Chen Luo also wanted to see whether there was anything useful to him among the miscellaneous junk piled up in the basement.
Although his parents said there were no treasures among the things that had fallen out of the Space-Time Turbulence, what if they had overlooked something?
All right, there really was nothing good in the basement.
Very hard.
Extremely hard.
Super hard.
That was the description of the pile of miscellaneous objects stored in Chen Luo's basement.
Perhaps the things that fell out of the Space-Time Turbulence had been altered by it, making their materials incredibly hard. Other than the tag about being hard, those objects had no other special qualities.
Still, that was not entirely without benefits. For example, the glass jar Chen Luo had once used to pickle vegetables—and imprison the little fox—could still be used to pickle the little fox.
Chen Luo had once worried that the little fox would grow stronger and stronger until the glass jar could no longer hold it.
Now he no longer had to worry.
And apart from the pile of junk, there was naturally also a silver-haired beauty in the basement.
"Dad?" With Chen Luo beside her, Abby tentatively asked.
The last time she had been left in the basement, Abby had waited for quite a while without working up the nerve to speak. Before long, she had left the basement.
"Mm." In response to Abby's question, the silver-haired woman merely nodded faintly. She did not even shift her gaze away from the book she was reading.
"Maybe Abby, you should call her mom instead. Although these strange gods do not have fixed genders, at least her current avatar is female," Chen Luo softly reminded her from the side.
"Mom?" Abby tilted her head.
Abby was somewhat familiar with