This Is What a Useful Hong Ying Looks Like!

A slender woman emerged from the melon.

The intense flames flickered incessantly in the projector's lens.

Her long hair was tied up, with only a few strands falling out, swaying back and forth on her slightly thin face in the cold wind.

She wasn't thin, but angular, with such sharp angles from her forehead to her cheekbones, from her cheeks to her jawline!

Long, arched eyebrows guarded deep-set eyes, and dark pupils clearly reflected my face; the slightly upturned corners of his eyes pierced my heart.

His straight, prominent nose exuded a heroic air that even men envied; his tightly closed lips were slightly pale, as if the cold wind had stolen the color from them.

It wasn't the cold wind, it was the chill, a chill emanating from her very heart. The chill wasn't just on her lips; it permeated her strong and beautiful body!

From the tension in her shoulders to the resilience of her waist, and the firmness below her waist, even without the roundness and softness expected of a woman, her sharp lines are so captivating; she is the embodiment of art!

Snap!

The glove slapped the projector.

"Look at you, so pathetic!" Gloves berated the projector. "When you see a pretty woman, you spout all sorts of sweet talk, but all you're really thinking about are those filthy things!"

The projector hurriedly shouted, "My heart is free of filth; my heart is filled only with purity for art!"

"Beautiful young lady, please take off your plain white clothes first, and let's be honest with each other..."

Snap!

With a slap, the glove knocked the projector over and said to Li Banfeng, "Honey, that Shadow Play Machine is all pretentious talk; it doesn't say a single thing it truly means."

To be honest, you have to speak from the heart. Just because a woman is pretty doesn't mean she has a conscience.

"When you encounter a heartless woman, the more beautiful she is, the more the husband suffers. I'll go and see for myself how much conscience this woman has!"

Just as the glove was about to rush upwards, the Tang Blade blocked it first.

"Such a beautiful woman, how dare you make the first move? Do you still have any regard for your lord?"

"I'm acting on my conscience..."

"Whether it's conscience or peaches, whether it's the front door or the back door, they all belong to our lord. After our lord, they belong to me. You step back!"

Gloves retorted angrily, "You think you can just say 'later' and expect me to lecture you? The boss hasn't even given the order yet!"

The gloves and the Tang Blade began to tug at each other, and the Tang Blade was unusually strong today, as if it was for real.

"You actually dared to cut me?!" Gloves snapped angrily. "Boss, you're going to try and cut me with Second Blade for some Cantaloupe Person? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

The glove looked at Li Banfeng and saw that Li Banfeng was eating cantaloupe.

The cantaloupe was very sweet, but also very astringent. The astringency made Li Banfeng break out in a cold sweat, and his body also carried the unique aroma of cantaloupe.

Li Banfeng looked at the melon-shaped Hong Ying and nodded, saying, "This time, it's grown for practical use!"

Gloves swallowed hard and asked, "So, we'll use it when we get back?"

The projector exclaimed excitedly, "I want to record this amazing process!"

Tang Blade said, "This humble general believes that we shouldn't let these despicable people watch this kind of thing from the sidelines."

Li Banfeng said, "Let's go!"

Cantaloupe Hong Ying melon scent on Li Banfeng and followed Portable Abode into Li Banfeng. The lid of the Old Teapot that was brewing tea suddenly flew off, spilling tea everywhere.

"Old man, what's all this commotion about?" The Wine Gourd was just about to fall asleep when it was woken up by the teapot.

She looked towards the doorway, stared at Cantaloupe Hong Ying for a moment, and exclaimed, "There are actually such beautiful women in the world!"

The pendulum was stunned, as was Dream Virtue. Even Qiansi, who was still resting by the record player, couldn't help but sit up and take a look.

The Judge's Brush wanted to look, but was too lazy to open its eyes.

After staring at each other for a long time, everyone turned their attention to Zhen Hong Ying, who was doing her makeup.

Hong Ying held a comb, her hands already ripped out of hair, but she kept combing.

The record player asked, "You bitch, aren't you going to take a look?"

"I can't see..." Hong Ying lowered her head and asked cautiously, "Does she look like me?"

The record player stared at the melon for a while. "I don't think it looks like it."

From the distant Ninth Room, Red Lotus's voice rang out. "I think it looks quite similar."

Li Banfeng felt that Red Lotus seemed to be speaking, but he still couldn't hear her clearly.

"My dear husband, this Hong Ying seems to lack a bit of spirit."

"My Wife is right. Without spirit, she's useless!" Li Banfeng cut his finger, dripped a drop of blood onto the melon, and activated his "Golden House Hides Beauty" technique.

Her pale, greenish skin gained a touch of color, Cantaloupe Hong Ying suddenly seemed to come alive.

The projector couldn't help but exclaim, "Art! This is the art I've been searching for!"

"Stop spouting this useless nonsense!" Gloves spat at the projector, then quietly circled around to the melon, pondering where to start.

He was experiencing a fierce internal struggle, and at that moment, some philosophical reflections began to emerge.

Peaches are what I love, and so is my conscience. I cannot have both. If only I could grow two hands.

After a moment's thought, the glove decided to start with his conscience.

As long as she gets her conscience, Hong Ying will definitely cover it up and then reap the rewards from behind. Who says you can't have both!

Having figured out his plan, the glove flew up to Cantaloupe Hong Ying and was glanced at by her.

With just one glance, an overwhelming aura swept over him, and the glove immediately went limp, flying swiftly into Li Banfeng's pocket, causing him to tremble with fear.

The record player exclaimed, "This time it's spot on! It's really spot on!"

