Alien Race, Main Camp.
In the small village under the dim world, Qìng was gently rocking on a lounge chair, fanning himself while pretending to nap with his eyes half-closed.
He appeared to be thoroughly enjoying himself.
He had been so idle for quite a while, spending every day in the courtyard without concern for the affairs of the alien race.
Fortunately, with Yan Li setting an example, along with previous heavy news, the other strong alien figures dared not act rashly.
The ancestor also helped manage many matters of the alien race.
This person, who should be the busiest, was actually the most leisurely.
Splash!
A large wooden basin was placed in the courtyard, and the petite wife wiped the light sweat from her forehead, smiling as she looked at the man on the lounge chair.
"Husband~"
"You're back?"
Qìng had already stood up, quickly walked forward to rub his little wife's head, then picked up the wooden basin and personally hung the washed clothes in the courtyard.
