Unable to find Yingbao, they had no choice but to go home.

Heaven.

The woman in green stepped through the void, holding a Netherworld Sword in her hand. Her expression was cold and solemn, like the extreme cold of ice in the snow, or like a celestial maiden, untouchable.

She held a sharp sword and slowly slashed at the tightest red thread in the Yue Lao Temple.

"No... Ah, no, Lord Ye." The Old Man of the Moon, who had been watching from a hidden corner, quickly tried to stop them upon seeing this, but it was too late.

The tightest red thread didn't break, but many of the surrounding threads did.

The Old Man of the Moon cried out in anguish, "It's all over, all over!" The red threads of fate in the world are now tangled, and lovers will have to endure countless more hardships.

He's going to be punished by the Heavenly Emperor to clean toilets too!

Heaven is going to destroy him.

"You little matchmaker, hurry up and untie this red thread, or I'll tear down your matchmaker temple."

The woman in green had a piercing gaze, as if if the God of Love didn't comply, she would really take action and tear down the temple of the God of Love in the next second.

The Old Man of the Moon said with a smile, "Lord Ye, why don't you drink some Heavenly Snow Dew to calm down?"

well!

Lord Wuchen, you really know how to cause trouble for this old man.

He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him.

He should have known better than to eat the roasted chicken that Lord Wuchen gave him; he knew it wouldn't be anything good.

What should we do?

Night Lord is a renowned fighter in both the Demon Realm and the Celestial Realm; if you provoke her...

"I'm afraid his life is over," the Old Man of the Moon thought to himself with deep concern.

Should he make an excuse to escape?

Before the Old Man of the Moon could give an excuse, a magnetic and alluring voice rang out, saying "Night Spirit".

The Old Man of the Moon and the woman in green, Ye Ling, both looked up at the same time.

What kind of face was that?

It's truly a rare find in this world.

They were like celestial beings, captivating all living beings.

Her long, silver-gray hair danced in the air without wind, strand by strand, like a silver movie curtain unfurled in the sky.

Her fair skin was almost translucent in the sunlight, and her beautiful collarbone and graceful curves were faintly visible. A bewitching crimson gemstone mark adorned her brow, and her blood-red eyes shone with a wicked yet piercing light that would eclipse even the stars in the sky.

If Yingbao saw this man and woman, she would be so shocked that she wouldn't be able to close her jaw.

Why?

Because these two people looked exactly like her maternal grandparents who died in modern times when they were young.

The only difference is their clothing; one is in modern clothes, and the other is in something resembling traditional Chinese clothing, leaning towards a more ancient style.

Also, her demeanor looks a bit colder.

...

Hu Xingcun

The next day, after Yingbao woke up, Wang Yitong and Ye Tianyong had already prepared all the braised skewers.

The mother and daughter decided yesterday that they would continue selling skewers for the next few days.

After all, money is needed for everything: building houses, tuition fees, book fees, living expenses... all of these are necessary.

With money, you have everything you need and confidence.

No money...

You know what I mean.

Father Ye Tianyong stayed behind to build the house, and Grandma and Auntie cooked for us, so Mother didn't need to help.

So, she, her mother, her eldest brother, and her second brother set up a stall together to sell skewers and earn money.

As soon as they pushed the cart a short distance from the factory, they were surrounded by a group of people.

"Hey girl, how about the skewers from yesterday?" asked an older woman who had bought some yesterday.

"Yes." Wang Yitong replied while starting to scoop out skewers for Ye Yuanhang and Ye Haoyu to pack.

Because some people have already started preparing to pay for it.