CHAPTER 379: CHAPTER 90: THE SECRET CHAMBER

Xiao Xian wiped his forehead with the back of his hand when he dismounted from the White Flood Dragon, soaking his entire hand.

"Little master, you were too reckless just now. How could you confront them directly? What if you had encountered an opponent? That would have been troublesome," Little White Jiao thought afterward, his scales bristling.

This was Xiao Xian’s first confrontation, and his opponent was a mysterious, unknown bird.

Xiao Xian was not unaware of the dangerous situation just then. In this world, there are as many strange occurrences as in the Yunteng World. What on earth was that thing just now?

"It’s getting late, little master. You should go back to rest. Otherwise, if your two companions find out, it would be trouble," said Little White Jiao as he soared into the sky. The dark night was about to end, and a streak of light appeared in the eastern sky.

Xiao Xian didn’t know how he had fallen asleep; he just remembered feeling numb in his arms and legs, climbing onto the kang (a heatable brick bed), not even taking off his clothes, and falling into a deep sleep against the kang.

At daybreak, Zhuo Feng’s cheerful shouting along with the chirping of swallows under the eaves woke the three of them up.

"Xiao Xian, why did you sleep on the outermost side? And with such huge dark circles under your eyes; you seem to have a harder time adjusting to beds than both of us." Zhang Yiyi remembered that last night when they assigned the sleeping spots, Xiao Xian was supposed to be in the middle. How did he end up outside the kang in a blink of an eye?

"I went to the toilet in the middle of the night," Xiao Xian looked at Zeng Xuerou and Zhang Yiyi with a spirited face, internally complaining bitterly. What a good life you two must lead, sleeping like logs while I was busy all night.

Zhuo Feng’s loud exclamations continued, and the three girls rushed out to see, aside from Xiao Xian, the other two were also astonished.

The dry sweet potato shoots that Zhang Yiyi uprooted yesterday looked vigorous this morning, sprouting several new leaves. Looking at the farm’s ground, a layer of fluffy green emerged overnight, making it pleasing to the eyes.

At this moment, the sun had just risen not long ago. The sweet potato shoots basked in the sunlight, looking golden and promising a great sweet potato harvest this autumn.

"Xiao Xian, Xuerou, stop dazing around, come over and help peel the roasted sweet potatoes," the sweet potatoes put down yesterday were now roasted. The haystack still retained a bit of warmth; the sweet potatoes buried in the pit were covered with layers of straw ash.

Zhang Yiyi, not minding her freshly washed face, kicked off the top layer of straw ash and started digging out the ash.

Before long, the slightly smaller, roasted sweet potatoes rolled out of the ash, still vaguely resembling sweet potatoes in their dark hue.

After peeling, a sweet aroma of sweet potatoes wafted through the air.

After getting the sweet potatoes, Zhang Yiyi, pulling Zeng Xuerou along, went to check on the swallows’ nest under the eaves.

Xiao Xian took a few pieces of sweet potatoes from Zhang Yiyi’s hand and stuffed a mouthful into Zhuo Feng’s mouth, who was beaming with joy.

"Xi...Xian," Zhuo Feng swallowed a few bites, her eyes wide open, mutteringly voiced her concerns over the past few days.

Xiao Xian didn’t say that she had already noticed them, just randomly responded a few times. From the corner of her eyes, she occasionally glanced towards the Milk Feed Factory. Considering last night’s big upheaval, she wondered whether that unidentified fierce bird had returned there. Who was raising that thing?

"Where did uncle go?" Xiao Xian looked around but didn’t see Feng Xing.

"You all slept soundly last night and didn’t hear any disturbances. Last night, there was a commotion at the Milk Feed Factory. It was pitch dark, and we didn’t dare to go out. At dawn, your uncle heard the cries of the gatekeeper at the Milk Feed Factory and went over," Not just Zhuo Feng, but other nearby farmers also rushed over.

Listening to this, the roasted sweet potato in Xiao Xian’s hand shook, nearly dropping to the ground.

"Let’s go over and check," Xiao Xian pulled Zhuo Feng and called Zhang Yiyi and Zeng Xuerou to go and have a look at the Milk Feed Factory.

Just as they were about to head out, Feng Xing hurriedly entered the door. Listening to the four girls chatting excitedly about going to the Milk Feed Factory, he pushed them back into the farm with one hand each.

"There’s nothing good to see, it’s just..." Feng Xing’s complexion looked not so good, pale and bleak.

"Just what?" The hundred dairy cows must have made a mess after they collectively pushed over the cattle fence.

"A mess, they said that last night the cowshed wasn’t properly watched, and a stampede incident occurred at the Milk Feed Factory, trampling many cows to death and damaging most of the cowshed," Feng Xing took a few sips of water, trying to wash down the dreadful scene that had entered his mind.