How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Xiao Huo's smile froze, and she quickly reached out and pinched her cheek, regaining her serious expression.

"Sorry, I couldn't adjust it just now."

"It's fine to adjust it now."

Hongli sighed, looked at Heiyang, and whispered, "Listen carefully, I'll count to three, two, one, and you play dead, three, two, one!"

"Huh? What are you counting?"

A question mark appeared above Hei Yang's head. He only realized what was happening when he saw Hong Li gently tapping his neck with her fingers.

"Oh no, I'm dead!"

Hei Yang stuck out his tongue, tilted his head to the side at a 90-degree angle, and then swayed and fell to the ground.

However, Hei Yang fell down very slowly, so slowly that Hong Li had already spread the blanket out on the ground before she saw Hei Yang collapse onto it.

[Hei Yang: Where's the pillow? Are you trying to send a beggar away?! Does playing a dead person mean you don't deserve a boxed lunch?!]

[Hong Li: Shut up, you dead man.]

[Hei Yang: Ahem, I suggest replacing "human" with "ghost"; it sounds more friendly.]

[Hongli: Get lost!]

"Ahem, very good, Little Fire, look over here."

Hongli pointed to Heiyang on the blanket. He was lying there, his hands folded in front of his chest, his face peaceful. He died with a great sense of ritual.

Hong Li's lips twitched, barely suppressing the urge to stomp the guy back to life, and she opened her eyes and said, "This is a dead Black Sun, do you see it?"

"Ah this..."

Xiao Huo always felt that real teachers wouldn't teach like this.

She blinked, looking at her father, who was lying on the ground like a professional corpse, and felt a little uneasy.

But her parents are both performing their duties diligently, so she certainly can't let them down.

Maybe her parents wanted to train her acting skills so she could fool bad guys in the future...

Xiao Huo tried her best to align her parents with the positive and righteous side. She looked at her father, trying to force a sad expression on her face.

She then caught a glimpse of her father secretly reaching out to scratch his cheek, before instantly putting his hand down.

Hongli: "..."

Little Fire: "..."

No, she can't do it!

Xiao Huo bit her lip, thinking, "How can I pretend to be sad like this?!"

"hiss……"

A tic-tac-toe sign popped out on Hong Li's head. She looked at Hei Yang, who was secretly scratching his hand again, kicked off her shoes, and stomped on his chest.

"Go to hell, you bastard!"

Hei Yang suddenly opened his eyes, then rolled his eyes back and closed them again.

"Little Fire, did you hear the sound of bones breaking...?"

Xiao Huo looked at his father, who had been stepped on by his mother, with beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. In that case, his father's acting did seem a bit too realistic!

[Black Sun: Give me back my life!]

[Black Sun: Give me back my life!]

[Hongli: Get lost, you dishonest dog!]

[Hongli: You're just deliberately trying to make yourself look good, aren't you! You bastard!]

[Hong Li: You better die a good death!]

Hongli sighed, finally able to focus on explaining. She withdrew her foot...

[Black Sun: Wait!]

[Hongli: Huh? What is it now?]

[Black Sun: Don't go, keep stepping on me!]

[Hongli: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ]

"Kacha!"

Xiao Huo heard the sound of bones breaking again. She looked at her father's face; he seemed to have passed away quite happily, perhaps...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 361 Strong Wind and Frost Warnings: Widespread Temperature Drop Accelerates Southward, Low Temperatures in Many Areas

"Look closely, this is the Nirvana Fire. Feel it and see how it differs from yours."

Inside Yang Li's courtyard.

While Hong Li stood expressionlessly on Hei Yang's corpse with one foot, she tossed the Nirvana Fire in her hand to Xiao Huo, who caught it eagerly.

"Hey!"

Little Fire grasped the Nirvana Flame in one hand, and then his ahoge (cowlick) instantly stood up.

"Ah, it's so hot, so hot..."

Watching Xiao Huo toss the Nirvana Flame alternately with both hands, as if he had burned himself eating a sweet potato in the dead of winter, a row of black lines appeared on Hong Li's head.

"Keep it down, keep it low. The burning sensation is fake; it's just a surge of vitality trying to attach itself..."

Hongli waved her hand and sighed, "You won't get hurt at all. Just think of it as burning maternal love."

"Eh?"

Little Fire was stunned for a moment, then looked at the fair little hand and exclaimed in surprise, "Really? You're not injured! That's amazing!"

"Hey, daughter, you're a Fire Crane, your innate talent is fire. Don't act like you've never seen anything like this before."

Hong Li revealed her dead fish eyes and said in a low voice, "As the saying goes, a person lives for their face, and a tree lives for its bark."

Even if you encounter something you've never seen before, don't act like you're ignorant and pretend you don't know anything when asked!

Of course, I won't pretend to be your mom. I'm useless. I'm just telling you...

"What are you teaching this child...?"

The corpse of Hei Yang, lying on the ground, couldn't help but complain.

"Pretending to know what you don't is the mark of a complete idiot. If you don't understand, just ask!"

"Shut up, you corpse! What are you talking about, you dead man!"

Hong Li gritted her teeth and slightly pushed off with the soles of her feet: "Go to hell!"

"His~~"

Hei Yang closed his eyes peacefully once again.

"Tsk..."

Hongli glanced at Heiyang, rolled her eyes, and continued to instruct Xiaohuo.

"Well, the first step is to try to sense the life force within it and coexist peacefully with it. Once you can no longer feel the burning sensation, you've passed the test."

Hong Li thought for a moment and said, "Let me show you the advanced form of the Nirvana Fire Divine Power first. To be honest, I feel sorry for your dad lying on the ground all this time."

"Uh……"

Xiao Huo wanted to say, "Didn't you throw Dad on the ground, Mom?" But seeing her father's example, she decided to remain silent.

"Phew, Hei Yang, hang in there, I'll help you up from the ground right away!"

Hongli took a deep breath, and under Xiao Huo's terrified gaze, she stomped down, turning her father into a scattered ball of flames.

"Hey, don't look at me like that! I didn't even touch him! It was just a fake defeat cutscene he created!"

Hongli popped a tic-tac-toe sign into her head and shook her white-socked feet to indicate that she hadn't actually stepped on the ground yet.

"Phew, whatever, just watch closely..."

Hongli sighed, withdrew her small feet, put on her shoes, and watched with Xiaohuo transform into a butterfly—cough, cremation, no, that's not quite right either…

Watching the self-directed and self-acted defeat cutscene with Xiao Huo, he turned into a black sun of Mars.

The sparks scattered everywhere, then transformed into black suns, all revealing dead fish eyes as they stared at the red glass fire.

"As long as there is even a tiny spark of Nirvana flame, it can burn spiritual energy to restore the original state."

Hongli pointed to the black suns and explained.

"Wow, so many dads!"

Little Fire stared at the Black Suns in shock, then suddenly exclaimed with delight, "Little Fire's dads have suddenly multiplied to dozens! Does that mean no kid will dare mess with Little Fire? I'm the king of the kids, haha... Ah!"

Little Huo covered her head, looked up at her mother who had withdrawn her hand, and pouted: "Mom, you're bullying Little Huo..."

"Ahem, this is a family tradition; you can carry it on from now on."