"Ten t's? What do you mean?"

Hong Li held a black crystal about the same size as an ordinary spirit stone with a puzzled look on her face and looked at the item information description.

"Well, the description says that this is a prop that can store a large amount of information. You can try to inject spiritual power to see the content inside..."

"Children don't need to know too much!"

Hei Yang suddenly stretched out his hand with an expressionless expression, and grabbed the black crystal before Hong Li could react.

"It's confiscated. Don't touch the things inside."

After a pause, Hei Yang added: "At least not now, let's talk about it in a few years, um."

"???"

Hongli looked at the empty palms with a question mark.

"No, Hei Yang, what do you mean?!"

Hongli couldn't help but protest: "How could you be like this? You want to confiscate my things out of nowhere! What's in it?"

"Why ask so many questions?"

Hei Yang snorted softly, exerted force with his hand, coughed, and was reluctant to crush (cross out) it was too hard to crush.

Hei Yang had no choice but to throw the crystal into the corner of the storage bag. Well, he was forced to do so!

"I'm doing this all for your own good!"

"Wow, you're not my mother. No, my mother doesn't say such things very often!"

"I am your husband, can you still be harmed by listening to me?"

Hei Yang reached out and picked up Hong Li with an indifferent expression. With the latter's questioning expression, he directly placed her in her usual sleeping position, stuffed the pillow under her head, and pulled the quilt to cover her.

"Okay, the box is finished, you're sleepy, it's time to go to sleep."

"No, no, what the hell!"

Hong Li kicked off the quilt with an unhappy look on her face and said angrily: "It's fine if you don't tell me, but you forcefully change the topic in this way, Hei Yang, you're so exciting!"

"Ah, yes, yes."

Hei Yang reached out to the bedside and turned off the light: "You will understand later. If you really read it, I'm afraid we won't be able to sleep tonight."

"Huh? What?"

Hongli asked curiously: "Is the story in it so scary that I'm so scared that I dare not sleep?

Or are you worried that the plot is too fascinating and you can just watch it all night?"

"Oh, why do you think that stored information must be text?"

Hei Yang chuckled, stretched out his hand to take Hong Li into his arms, and couldn't help but say: "You are so cute."

Hong Li: "???"

"You're scolding me, right? Who are you looking down on!"

"No, no, I really praise you."

"Aha?"

Hongli was holding back a lot of questions and wanted to know why Hei Yang suddenly confiscated her things, but no matter how she asked, the latter refused to let go and even said that he would tell her stories to coax her to sleep.

Oh, how old is she? Do you still think that she, Hongli, is the little girl from before? Heiyang is just telling stories...

"..."

"Black Yang, Black Yang? What happened next?"

Hong Li curled up in Hei Yang's arms and was listening to the highlight part, but found that Hei Yang suddenly lost his voice.

She was stunned for a moment, stuck her head out, and then saw Hei Yang sleeping peacefully.

"Hey, Hey Yang, wake up, finish telling this story before you go to sleep!"

Hongli gently pushed Hei Yang and said anxiously: "What happened next?

After Song Jiang has the Supreme Lord of the Rings given by Iron Man, can he defeat the three Zeus brothers to unify the ninja world?

What the hell, don’t get stuck at the critical moment of the decisive battle!"

Hei Yang: "Zzzzzz..."

"Ah, Xiaoli, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, go to sleep..."

Hei Yang drowsily reached out and pushed Hongli's head back, muttering: "We'll talk about it when we wake up."

"Well, how can I sleep like this..."

Hong Li curled her lips, remembering something, rolled her eyes, and quietly moved her small hands towards Hei Yang's waist, groping for the other person's storage bag.

"Humph, you won't let me see it, right..."

Hongli murmured in a low voice: "Hei Yang can see it but Hongli can't?

How can there be such a truth? Let me see where your storage bag is. It can be hidden..."

Hong Li frowned and groped for a long time, but couldn't find it. After thinking about it, she stretched her arm forward again, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and she touched it!

"Well, it's just..."

Hongli's expression suddenly froze: "Something doesn't feel right?"

"Xiao Li..."

Hei Yang opened his eyes helplessly and said weakly: "Do you know what you are doing? Do you really don't want to sleep tonight?"

"Ah? How...ah!"

Hong Li suddenly screamed in mid-sentence, her face instantly turned red, her hand retracted as if she was electrocuted, and her eyes closed.

"I'm going to bed, good night Heiyang, sweet dreams!"

"This girl..."

Hei Yang shook his head helplessly and smiled, gently kissed the girl's forehead, stroked the girl's waist-length hair, and slowly fell asleep with her in his arms.

The wind started blowing in February, and at some point, light rain started falling outside the window.

Raindrops dripped, gently passing through the barrier and falling in the small courtyard.

Hei Yang Hongli's home only blocks danger but not spring.

………

"Ah, does that mean you will be on stage tomorrow?"

In front of the mirror, Hong Li gently combed her wet hair.

On the table, Xingyun was chattering on the communication screen.

"Yes, yes, tomorrow is my first show!"

Xingyun couldn't hide the excitement on her face. She clenched her fists and punched the air several times viciously.

"Don't worry, Sister Hongli. Carrying the faith passed down by you, I will never lose this battle!"

Xingyun looked determined and said: "It is our duty to restore the glory of the Fire Department!"

"Ah, as long as you have confidence..."

Hong Li opened her eyelids in front of the mirror. Seeing that the whites of her eyes were almost bloodless, she let go of her hands with satisfaction.

She reached out and took the hot milk on the side, took a slow sip, and showed a happy expression of enjoyment: "Ah~ it feels so good!"

"Sister Hongli looks like she is in a good mood!"

Xingyun looked at Hongli's peaceful appearance and couldn't help but sigh.

When Sister Hongli was in the sect, although she had the same lazy personality, she always gave people a vague feeling of tingling between the eyebrows, as if she was wearing a layer of armor with barbs hanging on it.

But now looking at Sister Hongli in front of her, Xingyun feels like a pile of mud...

It felt to Xingyun that he had removed all his vigilance and defense, put away his sharp edges and corners, and his whole body had become soft and soft.

"Ah? How am I feeling?"

Hongli was stunned for a moment, waved her hands sheepishly and said with a smile: "Actually, it's just like that. It's always easier at home than outside, hehe."

"Also..."

Xingyun nodded thoughtfully: "Sister Hongli, have you just washed your hair?"

"Ah, this is indeed..."

Hongli paused, smiled, waved her hand, and looked at Xingyun: "Hey, don't just talk about me. How are you? Are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous, okay, I'm still a little nervous..."

Xingyun scratched her head in embarrassment: "Because it's different from competing with senior brothers and sisters in the sect before.

No matter what I said before, it’s better if you win, and there’s nothing to worry about if you lose.”
To be continued...