Xia Zhihuai was a top-tier star who rose to fame at a young age. However, after his group disbanded, he encountered a series of unexpected accidents, facing a streak of bad luck.

One day, the police asked him to claim a three-and-a-half-year-old runaway child who claimed to be his younger sister. When they first met, the little one had a serious expression and solemnly told him that he was about to face a big wave of bad luck. Xia Zhihuai rolled his eyes in disbelief, thinking, "Who would believe such nonsense?"

However, a few days later, Xia Zhihuai lost all his resources and completely faded from the spotlight. In pain and frustration, he resolutely went back to hold onto little Wanwan's short legs, begging, "Boss, help me." But Wanwan replied, "Helping for you is impossible. Brother, you'd better come back home and farm with me."

Since returning to his hometown and starting farming, Xia Zhihuai felt that his previous self was a fool. Why struggle when living a leisurely life as a slacker? Every day, he enjoyed the spiritual fruits and vegetables, witnessed his cute little sister's full of enthusiasm, and also live-streamed the daily life of farming in the countryside. Watching various top-tier figures from different realms paying big money for his family's produce, Xia Zhihuai's life became more and more comfortable.

On the other hand, seeing her brother becoming more plump, Wanwan fell into contemplation. "Why are other people's brothers so outstanding while my brother is a lazy bone?" So every day, Wanwan asked, "Fellow immortals, how can I motivate my brother to strive for progress? Waiting online, quite urgent."

My Little Sister's Farming Live Stream Went Viral on the Internet

Wanwan and Xia Zhihuai sat by the roadside, heartily enjoying bowls of noodles and sipping broth. Meanwhile, Huang Xikong had already arrived at Xia Zhihuai's residence in S City. 


Upon discovering that they were not home yet, he felt a slight unease. By this time, they should have been back.


Huang Xikong placed the takeout box he had brought on the coffee table in the living room and opened the balcony door, gazing out at the S City, now shrouded in night. 


After a moment, he remembered his phone and dialed Xia Zhihuai's number.


Xia Zhihuai, leaning back in his chair and rubbing his stomach, answered the call. Wanwan had just finished her noodles and was wiping her mouth with a tissue Xia Zhihuai had handed her. 


She then passed the used tissue back to him, a routine so familiar that Xia Zhihuai took it and tossed it into the nearby trash bin without a second thought.


The Emissary of the Night