Cantaloupe Hong Ying glanced at the projector, which immediately adjusted its focus, and he temporarily set aside his pursuit of art.

Cantaloupe Hong Ying glanced at Tang Blade again. Tang Blade leaned against the wall and said calmly, "This humble general is just an ordinary sword."

The record player chuckled and said, "Husband, what do you think?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "It looks good!"

"My dear husband, what's the point of just looking? Why don't you give it a try?"

Li Banfeng waved his hand and said, "There's no rush."

"This Little Slave is in a hurry," the record player said reproachfully, "This Little Slave just wants to see if this wretch is any good."

Li Banfeng laughed and said, "It looks useful."

"Then please use it as much as you like, my husband." As he spoke, the record player teased Zhen Hong Ying with steam.

Zhen Hong Ying's feelings were complicated. "You want Seventh Son to use her?"

"And what about me? What am I? Zhao Xiaowan, you're deliberately torturing me."

As she spoke, Hong Ying sobbed twice.

"How am I torturing you?" the record player laughed. "I'm doing you a favor, my husband. Yingying is so capable; if we don't use her now, when will we?"

Li Banfeng shook his head and said, "There's no rush now. We'll talk about it when we get there."

The Wife asked, puzzled, "Where to?"

"When we get to the Qiu Luoye's Territory, let's have a big battle."

The record player was even more confused. "Why would we need to be selective about where we're going to go?"

"We'll have to rely on her from now on!"

"Relying on her? What about Little Slave Nu..." Upon hearing this, the record player felt a little jealous.

"Wife, you're not up to this. From now on, we'll have to rely on her every day."

"Rely on it every day? Surely not? My husband is tired of his Little Slave..." The record player felt that she might have made a wrong decision.

"Of course it's that bad," Li Banfeng said, patting Cantaloupe Hong Ying. "I'm planning to build a train station in the Qiu Luoye's Territory. Look at your physique, girl, you'd definitely be a pro at carrying soil!"

The Portable Abode instantly fell silent.

Zhen Hong Ying asked softly, "You mean carrying soil? Is that appropriate?"

"Is it unsuitable?" Li Banfeng looked at Cantaloupe Hong Ying again, seemingly realizing something. "Just carrying soil is indeed a bit of a waste of talent. Digging holes and such should be no problem for him."

"Yingying, shed a little more blood and make a few more melons. We need manpower right now!"

Bang!

Hong Ying slammed her head against the record player. "Xiao Wan, eat my soul! I can't live anymore! I can't take it anymore!"

The record player panicked and said, "Stop messing around! Tell me calmly!"

Bang! Bang!

Hong Ying kept ramming into the record player, yelling, "Eat me now, or I'll kill this madman!"

The record player cried out in alarm, "You bitch, don't try to ram me with that gun! You'll break my front counter!"

People tried to stop Hong Ying, but she was strong and no one could stop her.

The room was in complete chaos when Portable Abode burst into laughter, "Hahaha, Seventh Brother, I knew I hadn't misjudged you! Repairing the train station is the real business!"

"This is a serious matter!" Li Banfeng didn't understand what they were arguing about. "What's wrong with you all?"

After leaving Portable Abode, Li Banfeng immediately set off for the Qiu Luoye's Territory.

The Land Block cleared from the Qiu Luoye's Territory total more than three thousand.

Looking at the continuous expanse of sunlight, Qiu Luoye couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

A ball of will-o'-the-wisp flew in front of him, Shui Yongquan hurriedly said, "Qiu Daxiang, something bad is about to happen."

"Don't fucking scare me!" Qiu Luoye waved her hand. "I'm busy, I don't have time for you!"

"I'm not kidding you, I've heard that people from Inner State are coming, and it's about this!"

"Where did you get this information from? You still have contact with Inner State?" Qiu Luoye glared at him. "Shui Yongquan, are you jealous of my booming business and deliberately trying to discourage me?"

Shui Yongquan sighed, "Believe it or not, I haven't told Seventh Brother about this yet. You'd better tell him yourself."

Qiu Daxiang, you guys are playing too wildly. The Inner State already knows. What's the point of you rushing to clear land like this?

If you want to make this Land Block Proper Land, you need 10,000 people to live there permanently. Where are you going to find 10,000 people?

"You've taken such a huge risk for something that's barely even started; you'd better stop now, or you'll regret it!"

The Shui Yongquan has disappeared.

The Qiu Luoye fell silent.

Li Banfeng arrived at Qiu Luoye's Territory and saw Qiu Luoye standing there in a daze. He stepped forward and asked, "Brother Qiu, what happened?"

"Old Shui told me that Inner State has its eye on me because of the land reclamation project."

Li Banfeng was shocked. Shui Yongquan wouldn't talk nonsense about this matter, but he didn't expect Inner State to discover it so quickly.

"What do you plan to do?"

Qiu Luoye sighed, "Old Shui has a point. Even if all the Land Block is developed, it won't become Proper Land unless 10,000 people live here permanently."

Looking at the Qiu Luoye, Li Banfeng said, "You also want to slow down the land reclamation work?"

"Seventh Brother, this is what I'm thinking..." Qiu Luoye looked up at the sky, gazing at the endless expanse of light, and remained silent for a long time before standing up, shaking off the withered branches and leaves covering them. "Can you go any faster?"

Li Banfeng laughed, "You can, but aren't you afraid?"

Qiu Luoye gritted her teeth. "Anyway, they already know. If they come, I'll fight them. You just focus on clearing the land; don't worry about anything else."

"We'll talk about the ten thousand men later. Let's clear the territory first. As long as you don't back down, I'll fight them to the bitter end!"

P. S.: The right thing also needs to be done with the right person.