The tiny, trembling voice echoing out of the 501st ice-blue crystal hit the Gu family porch like a bucket of freezing water.
*“Cold... hurts... Mama?
Dada? Where are you...?”*
Nine-year-old Su Nuannuan dropped her teacup onto its saucer with a sharp clink, tears springing immediately to her big dark eyes. “Papa! Little Fifth is crying in the dark!
That ugly black iron drill is right next to her eggshell!”
Seven-year-old Jiang Tuntun stopped chewing her last bite of custard bun and banged her four-foot wooden soup ladle against the floorboards. “Bad drill! Nobody pokes our baby sister’s shell!
Daddy, let’s jump down the hole right now and smash them!”
Eleven-year-old Gu Nian was already on his feet, tightening the leather strap of his heavy cast-iron wok lid across his yellow bunny apron. Around his small shoulders, his newly condensed [Rank 6 Warm-Sun Benevolent Chaos Guardian Core] flared with fierce black-and-gold sunlight.
