Hong Ying was dressing up in front of a mirror. Hearing a noise outside the door, she hurried to greet him.
"Husband, you're back?"
"Ying Ying, give me your hand."
Li Banfeng grabbed Hong Ying's hand firmly.
With a bashful lowering of her head, Hong Ying looked forward to the Phonograph's reaction at this moment.
Wicked woman, you're about to cry, aren't you?
Li Banfeng cut her palm, squeezed out some fresh blood, and then left.
The Phonograph chuckled.
Hong Ying covered the wound and returned to the mirror to continue dressing up.
Before long, Li Banfeng rushed back in, followed by seven or eight Sweet Melon Hong Yings, each carrying seven or eight Strange Monsters and bringing them into the Portable Residence.
The Phonograph commented with a laugh, "Our Ying Ying is quite useful, isn't she?"
Li Banfeng nodded. "Useful indeed. Don't be fooled by the fact they were made from sweet melons; their strength is no less than mine."
