Why can't humans do it too?

"...Are they fireworks?"

"It's fireworks!"

The small firework burst forth with a cool-toned light, and at a glance, one could immediately recognize Xin Ke's appearance. The details were so fine that even the finest strands of her hair could be seen. She stood vividly on the lake, one arm raised, her chest puffed out proudly as if she were saying something.

"..."

Suer crawled out from under the table.

"Anyway, let's stick to something normal—hey!! Jibril! Why are you doing so much again!!!"

Suer's weak and weary voice turned into a shout with high blood pressure halfway through his sentence. When he turned his head, he immediately saw that several things exactly like the bombs that Jibril had just thrown into the sky were placed next to her.

"Please, just do something normal!!!"

On the first day of the new year, the man was so exhausted that he wanted to lie down on the ground and fall asleep immediately.

After a difficult battle... a one-sided hardship for Sull alone, he still managed to collect the small bombs that Jibril had made and carefully put them into the box.

Calling these things firecrackers is an overstatement.

Not good enough, not good enough.

"...Seriously, do we really have to make our lanterns this spooky?" Squinting at the large red lanterns that floated back and forth on the lake without any ropes, Su Er felt like he had wandered onto the wrong movie set.

Simply change the color of these lanterns and you could easily make a terrifying horror movie out of them—can you believe they also have a long ribbon swaying in the wind behind them?

This is the underworld, it's so damn hellish.

How did these two women make something as malign as hanging a lantern?

"Hey? Isn't this interesting?" Xin Ke waved with interest, attracting a red lantern, and said with a grin, "Would you like me to make them talk briefly, Mr. Monkey?"

"Please don't!!!" expressing his immediate and strong resistance, Suer sighed deeply and then hung the ordinary lantern he was holding at the door of the wooden house.

Oh well, he can't do anything about it anyway.

Taking a few steps back, Su Er looked at the couplets he had pasted on both sides of the wooden house's door and felt slightly embarrassed.

The handwriting is terrible.

The content wasn't very rhyming either.

I can only say that it's a matter of adapting to local conditions and hoping for good luck, so I won't write it out and make everyone laugh.

Time flies when you're busy. Just when Suer felt he was about to collapse from exhaustion, he suddenly realized he could finally sit down at his desk and take a proper rest.

Besides some very beautiful-looking dishes, the dumplings that the group had made earlier were also cooked and were now placed in front of them.

The one that looks perfectly normal is the one from Suerbao; the one that looks perfectly normal but isn't quite normal upon closer inspection is the one from Xinkebao; and the one that looks obviously abnormal is definitely the one from Jibrilbao.

The God of War (dumpling version) sits in the center of the plate, looking down at all the dumplings, exuding an aura of might and dominance.

"Let me make it clear in advance, I've hidden a small gem inside each dumpling. According to our local custom, whoever finds the most special dumpling will be the luckiest person for the coming year," Su Er explained, selectively ignoring the muscular man on the plate. He recounted the secret Easter egg he had created.

As for the risk of chipping your teeth, that goes without saying; of the three people present, the only one at risk of that was Suer himself.

"Huh?!?!" Jibril exclaimed the moment Suer finished speaking, "Is that so?!"

The pink-haired Skywing girl had already flown the Dumpling God of War onto the plate in front of her. It was clear that she wanted to start with this soft God of War, but she was also worried that she would miss the little gem that Suer had mentioned.

Fortunately, she won't have to worry about it for long.

"Oh? Looks like I'm the lucky one?" With a leisurely raised eyebrow, Xin Ke spat out a shimmering blue gem and said with a smile.

!!!

You got to eat so quickly?!

"What?! I can't accept this!!"

"Even if Miss Monster can't accept it, it won't change the fact, okay?"

"No means no! Aaaaaah!"

"Heh, is this the only tactic you can use against monsters? You really don't have a brain as good as yours? Fine, since that's the case, I'll get a little serious then~"

"..."

Because of that tiny gem, the Forest Elves and the Skywings engaged in a low-intensity...game.

