Mo Qingcheng's lips curled up slightly. This scoundrel of a man must love this generous gift, right?
Xuanyuan Lin felt a bittersweet pleasure. "Good, very good!" he thought. "That wretched woman, how dare she scheme against me? She'll see..."
Mo Qingcheng was in a great mood. She lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped into the dense foliage. She did the same thing again, leaving a trace of her presence so that the farm could set up a barrier. She then flashed into the space to catch up on her sleep.
Bai Zimo: "..."
Why doesn't Mother care whether Father lives or dies?
Farmer smirked arrogantly, "Your dad's trash!"
Bai Zimo: "..."
Farmer cut off the water curtain and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving the little ones looking at each other in bewilderment.
Mo Qingcheng's lips twitched. She took a shower, ate some late-night snacks, and went straight to sleep. That bastard? He won't die; at worst, she'll just get a few more injections…
The old ancestor was furious, so angry at his great-grandson that he was practically fuming. But he dared not run around, because the brat didn't care at all and always looked at his stupid great-grandson with disdain.
Xuanyuan Lin did not sleep soundly, sometimes frowning and sometimes muttering incoherently. Ancestor Xuanyuan slapped him unconscious, and the world became quiet.
Do you think it's easy for me, your ancestor? It's all this good-for-nothing bastard's fault...
With a look of disgust, Ancestor Xuanyuan placed Xuanyuan Lin on a tree branch, then scurried up to another tree and fell fast asleep.
"Bang!"
"ah--"
At dawn, a startled cry woke up the Ancestor Xuanyuan.
"You brat, what are you yelling about? Give me back my beggar's chicken!" The patriarch Xuanyuan was enjoying a delicious beggar's chicken in his sleep when he was woken up by his stupid great-grandson. He kicked the boy in the butt and his face turned ashen.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
That old man is such a troublemaker, does he think he's doing this willingly?
wrong!
The man's face turned pale. For some unknown reason, he had fallen from the tree early in the morning, as if... it seemed... he had been kicked down...
Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, opened her eyes, ate something, greeted the children, and then flashed out of the space.
"morning!"
"..." Early my foot! The Xuanyuan Ancestor, his eyes darkening, sneered, "You brat, do you want to starve me to death?"
Mo Qingcheng paused in her yawning. "No, old lady, why are you so familiar with me?"
Seeing that Mo Qingcheng didn't move, Ancestor Xuanyuan glared at Xuanyuan Lin and said, "Girl, let's not bring that eyesore of an idiot, okay?"
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
How could you say that out loud? Didn't you always claim that that scoundrel was your great-grandson?
"Girl, what kind of look is that? The brat is disobedient, just give him a beating!" Ancestor Xuanyuan's eyes darted around, and his expression changed instantly.
Xuanyuan Lin: "..."
No, you two solved the problem without asking me, the person involved, what my wishes were?
Shut up!
Ancestor Xuanyuan shot him a piercing glare, a clear warning. Xuanyuan Lin opened his mouth, but couldn't find the right words, so he obediently shut up.
Mo Qingcheng made a simple breakfast: congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and two small green vegetables, which she grabbed at random from the space.
Before long, the aroma of food filled the air, and even the Yellow Ancestor was drooling. He squatted by the pot, not leaving it for a moment. Anyone who dared to snatch it from him would be slapped away.
After waiting and waiting, the porridge was finally cooked and the vegetables were ready. Mo Qingcheng called out, and the Ancestor Xuanyuan chuckled, ignoring the heat, and put the bowl of porridge to his lips, ready to taste it.
"Watch out!" Mo Qingcheng smiled faintly, and with a wave of her hand, the cold dish and porridge pot disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Before the Yellow Ancestor could react, the bowl of porridge in his hand was snatched away, snatched away, snatched away...
"You old poisoner, who gave you the nerve? You're asking for death!"
"Hehe, this porridge smells so good, wouldn't it be a waste to give it to you?"
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