Mo Qingcheng was exasperated by Farm Jun's antics. How could he possibly be so difficult?

I've seen people who are a pain in the neck, ... but I've never seen anyone who's so terrible to their owner.

As she descended, Mo Qingcheng cursed under her breath. Perhaps due to the barrier, the power in her meridians seemed to be drained away all at once.

Farm Man blinked: "Little Witch, are you still alive?"

"What do you think?" Mo Qingcheng gritted her teeth, feeling as if she were standing alone on a glacier, shivering from the cold.

I swallowed a handful of cold-resistant pills, but they were completely useless; I was still shivering all over. For some reason, I thought of the Siberian Wren, and the shivering was killing me…

Inside the space, the children looked on with worry. They asked the farm owner, "Will something happen to our mother?"

The farm owner patted his chest and assured him there would be absolutely no problem, hehe... at most, he'd suffer a little...

The children were extremely worried; their mother had been tricked!

Mu Yunchuan was the first to react: "Second sister, should we make some preparations?"

"Of course! I'll go and prepare poison for Mother right away..." Mu Wanqing grinned. Now she could openly tinker with these things, right?

"I'm going to make some hidden weapons for my mother..." Mu Yunchuan turned and left.

What is Bai Zimo like? "What can I do?"

Bai Yunfei curled her lips: "You're completely useless, how dare you stand here?"

Bai Ziming: "..." You brat, just you wait...

The children went about their own business, hoping their mother would never need these things...

As the story unfolds, Mo Qingcheng's body involuntarily began to fall, a feeling of imbalance causing her extreme discomfort.

What kind of crappy place is this?

Demon Realm?

It's probably not a proper passage...

"Farmer..."

"I'm already in arrears!" Farmer said, infuriatingly.

Mo Qingcheng: "..." Can't we just have a pleasant conversation?

A chill ran through her bones. Mo Qingcheng tightened her cloak, mentally cursing the Demon King's ancestors for eighteen generations.

As the temperature dropped, Mo Qingcheng gritted her teeth and persevered while practicing her martial arts to resist the attack.

Fire Dragon Technique... as long as you control it well, you'll never have to worry about freezing again...

Farmer couldn't help but gasp; it seemed the little witch had really gotten herself into trouble...

Don't be afraid! This means Bai Yi and the others will suffer along with us!

Heaven has mercy! Bai Yi, Hei Yi, Mo Yi, and Mo San were attacked by a mysterious person one after another, fell into the Demon Realm, and barely survived.

Mo Qingcheng learned the news a day later and gave Farm Jun a severe beating.

Farmer curled his lip, "Fine, let him say it. It's not like I have to pay him anything..."

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden wave of heat hit her. Caught off guard, Mo Qingcheng nearly died.

"Little Junjun, aren't you going to tell the truth?" Mo Qingcheng also lost her temper. She had been tricked so badly, why didn't she tell her?

Farmer's eyes flickered slightly: "Little witch, now is not the time. The less you know, the better."

Mo Qingcheng couldn't bother talking to Farmer. It was getting hotter and hotter, a real contrast of hot and cold, and it was killing her.

Such a good place, I should stop and cultivate for a while... Mo Qingcheng silently calculated in her heart, found a place where she could settle down, where the flames were a little less, and sat cross-legged.

"Hiss..." Mo Qingcheng groaned, her whole body burning.

What kind of flame is this? How come it seems to be even hotter than the flames I use for refining pills?

A tiny flame burrowed into her veins, wandering around. Mo Qingcheng let out another muffled groan, almost biting her tongue, as she guided the flame to travel throughout her body...

After an unknown amount of time, suddenly an unidentified flying object hurtled towards Mo Qingcheng...