With a sigh, Suer picked up a dumpling and put it in her mouth. It tasted familiar and delicious.

Is Xin Ke really that lucky? She got to eat right at the beginning—hmm?

Suddenly, Suer saw Xin Ke, who was arguing with the Skywing race, wink at him gently.

...Wait a minute, is this woman cheating?

Suer suddenly realized something, but—oh well, it doesn't matter.

Isn't this quite lively?

Just be happy.

The New Year should be celebrated in a lively and festive manner.

Suer ate another dumpling, savoring the taste of the New Year.

By the way, what was that essential line again?

Yes, yes, so—Happy New Year!!!

Please continue to support me in the days to come.

Thank you!

Chapter 164 Not Clean

Seeing someone else suffering because of their embarrassing past during their teenage years is always a... very enjoyable thing, and it's even more enjoyable if that person is a good friend or someone you're very close to.

Although Xin Ke's image has been shattered to pieces in Su Er's heart, but... cough cough cough!

I'm just asking you if you want to watch it!

Anyway, Suer really wanted to see it.

Unfortunately, reality doesn't allow it.

Otherwise, Xin Ke would really kill someone.

To be honest, Su Er really didn't expect this woman to care about what he had written in the past. He thought that, given her habit of always talking about geniuses, she would calmly say that she was just reading it casually even if someone read it aloud.

Or one might say that being able to see her original works and great thoughts is an honor in itself.

What a weird thing.

"Huh? Morality? What's morality?" Jibril scoffed dismissively at the moralist's condemnation. "The Winged Race doesn't have this kind of boring morality~. Since you, Sue, don't want to see it, I won't force you..."

Deliberately slowing down her movements, in front of Suer and Xinke, Jibril leisurely stuffed the notebook back into the gap in the space, leaving Suer with only a regretful look in her eyes.

Please be sure to give it to me later.

I don’t know if this kind of information has been received by this whimsical little girl of the Skywing race. To be honest, this form has also had a significant impact on Jibril’s way of thinking. At least sometimes Sue thinks that she really is like a little girl of the same age.

Therefore, whether this mischievous little girl will hand over the item to him is still unknown!

The atmosphere became somewhat tense because of Xinke's sudden attack. Although neither Jibril nor Xinke acted as if nothing was wrong, Suer still felt a little uncomfortable.

He sped up and rinsed Xin Ke's body again, and his task was completed.

There wasn't a single fish in the vast lake, and the water remained warm year-round due to magical heating and temperature control. Suer casually flicked at a passing flower before heading towards the wooden house in the center of the lake.

The cabin remains the same cabin; more than two years have passed without altering its appearance. However, stepping inside feels like entering a completely different world.

The Skywing race is a race that is proficient in spatial manipulation, and the result of the Skywing race being a Garsen hybrid is that the space inside the wooden house has been expanded to an unbelievably spacious level. When you first enter, the layout is still the same as the house in Suer's previous life, but after pushing open the door again, it is completely different.

One room after another, connected like a chain, Suer felt that this house could be used to film any suspenseful, horror, or ghost movie. If he hadn't lived here for so long and watched these houses expand one by one, he would usually get lost in it.

But this is also his home.

My favorite home right now.

It is the place where he feels most at ease and warm.

He did indeed find that long-lost...happiness here.

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Hey~

A crisp sound.

Wearing heat-resistant gloves, Sue took a tray out of the oven in the kitchen—she had tried making small cakes today.

Range hood, refrigerator, microwave oven, oven, convection oven, kettle... these common appliances from my previous life are placed in this room. Although they are appliances, their energy source has nothing to do with electricity.

Although they look exactly like those electrical appliances, they were all made by Shinko and Jibril with the knowledge and experience provided by Sul, and they only consume elves.

Elf species, you are so great.

Even though they are lifeless and cannot communicate with Sul, their mere existence brings Sul happiness... I'm referring to these facilities from the previous life, not the elves.

knock knock knock.

Is there a knock on the door?