Free Web Novel“Dad, it really doesn’t take that much time to travel between Han Ning City and the Imperial Capital.”
For her classes the day after tomorrow, she could even make it if she rushed for an eight AM class.
Although her father desperately wanted to avoid the tragic fate of being beaten by his mother upon his return.
But he had a good daughter.
After meeting with the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Great Elder and roughly explaining her half-year experience of stirring up trouble and having a blast on Green Field Star, Mingxi still chose to take the Great Elder's private plane and returned home to Han Ning City before dinner.
The spatial coordinates set by the ‘Interstellar Express Box’ were her home in Han Ning City.
If there were no errors in the process and the landing point was accurate, the mirror of creation and destruction should already be in her bedroom by now.
And her bedroom, the housemaid Xiaoxiao, would definitely clean it regularly.
A huge mirror suddenly appearing in the room would surely scare someone to death.
So it was better to go home as soon as possible.
However, after Mingxi settled down, the first thing she did was send messages to her friends and family.
“Folks, relatives, families, and friends, I, Ming · Tear of the Era · Beautiful Girl of Love and Courage · Miracle Beast Tamers · Xi, am back! (Hands on hips, maniacal laughter.JPG)”
This was like a big shot blowing up a fishpond.
Various small and large groups, either silent or noisy, after a brief moment of quiet, exploded like a muddy swamp, splattering mud everywhere.
“Mingxi? You’re back on Blue Star? Is that true or fake? Could it be that someone stole Mingxi’s account?”
“This message doesn't sound like something Xi'er would say; she's not that shameless. It's probably true that her account was stolen.”
“Account thieves, may your entire family die!”
“Damn you, may you be struck by lightning! You can steal anyone’s account, but you stole our Ming Shen’s account!? Suffer the wrath of this young master’s slash!”
“I’m going to have my Yao Yao Ling Curse you through the internet cable!”
“...”
Mingxi looked at her friends and family, who were cursing her in various ways, calling her an account thief.
She tried to be clever for once, but it backfired.
Could it be that she was destined to be accompanied only by aloofness and pride?
Lonely like a hero, desolate like cold snow.
She cleared her throat, activated the terminal’s recording function, and recorded an aloof and proud version of her return video, sending it again to her adorable, unfortunate friends.
This time, no one doubted that Mingxi was an account thief anymore.
“Holy moly!”
“Am I seeing things?”
“Ming Shen?! Is it really my cute Ming Shen?”
“No! It's my Meng Shen, the Great Demon King!”
“Ding! Your Ming (Meng) Shen, who has been offline for half a year, is now online.”
“...”
Because Mingxi had no intention of hiding the news of her return to the country, her friends also had no reservations.
A few minutes later, everyone in Dragonflower Country knew that their genius, Mingxi, had returned to the country.
The Mengo Blog hot search was clearly arranged.
...
The setting sun passed through the elegant wooden lattice window, casting diamond-shaped light spots on the gleaming floor.
Ruan Qinghe pushed her reading glasses, which were more decorative than practical, up her nose, picked up the honey tea prepared by the maid, and watched television with a lack of interest.
Ever since her TV companion accompanied her granddaughter to Green Field Star, her enthusiasm for watching TV dramas had waned considerably.
A rustling of footsteps came from outside the living room, like a withered leaf falling onto a frozen lake.
“Miss?!”
The maid Xiaoxiao’s surprised voice came through.
Ruan Qinghe’s hand, holding the cup, froze, her knuckles turning slightly pale.
The glass wall of the cup suddenly fogged up, and she saw her reflection distorting on the cup, then slowly returning to the appearance of the old lady wearing reading glasses.
“Mom.”
The white mist Float in the air seemed to suddenly solidify, Ruan Qinghe’s pupils sharply contracted, and the wrinkles on the back of her neck gathered into grooves as she swallowed. freeweɓnovel.cøm
This voice seeped out from the deepest cracks of her memory, carrying a damp, rusty smell.
She dared not turn around, her nails dug into her palm until crescent-shaped white marks seeped from the indentations in her skin.
A long, slanted shadow stretched across the floor, overlapping with her shadow to form a cross.
The man’s profile appeared in her peripheral vision—familiar eyebrows and eyes, a familiar exaggerated smile.
Ruan Qinghe’s breathing became rapid; all the sounds from the television blurred into white noise, rubbing chaotically in her eardrums.
Her hand trembled as she stroked that face.
Warm, real, with the rough feel of stubble.
She suddenly squeezed the other party’s wrist with force, her fingers almost embedding into his flesh.
“Zhiyun?”
The voice was squeezed from her throat, hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.
Murky tears welled in her sunken eyes, but stubbornly refused to fall.
She stared at the man’s gaunt face before her, and the marks of time etched at the corners of his eyes and mouth.
“Mom.”
Ming Zhiyun suddenly knelt, his forehead resting on the wrinkles of her cotton slippers.
Ruan Qinghe felt hot liquid seeping onto the back of her foot.
The sobs accumulated over more than a decade finally broke through her throat. She tore at her son’s collar like a madwoman, her nails scratching his collarbone, leaving streaks of blood.
“You little brat, where have you been all these years? Do you know how your mother has lived these past few years? Do you know how much Xiao Xi has suffered?!” freёwebnovel.com
“Huh?”
“You useless thing, why don’t you speak?!”
The light spot outside the window shifted half an inch to the west, revealing Ming Zhiyun’s skeletal frame.
Ruan Qinghe’s scolding and hitting abruptly stopped. She suddenly pulled him tightly into her embrace, and mother and son wept in each other’s arms.
...
With the mother and son reunited, Mingxi, the 'outsider', proactively stepped away. After greeting the butler Aunt Mu and the maid Xiaoxiao, she released the Mechanical Butler Guangguang, asking it to help prepare her father's master bedroom and then make dinner.
She then returned to her room to see if the mirror of creation and destruction had returned safely. In fact, due to the contract, she had already sensed its presence.
“My Chiyu is amazing.”
Mingxi looked at the mirror of creation and destruction coiled on her large bed, and the broken box under the bed.
While relieved, she gained a clearer understanding of her Chiyu’s craftsmanship.
As long as there are materials, there’s nothing it can’t make!
“It’s a pity that the materials needed for the Interstellar Express Box are all very rare, and it’s best if they are Drawing Spirit, otherwise, how much money could this patent sell for?”
Interstellar express delivery has always been a difficult problem, usually only transportable through cosmic waterways, taking at least a month to start.
It was not only expensive but also time-consuming and laborious.
“Ye He.”
When I have time, I’ll try to find substitutes and see if I can create a simpler version.
“Just give it a try, don’t get stuck in a rut. Anyway, we’re not short on money, and the remaining materials are enough to make ten or eight more express boxes.”
“Ye He.”
I understand.
Mingxi put away the mirror of creation and destruction. Now the importance of the mirror of creation and destruction had clearly increased; it was no longer just a key to enter and exit the Abyss Secret Realm.
Because as long as there was an express box, it would be their interstellar teleportation gate for arbitrary travel.
After the mother and son’s emotions stabilized, the family finally sat down for a reunion dinner.
The mother, son, and granddaughter sat at one table.
Golden Yuanbao and other pet beasts also had their own table, as Guangguang was now a super butler and was equally skilled at preparing pet beast nutritious meals.
“To our family reunion, cheers!” Ming Zhiyun raised his glass to his mother and his little daughter.
Mingxi looked at his face, trying very hard not to laugh.
