How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Haha, forgive him, as the older brother, he really didn't want to go up and mediate the fight.

In fact, he didn't need to persuade them; Hong Butian knew they knew what they were doing.

At least Xiaoyang has a sense of propriety. That child was mature and steady from a young age, but as he grew older, he became more and more childish and naive.

For a time, Hong Butian even felt that Xiao Yang was the older brother and he was the younger cousin.

"That's it..."

Zhao Zhuji nodded thoughtfully, looked around, and commented with a smile, "Not bad!"

"That would definitely be great."

Hong Butian accepted the praise without hesitation.

"I mean, at least it's tidy!"

"It's not just about being neat."

"..."

"..."

"Will I die if you don't argue with me?!"

"will not."

"Phew... okay, okay."

Zhao Zhuji sighed, then suddenly remembered something and whispered, "Speaking of which, where are your parents, um, I mean, your uncles and aunts?"

Why didn't I see you when I got back? Don't you live together?

"Ah, that's not true."

Hong Butian waved his hand: "It's broad daylight, and they didn't even give us a heads-up when they came back. It's normal that they're not home; they're busy with work, after all."

"But then again..."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji speechlessly: "Do you all like to become outlaws after you start cultivating?"

I was still knocking on the door when you jumped over the wall.

"Ah...uh..."

Zhao Zhuji turned her head away guiltily and whispered, "Well, it's not your house, and you were there, so it doesn't count as trespassing, right?"

I was thinking of opening the door for you after we went inside!

"But how did you open the door? I didn't see you..."

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian curiously and guessed, "You always carry the house key with you. It's like a traveler holding the house key while away from home is connected to his distant home?"

"Uh, it's not that kind of poetic melancholy..."

Hong Butian waved his hand awkwardly with a laugh: "Just kidding. I ran away from home in such a hurry back then, how could I have had time to take any keys?"

"to be honest……"

Hong Butian sighed, then chuckled and lamented, "I didn't even know if I'd come back alive back then. Wouldn't having the house key just make me more hesitant and timid?"

"then you……"

"Oh, let me tell you a little secret."

Hong Butian whispered, "Nine out of ten houses in Five Colors City have some empty space on the inside wall of their main gate to store spare keys."

As for the remaining one, well, they simply can't be bothered to close it.

"???"

A row of question marks appeared above Zhao Zhuji's head: "Then what's the difference between locking the door and not locking it? Doesn't everyone know that..."

"Strangers wouldn't know."

Hong Butian waved his hand and said leisurely, "Besides, who really wants to be a thief but walks through the main gate?"

They were all scaling walls, crawling through dog holes, and digging tunnels—the main gate was really just for decoration.

"Just like you."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji and gave an example: "You climbing over the wall proves that the gate served its intended purpose, doesn't it?"

"Ah, that makes perfect sense and is irrefutable."

Zhao Zhuji revealed her crescent-shaped eyes, speechless.

"..."

"..."

For no apparent reason, the two of them suddenly froze and fell into an eerie silence.

Just like in a classroom where everyone is chatting enthusiastically, no one shouts "The teacher is coming!" but suddenly there will be an eerie silence from time to time, and everyone will quiet down.

Then everyone looked at each other with lingering fear and laughed, hahaha, you scared me! Then they continued to laugh and giggle, cough cough!

The atmosphere in the suddenly quiet room became somewhat eerie.

Their eyes met accidentally, and in their hallucinations, little peach blossoms fluttered about, turning the background pink for a moment.

"that……"

Zhao Zhuji whispered, "What are your uncle and aunt's tempers like?"

"Ha, then she must have an incredibly good temper."

Hong Butian laughed and pointed to himself: "I've lived this long and haven't been beaten to death, doesn't that prove something?"

Zhao Zhuji: "..."

"makes sense……"

Zhao Zhuji sighed.

"What...what are you doing???"

Zhao Zhuji was terrified when she saw the hand that suddenly landed on her shoulder and the face of someone who was instantly close to her. Her face turned pale and her mind went blank.

What should I do now?

Not resist? Not resist at all? Or resist a little and then surrender? Or pretend that you can't resist?

"A gem!"

Hong Butian took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Zhuji with a serious expression: "Um, I wanted to tell you..."

"Um……"

Zhao Zhuji's face flushed, and she responded in a voice barely above a whisper, "Go ahead."

"Ok!"

Hong Butian mustered his courage and spoke firmly.

"You brat, where have you been? Come out here right now!"

Zhao Zhuji: "???"

Hong Butian: "???"

"what's the situation?"

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian with a question mark in her eyes: "Was it you who spoke just now!?"

"how could it be possible!"

Hong Butian rolled his eyes: "It seems like some annoying old guy has arrived. Let's just close the door."

"Ah this..."

……

When Hei Yang Hong Li arrived, she saw Elder Piao A Piao and Hong Butian exchanging barbs from a distance, while Zhao Zhu Ji sat expressionless to the side, her eyes filled with speechlessness.

Only when she occasionally heard a few novel words or grammar rules would she cast a surprised glance, then nod thoughtfully, silently absorbing the profound and extensive culture of the Aoyou world.

"Hey! You don't need to listen to that kind of thing so carefully!"

Hei Yang couldn't help but complain out loud, looking at the situation on the scene with a black line on his face.

"My evaluation is..."

Listening to the insults exchange between Hong Butian and Elder Piao A Piao, Hong Li commented with disdain, "It's just a bunch of weaklings pecking at each other."

"Don't even mention comparing them to the two of us; their skills aren't even as good as Hei Xiaolong's."

"Let's not even talk about those old, tired jokes. If it weren't for my broad knowledge, I might not even understand them, let alone others."

Hongli waved her hand and complained, "Not to mention some of the rhymes that even little kids think are childish, plus there are homophones, wow, what the heck!"

"I'm talking about you..."

Hei Yang pinched and tugged at Hong Li's cheek: "Is that something to brag about? Huh? Huh? Huh?"

“Ahhhhhhhh…”

Hongli spoke with a lisp, whimpering, "I know, I know, if you keep pulling the child I'll start drooling..."