But seeing her mother's expectant and encouraging eyes, Juanjuan still tried to think of how to coax her father while snuggling closer to him.

"Daddy~"

A soft, sweet voice came from inside.

Bai Tian looked down and saw a fair-skinned, slightly chubby face looking at him with a shy and adorable expression.

"Daddy, do you like rain?"

Bai Tian nodded: "I like it! After it rains, there's a very comforting smell. Does Juanjuan like rain?"

"I didn't like it before, but I like it now."

Why did Bai Tian raise his eyebrows?

The little guy gave him a comforting smile: "Because Daddy, Mommy, and my brothers are all so nice! When we're together, I'm not afraid!"

The child brought it up.

Bai Tian recalled the memories he received when he first transmigrated, and couldn't help but curse the original owner a few times.

It is true that respect for the dead is paramount, but beating one's wife, beating one's children, not supporting one's family, and not taking responsibility are things that cannot be whitewashed.

The summer rains come quickly and disappear quickly.

Looking at the muddy ground, Jiang Dai sighed, "Sometimes I really miss the cement roads."

What is a cement road?

Juanjuan didn't miss any opportunity to ask questions.

She couldn't understand or ask about the whispers her parents were making in their hearts.

But of course, you have to ask questions when your mother says it to your face.

Looking up at her little girl, who was waiting for her explanation, Jiang Dai began, "A cement road is..."

“My mother had a dream in which there was a place that looked like a fairyland. The roads there were made of cement, hard and smooth, so that even a horse-drawn carriage wouldn’t bump when it ran on them.”

"Moreover, the gods there don't ride in horse-drawn carriages; they ride in a kind of vehicle that looks like a small house, has wheels, and can move on its own."

"There are also flying planes in the sky, called..."

Juanjuan tried to answer quickly: "Flying chicken!"

She knew that! Her father had muttered to himself before.

Not only are there flying chickens, but there are also lots and lots of chickens.

"It is indeed an airplane, but not a hen that lays eggs, it's a spinning machine. People can sit inside the airplane, and then it whooshes down to a very far place."

"There is also a small box that you can hold in your hand and talk to people far away, and even see people in the distance."

This was the first time Juanjuan had heard such a detailed explanation from her mother.

Words I couldn't understand before now seem to appear vaguely before my eyes, and I can roughly guess their meaning.

My mother said it was a fairyland in her dream.

But Juanjuan knew that was where her parents used to live.

No wonder my parents always wanted to go back.

Who wouldn't want to go to such a heavenly place?

Bai Yunxing also stopped what he was doing and listened attentively for the first time to his mother tell him about that magical dynasty where everyone was equal.

Perhaps, that was no longer a dynasty.

The people are happy, there are no external threats, and no internal troubles. Isn't that the prosperous era that the Mu family has wanted to see for generations?

Bai Yunqi slowly approached: "No spiritual energy, yet it can still fly? And it can move so fast? And it can transmit sound over long distances?"

No, what kind of world is this?

If someone can act like a cultivator without spiritual energy, then what's the point of cultivating at all?

Bai Yun'an simply smiled slightly.

The world before the apocalypse seemed pretty good, except for one thing...

You can't just kill or set fires anywhere; from this perspective, ancient times were much more convenient.

After all, he has space.

These days he eats half at home and then secretly gets some food outside to make up for it.

There are already quite a few things stored in the space.

When he got to the capital, he wanted to... secretly add some excitement.