Gambling addict Cangmiao went online: "Come on!"

Qin Zhenzhen wholeheartedly agreed, afraid of getting splattered with blood: "Then let's go fishing, count me in!"

"I'm not going!" Li Leisi sneered. "I'm all dressed up like a little cake today! And you expect me to go fishing with two idiots like you? Are you crazy?! You, Guangkouping, shut up too! You're not going!"

"Oh," Qin Zhenzhen pouted, "Then let's go to the pond to dig ice holes and catch crabs and frogs, shall we? I want to eat!"

Suo Zhihui looked up: "Just send them. What's so great about fishing? They can sit there all day, like weighing frogs!"

"How can those be the same?"

"Oh, you don't dare."

"What? What do you mean I wouldn't dare! I'm a perfect man, a towering figure, a superhuman, you know that?!"

"Ah, yes, yes, yes!"

Upon hearing that Li Cang and Lao Wang were going to lease the fishpond, Rao Qifang immediately stopped arguing and called a retreat: "I'll bet my big son, two hundred!"

Kong Jingqiao: "I'm betting on Xiao Zhong, Li Cang won't allow cheating!"

"Hey, what are you saying? Do you think my son is that kind of person? How can someone with such a cold and heartless mouth utter such words!"

"Ha, like mother, like son!"

"You old woman!"

"I'm still young!"

"Painted Skin!"

"you--"

Aunt Kong has several ponds on the back mountain where she raises forest frogs, some large and some small. The frogs hibernate in the silt after the water dries up. Li Cang and Lao Wang each chose a small pond and prepared to open the pond to inspect the frogs.

"Place your bets now! One game decides the winner. Pick me, and I, Wang, guarantee a win!"

"Ha, what credibility can you find in the words of someone who's forgotten even their own last name?"

Even the Mimi insect race probably hadn't enjoyed such a heavenly level of treatment. It was just two tiny, dry ponds, a few meters in diameter, filled with fallen leaves and withered grass, yet they were teeming with people, three or four layers deep. People from all over the hot spring mountain had come to watch the excitement, or to place bets. Rao Qifang, Kong Jingqiao, and Jin Yujing were the proctors, and Li Cang Lao Wang was in charge of the execution. The immortals were lined up like hemp.

The ice cap was lifted, and the truth came to light.

Old Wang was shocked: "No, this isn't right, is it?"

Loach, eel, river crab, shrimp, various small fish, and even a rather large cold-water mandarin fish and a white-spotted salmon lay half-dead in the only remaining puddle of water, no bigger than a bathtub. But there wasn't a single forest frog, not one.

Li Cang let out a mocking laugh: "Haha, ha, I win—"

Dry.

It was covered with withered grass.

The carrots in the pit were neatly arranged, their green leaves still intact, their tips pointing inwards, like a blooming flower.

“I hate rabbits,” Li Cang said expressionlessly. “Let’s roast two later. Hmm, pack these carrots up and give them to Aunt Kong as a side dish.”

Amidst laughter, Qin Zhenzhen picked up a carrot and crunched it: "This seems to be just a regular carrot, um. It's just sweeter!"

The carrot is just a regular carrot, but the rabbit is no ordinary rabbit; it's a comedic character from an animated film, and this thing has a touch of the wicked in it.

Old Wang didn't care about the unlucky rabbit; he figured the rabbit would behave itself once he dug up the big turtle too. He was more concerned about his betting operation: "Where's the toad? Let's go again?"

Gambler Cangmiao shouted, "Again!"

Hissmore An'er's family banquet was quite grand. The top-notch setup of Kong Jingqiao, Tai Xiaoyi, Lao Wang, and Li Cang would make anyone drool. What's more, Rao Qifang also gave out red envelopes and a "nothing to worry about" plaque with self-evident meaning.

The base, a certain conference room, was also quite grand.

Bei Zhikang, Wu Nansen, the old strategist, and others, their faces no longer young, were buried in a mountain of official documents, exchanging bewildered glances. Zhao Yang, in particular, was utterly despondent: "I fucking survived the leadership transition and the talent show, dodged every single crisis that came my way, and now I'm stuck in the same pit as you bunch of old fogies, all because of this! Why? I'm about to retire!"

"You? Retire? Ha!" Bei Zhikang raised an eyelid: "I can't even retire, so why should you? You're so young and already daydreaming?"

Zhao Yang argued vehemently: "How can that be the same! Seventy or eighty years old is the prime of life! I'm different from you! I'm young! My manhood still works! I have plenty of women and a world of pleasures waiting for me to enjoy! Unlike you, you're willing but unable, whether you retire or not doesn't matter, since you can't do anything else anyway!"

"You little brat, you motherfucker?!"

A bunch of old fogies, neither acting nor speaking, all have something to say, each fighting their own battle, arguing so fiercely it's like the world is turning upside down. When I was old and almost on my deathbed, I was treated like a beast of burden. Now that I'm young and old again, you still want me to be treated like a beast of burden? Then I've been working hard for nothing!

"cowry--"

When Feng Yuanqing opened the conference room door, he was greeted by this chaotic scene, and immediately retreated without hesitation.

Wow, this young man is something else! He's got boundless energy, worth four "fucks".

"Boss, boss, why are you out again?" Wearing black stockings, stilettos, an A-line skirt, and a blazer, with a pen used as a hairpin to hold her hair back, Jiang Tu exuded a professional yet disheveled beauty that captivated anyone's heart. "Didn't you have something to transfer?"

"Hehe!" Feng Yuanqing exhaled a breath of stale air and smiled, "No rush, there's no need to urge us on future work!"

"What do you mean? Boss, did you just smile at me?"

"No."

"You have!"

"Shut up, this is the workplace!"

"Oh, if work isn't an option, then when will you come to my house?"

What would I do at your house?

"also!"

"?"

"What I mean is..." Jiang Tu's big eyes darted around, a sly glint in her eyes, "How about we talk about work?"

Feng Yuanqing muttered, "Let's talk about work!"

This chapter was written intermittently while I was suffering from the flu. My mental state is worrying. I can't fix it anymore; I have PTSD and just seeing this chapter makes me annoyed.
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Master Qin is getting ready to have surgery, which will take about one or two months. Uh, to be honest, folks, the timing is a little tricky. Anyway, I hope the surgery goes well and I'm back to my rightful place, and that my mom didn't secretly blow me up!