Absolutely forbidden!

"Haha, I just twisted my waist by accident, it'll be fine in a bit." Song Shuhang chuckled twice, and after sitting down, he carefully gripped the Onion Demon tightly. At the same time, he put the fist-sized stone, which was probably the 'Enlightenment Stone', into his pocket.

Zhao Yaya asked casually, then started her sports car and drove towards Song Shuhang's house. "By the way, did you get your tractor sorted out?"

She didn't get out of the car, and her line of sight was just out of the view of the tractor burned to scrap metal and the traces of the explosion, which is why she asked that question.

"Haha, the tractor had a little mishap after that. But it's okay, I'll call a friend to help me handle it in a bit." Song Shuhang chuckled twice more.

"Oh." Zhao Yaya nodded. "Shuhang, you've changed a lot lately! When I saw you in June, you didn't seem this tall. And your agility, like a monkey's, where did you learn that?"

She had so many questions for Song Shuhang, whether it was about how Song Shuhang easily carried Dad Song and Old Lü up the hillside, or that tractor that could outrun sports cars...

But more than the tractor, she was curious about where Song Shuhang got his skills.

"Hehe, when you came to visit me in June, I was consistently exercising! Before I knew it, my physique had improved a lot." Song Shuhang laughed, then added, "Also, a good friend of mine sent me some really good stuff lately, and it's been amazing. When we get home, I'll let you try some too."

He was referring to ' Spirit-Vein Jade Tea). Since we've run into Zhao Yaya, let's take this opportunity to give her a serving.

"Good stuff?" Zhao Yaya's lips curled up, and she asked, "And what's the deal with your tractor?"

Song Shuhang had anticipated this question and already prepared his answer, "That tractor has been enhanced! The specific enhancement process is confidential because the technology belongs to my friend. I can't reveal the method without his permission."

Zhao Yaya nodded, indicating her understanding. "Oh, is it the friend your aunt mentioned, the one who's been sleeping ever since you brought her back?"

"It's him." Song Shuhang felt a little melancholy when he thought of Venerable White, who was still in seclusion.

He was very worried. What if Senior White, while in seclusion, suddenly conjured up that desert again? -- He hoped his family's luck wouldn't be that bad.

At the same time, he needed to find Doudou and the little monk as soon as possible.

At the very least, we need to get Doudou to set up a defensive barrier in her room so that the desert that Senior White conjured up can't be exposed.

Oh right, I've arrived in Wenzhou City. I should give Doudou a call first.

So Song Shuhang took out his phone and made a call.

This time, Doudou answered the phone very quickly.

"Hello, is this Shuhang?" The voice that came from the other end was not Doudou's, but Zhou Li, the 'Heaven-Hiding Hook' who was always there to deal with Doudou's troubles.

"Oh, it's Senior Brother Tongli. Where's Doudou?" Song Shuhang asked in confusion.

"He just went with the little Guoguo to the hemorrhoid surgeon, so he handed his phone to me temporarily. I'm watching them from outside the door." Zhou Li sighed heavily.

This afternoon, just as he was dealing with Doudou's traffic accident, Doudou called him again, summoning him over.

He thought it was something important, but when he arrived at Doudou's side, he learned that it was to accompany the little monk to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery—the reason being that the little monk was too young and needed an adult to accompany him to the hospital to sign the papers and register.

Zhou Li was truly at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Song Shuhang comforted him, "Brother Zhou Li, you've worked hard."

"Thank you." Zhou Li sighed deeply again and said, "Doudou said that the little monk's hemorrhoids need to be treated again tomorrow. So, I'll take them to your place Shuhang, around tomorrow afternoon?"

"Thank you for your hard work!" Song Shuhang replied.

In this way, he wouldn't have to go out of his way to pick up the little monk and Doudou.

"It's not hard work, it's just what I should do." Zhou Li chuckled, then lowered his voice to a whisper that Song Shuhang could hear, "Actually, I sometimes wish I could have a vacation, just a week would be nice..."

"No problem, Brother Zhou Li. After you bring Doudou to me, I promise it won't cause any trouble for a week this time," Song Shuhang assured him.

"Thank you! Shuhang, thank you so much!" said Senior Brother Zhou.

"You're welcome. Actually... Senior Brother Zhou, I just had a little accident here too. The tractor that Song Bai drove back accidentally went off the road and into a ditch. When you get here, I'd like to ask you to help clean up the accident scene. I don't want to bother you twice." Song Shuhang said apologetically—he was troubling Senior Brother Zhou again.

"Song Bai? Oh, Senior White. No problem, I'll take care of it for you when I get there." Senior Brother Zhou readily agreed.

