"Hey, don't think about breakfast. Just eat some snacks on the table, as well as milk and juice. You can make up for it first..."

Hongli curled up on the softly cushioned bench, yawned and said: "As for the three main meals, to be honest, your sister and I have already...

Uh, one, two, three... Anyway, I haven't had a proper meal for a long time. Cherish the time when you can eat my mother's cooking..."

Hongli was filled with emotion, with an expression on her face as if she had experienced it before.

To be precise, the last time she had a serious meal was at a dinner party...

In other words, the last time she had a meal was last year!

In other words, she hasn't eaten yet this year...

"Oh, by the way, you must never tell my mother or the others about this!"

Hong Li suddenly thought of something and said with a serious face: "Do you remember?!"

Based on her understanding of her mother, if she really found out that she hadn't eaten for many days, she would definitely come to her door to teach her a lesson.

Mom’s lesson is not over yet. Instead, she will give Hongli a meal first and let her watch and learn from the side.

After that, I cook three meals a day. After I finish cooking, I take my meals to my mother to check in and report the situation until I can eat on time...

Mom is just like that, Hong Li is so familiar with her, she can even predict exactly how her mom will punish her...

What is really scary is not the routine, but the cold stare of the mother...

It was under this kind of fear and threat that Hongli trembled and practiced so many marksmanship...

"Ah? Ah!"

Hong Qiao suddenly came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Don't worry, don't worry, when did I tell my sister about your black case? I will never tell anyone!"

"Hmm, okay, you're sensible enough."

Hongli nodded with satisfaction, and then asked doubtfully: "So why did you look at me in a daze just now? Is there something on my face?"

"Well, uh, not really!"

Hong Qiao's eyelids twitched twice, and she laughed and pointed at her neck.

"That's right, sister, you have a little red mark here..."

"Ah this..."

Hong Li quickly waved a water mirror and looked at the light red color on her neck. Her eyes widened and she coughed twice. While waving the water mirror away, she quickly lifted up her collar to cover it.

"That's right, that's right, haha, it's nothing. I accidentally got bitten by a dog a few times, it doesn't matter..."

Hongli said with a smile: "It's just that the guy's realm is relatively high, and the teeth marks are more difficult to remove, hahaha..."

"Ah this..."

Hong Qiao showed her half-moon eyes and pointed at the shirt Hong Li was wearing: "What is this?"

"Huh?"

Hong Li lowered her head and looked at the shirt that was almost covering her knees. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said with a smile: "The dress my sister just bought, looks good!"

"Uh, why does it look like Brother Heiyang's shirt to me..."

"Huh?!"

A cold light flashed in Hong Li's eyes, has it come to the familiar silence stage again...

"Ah haha, I really admitted my mistake!"

Hong Qiao, who felt the murderous intention, took it very seriously.

"Okay, okay, don't just think about these things!

Inquiring about your sister’s life will not bring you happiness!”

Seeing Hong Qiao obediently shut up, Hong Li sighed and stared at Hong Qiao with dead fish eyes.

"Didn't you say that you have a problem and you want me to help you solve it? If you have anything to say, please tell me."

"Oh!"

Hong Qiao nodded quickly, looked at Hong Li and sighed, showing a sad face.

"That's the problem. Mom and I still can't understand each other..."

"..."

"..."

"Grandma, would you like to take a detour to the private residence in front?"

Hei Yang stood in the sky, looked at the tall old woman in front of him, and said seriously: "After all, having a strange Nascent Soul wandering around our house is really unsettling."

"Huh? Did you go to someone else's house..."

The old woman looked up at the boy in front of her in surprise. Just when she wanted to test the boy's cultivation, she suddenly felt a sense of danger in her heart and forcibly stopped her impulse.

Judging from her appearance, this old woman seems to be about the same age as Granny Meng when she died.

It’s just that Granny Meng is shorter than her, and her aura is deeper and gentler. She is the kind of person who looks kind at first glance but becomes frightened after a second glance.

But the person in front of me gives people a sense of oppression that can't be hidden.

It looks very insecure!

"That's it, I understand..."

The old woman nodded suddenly, frowned and looked down.

"But, can I wait until the little girl who went in just now comes out before leaving?"

"That's my sister."

"I mean no harm."

"Do you believe me?"

Hei Yang squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

"After all, you are not from our world."

Name: Anxiety

Realm: Ninth Level of Nascent Soul Realm

Identity: A practitioner in the cruel world, a stowaway traveling in the world

"A very sharp pair of eyes..."

Anxious was stunned for a moment, nodded, and said calmly: "A world that is almost completely different from the cruel world in my hometown is opening up. It is difficult not to make me interested in exploring."

"Exploration? Invasion!"

Hei Yang's expression was solemn: "Our world has marked you as a stowaway, what is there to say!"

"Is that so..."

Anxiety showed a sudden look on his face: "No wonder there is such a constant feeling of rejection. It is a very exclusive world..."

"Are you and Accident together?"

Hei Yang frowned: "It's here to spread accidents, and you're here to create anxiety?"

"Accident? Is that madman here too..."

Anxiety showed a surprised expression, and then understood.

"Then no wonder you are hostile to me..."

"The sound of your name makes me very hostile!"

Hei Yang's face was complicated: "Although I know this reason is outrageous, I just hate your name. Accident and Anxiety. All the names in your world have this format?"

"Not everyone is worthy of a name."

Anxiety shook his head and waved his hand: "If you really think so, I can change my name, like this?"

Name: Responsibility (anxiety)

Realm: Ninth Level of Nascent Soul Realm

Identity: Cruel world...

Hei Yang: "?"

"Or this?"

Name: Motivation (Responsibility) (Anxiety)

Realm: Ninth Level of Nascent Soul Realm

Identity:......

Hei Yang: "???"

"If it really doesn't work..."
To be continued...