Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3079: All Are Sinners!

"Shut your mouth."

With no choice, he turned his head and shot a fierce glare at the man, gesturing for silence.

Qian Jiyun and his group could voice such things, but how dare they phrase it that way? What mouths they had!

Catching his cousin's icy stare, Hong Tianxu knew he'd blurted out foolishness. He clapped a hand over half his face, revealing only his round eyes full of glare.

An Jiuyue glanced his way and burst into sudden laughter.

Surprisingly, she caught glimpses of her own little child in Hong Tianxu; certain traits made them strikingly similar.

"Hong Tianxu is right. We really don’t lack this stuff—plenty of evil dragons will come later," she stated.

Her words made the Lord of Fan City and his men show bizarre expressions.

Bragging about abundant evil dragons was no cause for pride. Swarms of evil dragons across the Beast Domain heralded looming turmoil. A single one had nearly destroyed Fan City.

Without Qian Jiyun and the others' timely arrival, not just Fan City but surrounding cities might have collapsed too.

It was outrageous—when he begged other cities for aid, they blamed him for angering the wrong foes, sparking this catastrophe, which enraged him deeply!

Now he aimed to drag this evil dragon home, eager to hear those city lords' excuses!

Permitting evil dragons to rampage turned every city lord into a culprit!

"Should I send men to haul this evil dragon back then?" the Lord of Fan City asked, staring at the beast.

Doubt suddenly gripped him on transporting it. With merely his beastmen Personal Guard Squad, hauling such an enormous evil dragon seemed impossible.

...

That night, flames danced wildly while the overhead pot crackled noisily.

"Ah!"

Jerked from deep slumber by the clamor, Little Junior Sister spotted medicinal broth spilling from the pot. She lunged for the lid but screamed as the heat scorched her.

The pot lid clanged back down, thrust upward again by the surging liquid.

Ignoring her hand's burn, she grabbed a nearby cloth, removed the lid safely, set it aside, then yanked out the two logs from below.

Senior Sister Jun, nearest by, stirred at the noise, peeked up at her, saw nothing amiss, and drifted back to sleep.

Tomorrow demanded much effort; the Main City of Saintess Sect loomed near. Caution was key there, or the Saintess Sect might mark them as foes.

A solid rest tonight ensured peak vigor come morning.

Once Little Junior Sister refitted the lid on the medicine pot, she scanned the group—everyone slept soundly, ignoring her entirely.

Deep grievance surged within her; how had she stooped so low? Once, any trouble drew senior brothers rushing to assist—no need for her to brew her own medicine.

Others shunned her now, and even her idolized Second Senior Brother paid her no heed.

Second Senior Brother had always been so tender with her before. She couldn't grasp it—these were mere wretched brats; how did they captivate him so?

They weren't prettier, gentler, or wiser girls at all, so why did Second Senior Brother chat solely with them nowadays, offering her not one ounce of care?