On the desk in the bedroom, there is a Flame Cloud Falcon ornament.
The yard also fell into silence, with the Electric Flying Cat snoring in the small tree house, and Iron Head did not return to the nest but quietly guarded the gate, like a silent statue.
Under the starry sky, Run Run Duck, wearing an apron, drifted into dreamland.
There wasn't a place for the Fallen Meteor Horned Beast to sleep on the farm temporarily, so Chen Yuan had to let it find a place to rest for now, deciding to build a shelter the next day.
In the bedroom,
Chen Yuan closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and the Jade Pendant on his chest emitted a faint glow as he entered a meditative state.
"Orange, Watermelon, good evening!" It was still a lively voice; Jiang Wenning seemed happy every day.
"Good evening."
"Good evening, both of you."