"Then it's settled. Goodbye, Senior Brother Zhou." Song Shuhang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After Shuhang hung up the phone, Zhao Yaya casually asked, "That friend you mentioned who deals with tractors?"

"Yes, it's him. He'll help with the cleanup and restoration of the accident scene. Thank you for troubling him again," Song Shuhang said with an embarrassed smile.

On the other side.

Jiangshui Civil Aviation Training Center.

Little Li finally woke up from his coma. As soon as he woke up, he jumped up from the bed, his whole body tense!

Huh? Why did I jump out of bed so nervously? Instructor Little Li looked confused.

Then he saw a group of people sitting around his bed: Catherine and five or six flight instructors from the flight school.

At this moment, they were all crammed into the small staff break room, staring at Instructor Little Li with the eyes of someone looking at a giant panda.

Catherine gave Little Li a bright smile, "Little Li, you're finally awake!"

When he saw her smile, Instructor Little Li's face flushed slightly— Catherine, this Western beauty, was the goddess of the Jiangshui Civil Aviation Training Center and the object of many flight instructors' affections, including Instructor Little Li.

"Hey Little Li, what exactly happened between you and those two rich guys these past few days? Where did they take you?" A flight instructor couldn't wait to ask.

"Rich guy, where are you taking me?" Instructor Little Li asked, looking puzzled. He frowned and tried to recall, but his memory was strangely fragmented.

His last memory was climbing into a helicopter with two wealthy men. But he had no memory of anything after that.

Seeing the expectant looks in his colleagues' eyes, Instructor Little Li sensed something was wrong and asked, "Did anything major happen while I was gone?"

"You don't know?" A flight instructor looked at Little Li in surprise, then pulled out a pre-prepared video. "This is a video of the America Soyuz safely landing back on Earth."

In the video, two people wearing spacesuits are seen sitting in chairs.

The cheers of the crowd could be faintly heard from the side. "Akuro, Akuro!"

In the video, one of the astronauts opened his helmet, revealing a bald head, and waved to the crowd.

Then the crowd cheered again. "Anthony, Anthony!"

Anthony? That name... it seems familiar. Instructor Little Li frowned even more deeply. Why did the mere thought of that name send a shiver down his spine, as if he were being subjected to some cruel torture?

The second astronaut in the video was unable to open his helmet.

A moment later, with the help of staff, the helmet was finally opened.

Beneath the spacesuit, a shocked face of an Eastern man was revealed!

In reality, Instructor Little Li was stunned—wasn't that me?

"Is this me?" Instructor Little Li asked.

"You're asking us? We'd like to ask you the same thing," Catherine and the other instructors retorted.

"Why do I have no memory of myself at all? Damn it, I think I've lost my memory." Little Li rubbed his temples hard.

Catherine and the flight instructors exchanged glances.

Little Li's expression didn't seem to be faking it... He really did seem to have amnesia?

"Damn it, Anthony... Anthony. What the hell is Anthony?" Instructor Little Li gritted his teeth.

As he finished speaking, he felt there was another half-sentence stuck in his throat, and without thinking, he blurted out. "And what the hell is 'Little White'?!"

"Little White? Are you talking about 'Song Bai,' one of the two tycoons?" Catherine immediately pulled out the 'Venerable White's information' that True Lord Yellow Mountain had given her and handed it to Instructor Little Li.

"Song Bai? Song Bai?" Instructor Little Li pressed his index finger against his temple, racking his brains to remember.

"Anthony, Anthony... Little White, Little White... Song Bai, Song Bai?"

In his mind, it seemed that some fragments were being unearthed from Instructor Little Li's memories, but those fragments were too scattered for him to piece together.

White Horse... oh right, and the desert... Young Man in Blue... and martial arts? And then, oh, it hurt, I got beaten up!!

Instructor Little Li suddenly burst into tears.

"Huh? That's strange, why am I crying?" Instructor Little Li wondered, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes—but no matter how much she wiped, they wouldn't stop. The tears flowed like Xiao Long being turned on, unstoppable.

"Strange, why do I feel so sad? Why do I keep crying?" Little Li asked, puzzled.

Around them, Catherine and the flight instructor stared blankly at Little Li —they had a hunch that Little Li had experienced a very sad story.

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Zhao Yaya's sports car was parked in front of Shuhang's house.

"Let's go, hurry upstairs, your uncle is waiting for you to save the day," Zhao Yaya said with a smile.

"Coming right away!" Shuhang gripped the scallion in his hand, lowering his voice to threaten, "Remember, once you're at my house, absolutely do not reveal your true form, and don't let He Ren find out you're a fairy. Otherwise... don't blame me for being impolite!"

The Onion Spirit trembled, startled...