Chapter 5699: Common Prosperity, Part 9
"Young Master Mo!" He Weiping in the front row quickly called out. "What are you trying to do?!"
Child, let us uncles get some sleep, don't play around anymore.
"Uncle He, don't worry. These automaton figures I'm releasing are just for you to spar with. Feel free to hit them; it's fine if they break, I'll just make more later."
Everyone: ...
Those words sounded a bit off.
But there was no time for them to think it over.
Hundreds of agile automaton figures leaped out from the storage talismans, throwing punches at them.
The Overlord slept until the middle of the night, then rolled over and pressed her entire body against her husband.
"Wife," Mo Lian half-opened his eyes, reaching out to embrace her slender waist, rubbing against her. "Can't sleep? Then shall your husband accompany you in doing something?"
The Overlord's round eyes appeared particularly bright in the darkness.
She lowered her voice and whispered close to his ear, "Don't make noise, listen outside. Is that some kind of sound?"
"No sound," Mo Lian pulled her down, about to kiss her.
The Overlord used one hand to cover his thin lips. "Something's happened!"
She shot up from him in a flash, slipped on some clothes, and blindly tried to leave.
Mo Lian quickly got up and pulled her back. "Wait a minute."
How could his beautiful little wife go out dressed like that? No, no way. Only he could see his wife's adorable, lazy cat-like appearance after waking up.
"Listen, it's noisy outside," the Overlord whispered to him, blinking her eyes. "Your son must be causing trouble again."
Mo Lian suddenly smiled, lowered his head, and kissed the little one. "Our son has gone astray. There's no hope for him. Should we work harder and have another one to educate from scratch?"
The Overlord gave him a punch on the head. "You? You can't even teach one properly!"
Mo Lian's bright, distinct phoenix eyes blinked hard, muttering aggrievedly to himself: Is my wife despising her husband now?
"I'm telling you, based on my mother's intuition, something has definitely happened outside."
The little poker-faced girl reached out and punched her husband. "Hurry up."
Mo Lian was clumsily tying the sash of her outer garment when he heard her, then pulled her into his arms and kissed her haphazardly. "Annoying! Can't even sleep peacefully."
Qiaomu sighed, feeling helpless, and nodded. "I told you that child was unusually quiet during dinner. Quiet usually means trouble!"
"I'm telling you, today you must be ruthless and give that little rascal a good beating. Otherwise, he'll tear the roof off."
"Why don't you beat him?" Mo Lian asked, exasperated.
"I am the image of a compassionate mother!" the little poker-faced girl immediately exclaimed, punching him in the chest.
"Ouch, wife, that hurt."
Qiaomu quickly reached out to rub it, then put her arm around his neck, whispering in his ear, "When we go out later, if it really is our son acting up. I'll count to three, and on three, you immediately rush over and hit him."
Mo Lian: ...
All the good deeds are yours, and all the troublesome ones are mine!
What kind of baby did I marry...?
Qiaomu glared at him. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Did he copy too few of the Little Emperor's aphorisms?
Mo Lian chuckled helplessly, nodding repeatedly and rubbing his bare forehead against hers. "Your husband listens to you, listens to you."