Feng Jiuyan brought a lot of self-defense weapons to her mother, such as rings, hairpins, electric batons, daggers and so on.
She wanted to give her mother a gun (made up by the author), but was worried that her mother would not know how to use it and would hurt herself.
After thinking about it, Feng Jiuyan decided to talk about the pistol later.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Feng Jiuyan slapped his forehead, then took out a bucket of heated spiritual spring water from the "cloth bag". He squatted down and pulled up Madam Feng's trouser legs.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, daughter, what are you doing?" Madam Feng felt her daughter's feet were tickled, so she chuckled and quickly dodged.
Feng Jiuyan raised his eyes and looked at Madam Feng, lowering his voice and said, "Mom, this water is good for soaking your feet."
"Then take off your shoes yourself."
Whatever her daughter says is what she believes in her daughter unconditionally.
So, Madam Feng took off her shoes and put her feet into the foot bath tub.
The water temperature was just right, and the moment she put her feet in, she felt so comfortable that her pores opened up. The abrasions on her feet didn't seem to hurt as much, and the soreness in her feet was much relieved.
"Wow, girl, this water is so magical! What kind of water is this?" Madam Feng opened her eyes wide, raised her hands to cover her mouth, with a look of disbelief on her face.
Uh, what water?
This really stumped her.
Could it be spiritual spring water?
No, no. Feng Jiuyan shook his head.
Where does the magical spring water come from in the King of Hell’s Palace?
"This water is... um... the Lethe Water from the Lethe River."
"So that's how it is! He is worthy of being the King of Hell. The water of Wangchuan River can also have this effect." Madam Feng muttered.
Looking at Feng Jiuyan, "Daughter, wake up your brother quickly and ask him to come and soak his feet."
"Okay!" Feng Jiuyan walked happily and woke up Feng Jiuli, who was sleeping like a pig on the bed.
But no matter how she moved him, he just turned over and changed his position and continued to sleep.
Well, one of the three types of people that everyone envy.
Fall asleep in one second, never be disturbed, sleep as soundly as a pig!
Feng Jiuyan had no choice but to carry Feng Jiuli over. Madam Feng held her son on her lap and soaked their feet together.
Feng Jiuyan looked at him and shook his head, deciding to keep a closer eye on his younger brother in the future, so that he wouldn't be taken away by someone without his knowledge.
While the mother and son were soaking their feet, Feng Jiuyan replaced the quilt on the bed that was already covered with starch with the quilt she had just taken out from the space.
Soon, Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli had finished soaking their feet. Feng Jiuyan took out the ointment from the "cloth bag" and applied it on their wounds.
Feng Jiuyan carried Feng Jiuli back to the bed. Afterwards, she took out two pairs of sneakers, one large and one small, disguised with rags from the "cloth bag" and handed them to Madam Feng.
"Mom, these shoes are very light and comfortable to wear. Even if you walk a long distance, your feet won't get tired. Try them on and see if they fit you."
Mrs. Feng thought that these shoes looked no different from ordinary ones, but her daughter said they were the best, so they were the best!
She tried it on, walked a few steps, and was shocked again.
"Wow! My girl, these...these shoes!!!" Madam Feng covered her mouth lightly, her eyes widened.
In just one day, she had been shocked more than ten times.
She felt that there were too many surprises today.
All the Four Books and Five Classics, poems and songs she had read in her life could not describe her feelings at the moment.
Finally, Madam Feng gave a thumbs up, "It is worthy of being produced by the King of Hell! It is the best! My daughter, next time you see the King of Hell, you must thank him for your mother!"
Feng Jiuyan: "......"
She is really her mother!
When she meets King Yama, isn't that the time when she dies?
She thanks her mother!
"Well, okay—" Feng Jiuyan replied helplessly.
Feng Jiuyan also helped Feng Jiuli try on the shoes, and they fit perfectly.
The night gradually deepened, the endless darkness was as cold as ice, it was time to go to bed.
So, the family of three slept on a big bed.
Before going to bed, Madam Feng stared at Feng Jiuyan with a scorching gaze, her eyes full of condemnation, "Daughter, how can you sleep like this!"
???
How else to sleep if not like this?
Does he want her to see the King of Hell right away and thank him?
Hello! No!
What's wrong with her mother? Why does she look so like she's condemning her for abandoning her husband and children?
Feng Jiuyan looked at his mother in bewilderment: "......"
Madam Feng looked very disappointed with her. She tapped the crossbody bag on the table with her chin, "It! Hurry up and hold it to sleep!"
Feng Jiuyan: "......"
Well, for a moment, she hadn't gotten into the role and hadn't gotten used to the fact that the cloth bag was a treasure.
Reluctantly, he got up and took the cloth bag back to the bed.
Her mother looked at her sleeping with the cloth bag in her arms, then nodded with satisfaction.
The middle of the night is the best time to commit thieves.
Feng Jiuyan gently called out to Madam Feng and Feng Jiuli.
"Mother?"
"Ari?"
Neither of them responded. After Feng Jiuyan made sure that they were both asleep, he took out a pen and paper from the space and left a letter for Madam Feng to prevent her from worrying.
She racked her brains to think of excuses and make up reasons, just like when she was in school, she would come up with reasons to ask for leave in order to skip classes.
A flash of inspiration came to her, and she wrote a few lines on it.
"Mother, I'm going to thank the King of Hell—"
After placing the note next to Madam Feng's pillow, Feng Jiuyan made sure that there was no one else in the room. Then he moved his mind and flashed into the space.
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