How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

I wonder which bastard got so lucky...

Thank you so much for spending another day with me. I'm really starting to love this world more and more...

"Black...Sun..."

The girl murmured softly.

"Ah, are you talking in your sleep?"

Hei Yang raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong, Hei Yang?"

"Hei, Hei Yang... is a big bastard!"

You're the big jerk!

Hei Yang couldn't help but retort, "You're always cursing me in your dreams, aren't you? If you keep this up, I won't fan you anymore!"

"Zzzzzz..."

Outside the door, four pairs of eyes peeked out from the crack.

"Mmm, my little Li is so cute..."

Lan Yuying covered her mouth, her eyes full of concern.

"Wow, Yiyi, your Xiaoyang is so cute too! Oh my god, they're all so adorable!"

"Keep your voice down..."

Qing Yiyi frowned and patted her best friend: "You're peeking, don't get caught!"

"Hey, we're your moms! What's wrong with being caught peeking?!"

"Well-founded and convincing!"

"Um……"

Hong Xiaochen frowned, then suddenly spoke up: "They're a perfect match! Mu Guang, what do you say..."

"Shh-"

Hei Muguang gently patted his friend, carefully pushed open the door, and went inside.

"Uh, uh..."

Hei Yang's eyelids gradually closed, and his hand movements gradually became smaller.

"pat"

The fan fell to the ground.

Hei Yang swayed, his head suddenly lunging forward, only to be gently caught by a large hand.

Hei Muguang gently hugged his son, turned to look at the other three, and whispered.

"Sleep."

"That……"

Qing Yiyi paused for a moment, then turned to look at the sky outside the window: "It's time to go."

"dinner?"

Lan Yuying looked inquisitive.

"No, let's eat at home."

Qing Yiyi waved her hand.

"Wait until Xiaoyang wakes up..."

Hei Muguang looked down at his son in his arms and whispered, "Let's eat after he wakes up."

"Little child, fall asleep..."

Hong Xiaochen said softly, "He'll probably wake up tomorrow."

"It's alright, it's nothing..."

"Will you come tomorrow?"

"liquor?"

"uh-huh."

"Give it up."

"Sure?"

"Let's talk about it when the child grows up."

"Okay, I'll go dig a hole in the backyard and bury it..."

"Bury it tighter..."

"Relax..."

"........."

Lan Yuying gently picked up the fan, sat down next to her daughter, and continued fanning herself.

“Ee-hmm…first of all…”

Hongli mumbled incoherently in her sleep: "First... wait..."

"First of all, what?"

Lan Yuying smiled and teased softly, "Who are you waiting for?"

"first……"

Hongli stopped talking in her sleep for a few minutes, then suddenly started talking indistinctly again.

"First... you have to grow up... wait until you grow up..."

"What's the point of looking forward to growing up...?"

Lan Yuying shook her head helplessly and chuckled, looking at her daughter's little face as she softly sang.

"My little girl, cherish every moment. May you grow up slowly, and may I grow old slowly. I want to stay with you... a little longer..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 240: Others start retiring at sixty-eight, but I started at eighteen, saving me fifty years of detours!

It's been three days already...

Within the white space, Hong Butian sat motionless, quietly cross-legged, his spiritual energy surging rhythmically within his body. He absorbed strand after strand of spiritual energy, continuously strengthening his foundation.

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!"

He heard a strange sound, as if someone was doing push-ups next to him.

Hong Butian ignored it; it was just interference, what could he do about it?

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Heavy footsteps sounded, as if someone was running wildly, but it sounded like they were about to reach their limit.

"Help! Help! Someone please save me!"

Desperate cries came from afar, so poignant they evoked sympathy.

Help me out? Who's going to sympathize with you? Go away!

"Boss, look at this kid, he's not moving at all, he must have passed out, otherwise we..."

A sneaky voice rang out: "Give him... hehehe..."

Hehehe my foot! What the hell are you trying to do? Ha, you're trying to mess with my Dao mind, useless!

"That makes sense. Go and take his pants off!"

Hong Butian: "???"

This illusion is quite realistic, isn't it? He could actually feel his clothes being tugged. As expected of a major immortal sect, their foundation is indeed powerful.

hiss……

Why do I feel a cool breeze blowing from behind? It must be my imagination, right? Hmm, it's just my imagination.

But what if it's true...?

Ha, absolutely impossible!

"Bah! This Wuliang Sword Sect is quite a tough nut to crack; they splattered blood all over my face!"

"Hehe, even if it's tough, we still managed to take it down."

After the Sword Sect Master died, only a bunch of ants were left to be slaughtered!

"Hmm? There's actually someone here, only at the first level of Qi Refining..."

Hong Butian felt the hairs on the back of his head stand on end, as if death itself was licking his life. He felt an itchy sensation on his neck, and it seemed as if some liquid was trickling down his collar...

This is too unbelievable. Even if a powerful expert from the Wuliang Sword Sect resists, what can he do if he can defeat him?