Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Happy New Year, my family.

She lay down and closed her eyes.

This time, she slept very soundly.

On the 24th day of the twelfth lunar month, we sweep the house.

Before dawn, Zhu Zhuqing stood in front of Ling Feng's door with a copper basin in her hand.

She got up earlier than usual today, not because Ling Feng had given the order, but because last night Ning Rongrong held her hand and said, "Sister Zhuqing, we're cleaning the house tomorrow. Get up early so we can clean the main hall together!"

She agreed, so she woke up early.

"Come in."

Ling Feng's voice came from inside.

Zhu Zhuqing pushed open the door and went in. Ling Feng had already gotten up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, his black hair was loose, he was barefoot, and he was reading a book in his hand.

He looked very focused as he read, his brows slightly furrowed and his lips pressed into a thin line.

Zhu Zhuqing placed the copper basin on the shelf, stepped aside, and waited.

Ling Feng didn't look up, turned the page, and continued reading.

"Holy Son, the water is cold."

Zhu Zhuqing stood there for a while, then couldn't help but speak.

Ling Feng looked up at her, closed the book, stood up, walked to the copper basin, and bent down to wash his face.

He washed his face, dried it, threw the towel into the basin, and turned to look at her.

What day is it today?

Zhu Zhuqing was taken aback.

"The 24th day of the twelfth lunar month."

Ling Feng nodded.

"Sweep the house."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Ah."

Ling Feng walked out of the room.

"Follow."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Why is the Holy Son so concerned about dates today?

He doesn't even care about the Chinese New Year normally.

Inside the offering hall, Ning Rongrong was already busy.

She was wearing old clothes, with a cloth wrapped around her head, and holding a broom, sweeping the floor of the main hall.

Her nine-jeweled glazed pagoda spun in her palm, its seven-colored light illuminating the entire hall.

Seeing Ling Feng and Zhu Zhuqing approaching, she stopped what she was doing and smiled.

"Brother Holy Son, Sister Zhuqing, you've arrived!"

Ling Feng looked at her.

"You're up so early?"

Ning Rongrong nodded.

"Yes! Today I'm cleaning the house, and I'm going to make sure the main hall is spotless!"

Ling Feng looked at the main hall. Half of the floor had been swept, and some trash was piled up in the corner.

He nodded.

"good."

Ning Rongrong smiled even more brightly.

"Brother Holy Son, go ahead and do your work."

This is up to me and Sister Zhuqing.

Ling Feng looked at her.

"I'm fine."

I'll sweep too.

Ning Rongrong was stunned.

"Brother Holy Son, are you going to clean the Hall of Offerings?"

Ling Feng nodded.

"Ah."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

She had never seen the Holy Son clean the house.

He spends his days either practicing meditation or handling official business, and he hardly eats.

We have to clean the house today?

She looked at Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuqing looked at her too; both of them were stunned.

Jin Chen ran in from outside the offering hall, holding a broom in his hand and with a cloth wrapped around his head, looking extremely comical.

"Boss! You're here to clean the house too?"

Ling Feng looked at him.

"Ah."

Jin Chen grinned.

"Great! Let's sweep together!"

He handed the broom to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took the broom, looked at it, and began sweeping.

Jin Chen also picked up a broom and started sweeping the floor.

He swept very hard, and dust flew everywhere, making Ning Rongrong cough.

"Brother Jin Chen, be gentle! The dust is flying everywhere!"

Jin Chen scratched his head.

"Oh.

it is good. "

He softened his grip and swept more slowly.

Dugu Yan walked in from outside the offering hall, wearing old clothes and holding a rag in her hand.

She stared blankly at Ling Feng and Jin Chen sweeping the floor.

"Are you sweeping too?"

Ning Rongrong nodded.

"Yes! Brother Shengzi is here to help too."

Dugu Yan looked at Ling Feng, a slight smile playing on her lips.

“Brother Lingfeng, the way you sweep the floor is actually quite impressive.”

Ling Feng didn't say anything and continued sweeping.

Hu Liena also arrived, dressed in old clothes and holding a rag in her hand.

She looked at Dugu Yan.

"Sister Yan, let's clean the windows."

Dugu Yan nodded.

"it is good."

The two walked to the window and began to wipe it.

The windows were too high for them to reach, so Hu Liena moved a chair over and stood on it to wipe them.

Dugu Yan was supporting her from below.

Be careful.

Hu Liena nodded.

"Ah."

Xie Yue and Yan also arrived.

Xie Yue was wearing old clothes and holding a rag in his hand, while Yan was wearing old clothes and carrying a bucket of water.

Xie Yue looked at Yan.

"You fetch water, I'll mop the floor."

Yan nodded.

"it is good."

Xie Yue squatted down and began wiping the floor.

He was very meticulous, wiping each bluestone slab clean.

Yan followed behind him, carrying a bucket of water, ready to change it for him whenever needed.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the center of the main hall, watching these usually high-ranking Title Douluo, Soul Douluo, and Soul Emperors, all dressed in old clothes, carrying brooms, rags, and buckets, busily cleaning.