Ning Qing took out a cup of instant noodles from the supermarket from her spatial storage, tore open the packaging, boiled water and poured it in, instantly filling the kitchen with a fragrant aroma.
And so, carrying instant noodles in one hand and porridge in the other, she walked into the bathroom.
Sitting in the bathtub, Hua Lan smelled the aroma of the instant noodles Ning Qing was holding.
She looked up at Ning Qing.
Ning Qing smiled and teased,
"What's wrong, Little Fish, are you missing your brother?"
Hua Lan snorted, turned her face away, and refused to look at the narcissistic jerk in front of her.
We see each other every day and it's the same sentence, doesn't it get annoying?
Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't tell him!
Pshaw, I wouldn't even think about him!
We spend every day together and sleep together every night, what is there to think about?
Ning Qing saw Hua Lan turn his face away and knew he was being awkward again.
I placed the instant noodles on the sink and brought over the porridge.
"Little fish, time to eat your porridge."
Seeing that Hua Lan remained silent, she leaned down and stole a kiss on his cheek.
As he glared at me, I asked,
"Should I feed you or will you eat by yourself?"
Hua Lan immediately took the porridge from Ning Qing and started eating.
A hint of regret flashed in Ning Qing's eyes. She wanted to tease him a little more, but now she had no chance!
He had no choice but to pick up the instant noodles and start eating.
I had just taken two bites when I suddenly heard a rapid knocking on the door.
Ning Qing paused, her chopsticks still in her hand, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Hua Lan had also stopped drinking her porridge.
There was also a hint of barely perceptible worry in the gaze directed in this direction.
Ning Qing put down the instant noodles she had just eaten a couple of bites of and her chopsticks, stood up, and walked over.
She leaned down and placed a kiss on his smooth, jade-like forehead, then reached out and ruffled his long purple hair.
"It's okay, you eat first, I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he started walking.
Open the door.
What came into view was Xiao Xi's flustered smiling face.
"What is it?"
The moment Xiao Xi saw Ning Qing, his eyes lit up. He pointed to the door and said breathlessly, "Boss, they're here..."
This familiar scene, these familiar words—isn't this just like the last time a few supernatural birds attacked us?
Ning Qing immediately realized that another fight was about to break out. Her eyes lit up, and before Xiao Xi could finish speaking, she took out a black sword from her spatial storage and strode out.
When Ning Qing arrived at the battlefield.
Large black birds were seen perched atop the earthen wall, which was over two meters high, and they were excitedly screeching at the inside of the wall.
Inside the walled area, several large black birds were engaged in a fierce battle with the crew-cut man and his companions.
The large black bird soared and swooped, sometimes flying low and quickly revealing its sharp claws to ambush enemies from behind.
By the time the people turned around to defend themselves, it was too late. The bird had already successfully launched its sneak attack and soared high into the air, revealing a triumphant smile.
Those on the ground could only watch helplessly, feeling frustrated.
At this time, the birds on the wall will emit hoarse and unpleasant cries.
Watching this scene, Ning Qing couldn't help but mutter to herself: "These big black birds only awakened their superpowers, right? Why do they seem to be almost sentient beings?"
Upon hearing this, the system quickly conducted a full-body scan of the nearby large black bird.
Ning Qing couldn't bear to see her little brother being bullied by birds.
So he took out a longbow and a quiver from his spatial storage. This longbow was a gift from Wu Chenxi when he went hunting with him in the previous world. He had thrown it into his spatial storage after using it. Now, the longbow finally had a use.
With the quiver slung over his back, he nocked his bow, aimed, and shot—a process that was fluid and elegant, without a moment's pause.
With a few whooshing sounds, the birds that were strutting around inside the wall were shot in vital spots and killed before they could even let out a cry of pain.
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