Ji Xiaoxiao frowned, and just as she was about to take action, a voice that was old but still dignified came from behind her.
"Young Master, the Master wants this old servant to come and return to you."
Ji Xiaoxiao turned her head and saw an old man with snow-white hair and a frail face. Upon closer inspection, however, he appeared remarkably spry and vigorous, showing remarkable resilience despite his age. The old man took a single step from a distance of thirty meters and was instantly standing before them.
Shrinking the earth to an inch—is this the magic of immortals?
Do immortal cultivators exist in this world?
Ji Xiaoxiao thought about it again. Unlike now, when spiritual energy is scarce and almost non-existent, before the era of the great cataclysm in the world, this world was indeed filled with spiritual energy. Although it was not pure and was mixed with violent elements, it was indeed an essential thing for cultivating immortality - spiritual energy.
The old man glanced at Ji Xiaoxiao indifferently, his gaze lingering on Liao Kongmin in her arms for a few seconds.
This child?
"Grandpa Mist," Liao Yu said respectfully, interrupting Grandpa Mist's thoughts.
The train of thought has broken down and is difficult to continue.
Grandpa Wu withdrew his gaze and looked at Liao Yu with loving eyes. "Young Master, you have been away for a long time. Your master misses you. You should go back and see your grandfather."
Liao Yu did not object and called Ji Xiaoxiao to follow him.
"And who is this young lady?" Grandpa Mist asked.
"My savior."
On the way, Liao Yu told the story of the young and handsome man, Shen Fei, the fourth young master of the Shen family, who secretly led a group to ambush him.
"The Shen family is too arrogant." Liao Yu was a child he had watched grow up. He had no wife or children in his life, and Liao Yu was like his grandson. His heart was gradually moved. In a fit of anger, Grandpa Wu unleashed his oppressive aura, and everyone in the car felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them, making them unable to straighten their backs.
Liao Kongmin was a child with exceptionally keen senses. He extremely disliked being suppressed. His chubby hands rubbed his little eyes, and his pitiful little mouth pouted as if he was about to cry.
As people get older, they love children more and more. Grandpa Wu is especially fond of children like Liao Kongmin, who are blessed with good fortune.
"May I hold this baby?"
Although Ji Xiaoxiao possessed profound martial arts skills, she couldn't withstand the exhaustion of a whole day. She had been holding this little fat pig for almost the entire day, and her hands were numb and numb. Grandpa Wu's request was a timely rain, rescuing Ji Xiaoxiao from her predicament.
"Here you go." Ji Xiaoxiao quickly placed Liao Kongmin into Grandpa Wu's arms.
Grandpa Wu held Liao Kongmin in his arms, his loving affection evident in his expression.
Liao Kongmin was having his first close encounter with an old man, and he found it all quite novel. He reached out his chubby little hand and tugged at Grandpa Wu's long white beard. Grandpa Wu felt a sting from the tug, but the corner of his mouth remained upturned, never letting go.
"Oh my, this child is so adorable," Grandpa Mist said, unable to suppress a smile.
Grandpa Fog weighed Liao Kongmin in his hand and said with a smile, "Judging by the child's weight, he must be at least five years old, right?"
Ji Xiaoxiao took out a bag of beef jerky from her backpack, and while eating it, she said indistinctly, "That's about right, I should be around this age."
"Should?" Grandpa Fog raised an eyebrow. "How come you, as a mother, don't know your own child's age? Oh, Grandpa loves you, don't be afraid."
Grandpa Fog, in his wild imagination, has already fabricated a story about Liao Kongmin's difficult childhood, where he was unloved by his parents and had to scavenge for garbage.
Ji Xiaoxiao chewed on her beef jerky and said nonchalantly, "His father doesn't even know he has such a child. I'm neither his mother nor his relative. Why should I know everything about this brat? Am I just bored out of my mind, or what?"
Upon hearing this, Liao Kongmin pouted, "Sister, you're lying again." Liao Kongmin ran two fingers across his cheek. Humph, he knew perfectly well that his sister was being hypocritical.
Ji Xiaoxiao glared at Liao Kongmin, but Liao Kongmin instead smiled.
They've gone too far; they still dare to "throw a tantrum" at her.
Since Liao Kongmin is still just a child, Ji Xiaoxiao will not bother with him for now and will save the matter for another day!
Amidst Grandpa Fog and Liao Kongmin's playful banter, the car entered the newly built Hope Base. After a thorough inspection, under Grandpa Fog's direction, the car drove into the heart of the base.
Ji Xiaoxiao got out of the car, looked at the mansion in front of her, and cursed the despicable capitalists.
After traveling for a long time, Ji Xiaoxiao and the others were physically and mentally exhausted. They took a quick shower and fell asleep on the big bed without even having a meal.
Waking up with an empty stomach after a good night's sleep, then eating and drinking to your heart's content, is a blessing in life.
Ji Xiaoxiao led Liao Kongmin around the Liao family mansion, looking at this and touching that, as if the two of them were the owners of the mansion and everyone else were just long-term guests.
No matter how big the house was, there was only so much to see. Bored, Ji Xiaoxiao led Liao Kongmin back to the main house. Inside, the house was filled with men and women of different ages.
"Hi," Ji Xiaoxiao greeted familiarly.
The old man sitting in the main seat paused, then straightened his back and said, "You are Miss He who saved my grandson?"
“Yes, that’s right.” Ji Xiaoxiao hugged Liao Kongmin and said to the several big men sitting on the sofa, “Come on, make way, a little woman is hugging a big fat man.”
At the same time, the Liao family members all thought, "What a shameless person!"
Ji Xiaoxiao doesn't need to live by other people's approval. She's happy as long as she's happy. Let everyone else go cool off somewhere else.
The old man in the main seat coughed, and the restless crowd instantly fell silent.
"Miss He, you saved my grandson, I am very grateful to you."
Old Master Liao sincerely thanked Ji Xiaoxiao. Of the Liao family's descendants of Liao Yu's generation, apart from Liao Yu himself, who was capable of great things, the others were either good-for-nothings or spendthrift playboys.
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