บท 318: 145 Cultivation (Midnight)

There was firewood in the yard, but it hadn't been split, so it couldn't be burned yet.

Zhao Xinrong, Zou Jingyu, and Xiao Wenwen were enjoying the air conditioning inside the house, while Han Ying was in the yard grinding juice.

"Bang bang bang~" A rhythmic sound came, and the startled Zhao Xinrong, who was drinking tea in the room, quickly leaned on the window to look outside.

Under the shade of the big elm tree, the girl was swinging an axe twice as thick as her arm, splitting the firewood into two halves with each swing, perfectly equal, without the slightest deviation.

She piled up the split firewood in one place, and Ming Jing placed new firewood on the stump, then raised the axe again...

"Oh my god..." Zhao Xinrong covered his mouth, realizing he completely misunderstood Ming Jing. The scriptwriting and directing team really couldn't have made this up.