Minghe and Meng Qingying truly began trying to cooperate, weaving the Veil of Time Illusion and expanding its space.
Three days passed outside, but for them, it had been a full two and a half years of holding each other inside. For two people whose grudges spanned countless lifetimes, that feeling was beyond words. They had truly had enough!
Their entire bodies smelled like each other now!
When Qin Yi did that with her, would he smell the other person's fragrance on her and think of the other person? What kind of goddamn green-hat method was this? What could be endured, and what could not?
The two had never worked together so wholeheartedly before, and it was all to expand this rotten space that had bound them for two and a half years.
Liusu emerged from somewhere, squatted on Qin Yi's shoulder, and watched the two weave cloth. It said coolly, "Oh, not bad. You plow the fields, I weave the cloth. These two women have finally done something women ought to do."
Qin Yi shot it a sidelong look.
This thing had probably heard the two of them being less than respectful toward it earlier and had come specifically to make sarcastic remarks.
Over there, Meng Qingying tossed out without even turning her head, "As if he has ever plowed a field."
Liusu laughed. "Are you sure he hasn't plowed a field? This field looks like it has already grown fertile. The ox is practically plowed to death."
Qin Yi nearly spat.
Meng Qingying froze for several seconds before realizing what it meant. She said disdainfully, "As expected of a barbarian."
Liusu said lazily, "Stupid bird."
"I've endured you for tens of thousands of years! You turned into a ball and you're still this arrogant!" Meng Qingying pounced on