The Fu family has a history of over a hundred years, but now only two branches remain. Fu Ru is a descendant of Uncle Fu Jialin.
My uncle settled abroad when he was young. He had two sons and then had several more children.
According to her age, Fu Ru should be her uncle's third great-granddaughter. She was sent to live with him when she was ten years old, and eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.
There was no real affection between them; their relationship was merely superficially harmonious.
Fu Ru is now in a state that is neither human nor ghost, and he doesn't want to worry about it or care about it. He just wants to send someone back.
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After a day of cleaning, the snow on the roads was finally cleared, so at least there was no need for anyone to clear the snow in front of my house.
When Qiao Dashan returned home, his face was frighteningly red, clearly indicating that he had been quite cold.
Tao Chunfang cooked him a bowl of ginger soup and made him drink it. She was only relieved when she saw him sweating.
Qiao Dashan only took off his cotton-padded coat when he felt hot, sat down and spoke to them.
"I don't know what's wrong with the weather this year. The temperature has dropped so drastically, more than ten degrees lower than usual. Some people can't stand it and have to ask their family members to come and take over their shifts halfway through."
Qiao Haisheng frowned: "I didn't know it would be so cold outside. If I had known, I would have covered your shift."
"No need, it's just a little work, I can do it all by myself. You're too old to go out and freeze." Qiao Dashan finished the ginger soup in his bowl in one gulp.
Tao Chunfang: "There's still some in the pot, would you like another bowl?"
"Okay, I'll have another bowl." Qiao Dashan felt much better after drinking the ginger soup and didn't feel cold anymore.
Looking at the gloomy weather outside, Li Meihua said, "I have a feeling it's going to snow again. It only snowed a few days ago, and the snow on the ground has just been cleared away. Do you think there might be a snow disaster?"
The last sentence made everyone's faces darken; a snow disaster at this time would be bad for everyone.
Li Meihua said worriedly, "Nizi hasn't called home yet. She only called us once when she first arrived."
Tao Chunfang: "Maybe she's too busy over there, so she doesn't have time to call us. If anything happens, the factory staff will contact us."
Mom, please don't get sick.
"Yes, you're right. The factory will call if anything happens." Li Meihua said this while also reassuring herself that she was overthinking things.
space.
Qiao Xiaoni was indeed experiencing pain because the large amount of spiritual energy was causing the temperature to rise continuously. Even with the air conditioning on, the temperature inside the room was only 45 degrees Celsius, so you can imagine how hot it was outside.
Many herbs cannot adapt to the temperature and wither prematurely.
The safety level inside the space is dropping continuously, something that has never happened before.
She kept an eye on Su Chenhao; the temperature of the spiritual spring around him remained the same and had not increased.
Suddenly, a series of sharp pains came from their consciousness, a sign that the space was about to collapse. They hadn't expected that reshaping their bodies would cause such a consequence.
In an instant, they arrived at the Spirit Spring and saw Su Chenhao open his eyes. Without regard for anything else, they grabbed his hand and left the space.
The moment they emerged, the space was filled with red light, then plunged into darkness.
The two returned outside, feeling a sense of relief, as they had almost not made it out.
Su Chenhao: "Our reshaping of our bodies has consumed too much spiritual energy, so the space can't reassemble itself and we can only go into hibernation."
"I wonder how long the space hibernation will take." Qiao Xiaoni sat on the bed.
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