Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 813

Anthony closed his computer and entered the room.

Just then, Lisa emerged wearing pajamas, her hair still damp and hanging from her shoulders.

He set the computer aside and picked up a hairdryer, saying, "Come here, let me blow-dry your hair."

Lisa stubbornly replied, "I can do it myself!"

She grabbed the hairdryer.

The contraption seemed somewhat amusing for a young child, but just right for her.

Anthony still wanted to insist, but he saw her snatch the hairdryer and dash off in a puff of smoke.

The hairdryer sound echoed from the bathroom.

Anthony stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her.

He saw Lisa holding a hairdryer and blowing it wildly against her own face.

Then she turned to her hair, spinning it around like a spinning washing machine drum.

Her hair was instantly blown into a messy tangle, resembling a chicken coop. When it dried, it formed clumps of knots...

Lisa, with her frizzy hair, innocently looked at Anthony.

Blowing her hair was something she enjoyed, but she didn't like combing it.

Anthony, feeling helpless, took the comb and stood behind her, slowly helping her untangle it.

He never knew that Lisa couldn't comb her hair until one day when he saw her battling with a comb.

She ended up pulling chunks of hair out, which was terrifying.

Anthony had combed Lilly's hair before, and under the nagging guidance of Old Mrs. Crawford, he already knew that tangled hair should not be combed from the roots downward. Instead, the ends should be combed first, then slowly worked your way up.

That way, it wouldn't hurt.

Lisa stood obediently as Anthony moved gently, and she closed her eyes, feeling very comfortable.

As she kept her eyes closed, she gradually grew sleepy and, surprisingly, fell asleep while standing! What a strange sight!

Anthony sighed, set the comb down, and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bedroom. Lisa, with tired eyes, glanced at him and spoke softly with a sleepy tone, "I like it ❤"

Anthony replied, “Hmm?”

Lisa nuzzled her face against his chest and said, "I like being held."

So, after Anthony put her down, she refused to let go and held onto him as they both drifted into deep sleep.

It was no longer possible for her to live a normal life as a living person.

But it was also good, just staying by his side.

If one day he wanted to live a normal life and replace a normal woman, a living woman...

Then she would peacefully and obediently depart.

He would definitely not make it difficult for him.

Lisa held Anthony in her arms, a satisfied grin on her lips, immersed in a dream.

Anthony remained silent, his gaze lowered as he watched her. After a while, he raised his hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Goodnight."

It was nice like this.

Anthony enjoyed this companionship, feeling deep tranquility. Without realizing it, Lisa had already become a part of his family.

Being together, supporting each other, it was a pleasure like this.

**

At this moment, Blake was still soaking in the bathwater.

Lilly said she had something good for him, and with a wave of her hand, the bathtub instantly filled with water, surprising him secretly. Upon hearing Lilly's frank account of her experience in the ice pond, he realized the extraordinary nature of the ice pond water. Of course, he couldn't just soak in it like that!

Blake took a spoon and asked Margaret for a bucket, then divided it into a bucket.

When he took out a bucket, he calculated and realized the tub was already too full to accommodate his body volume.

Lilly filled it up too much!

So he took out two more buckets before he immersed himself.

As soon as Blake stepped inside, he could clearly feel the difference!

The hidden injuries from years of fighting, as well as the places where he had been shot before. This was even with good postoperative recovery, there were still hidden injuries.

But as soon as he soaked in the ice pond water, Blake could distinctly feel the speed of his injuries healing!

The sensation was so intense that his whole body burst with power. Fatigue swept away, and the longer he soaked, the more mentally invigorated he became.

Blake was originally sitting, but changed his position and lay in the water. He rested his head against a raised surface, leaving only two nostrils exposed.

He carefully felt that every blood vessel and cell in his body seemed to open up, and every pore regained new life.

During this month, Blake broke the rules underground in the cave. He was already sensitive to the rules of the world, and now he felt he had captured something extraordinary.

He focused his mind and immediately pursued this feeling, repeatedly experiencing it.

A slight sound, as if the voice of flesh was transforming and becoming stronger, made Blake feel a lightness throughout his body.

At first, that vague obstruction seemed to dissipate completely at this moment.

Splash!

Blake suddenly sat up.

In his current state, he felt he could break free from the cave constraints directly.

The thought of trying it out came to his mind.

Blake hurriedly got up and put on his clothes because the water in the ice pond was too precious and extraordinary. He couldn't bear to wipe it clean.

After getting dressed, he immediately stepped out and saw Margaret. He hastily instructed, "Don't clean my room, don't touch anything, especially the buckets of water in the bathroom and the bathwater in the tub. Don't touch them."

Margaret looked puzzled, "Okay..."

Then she saw Blake leaving.

In the middle of the night, Blake hurried to Apex Mountain.

Upon reaching the cliff, he pulled out a rope and descended directly from the cliff, arriving at the Underworld entrance.

The Underworld entrance was colder at night than during the day. It was supposed to be summer, yet it felt bitterly cold.

Blake was already accustomed to it. He wore only a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, paired with black hiking boots. He kicked away the stone blocking the cave entrance with one foot. With a loud bang!

The stone was crushed to dust by his kick. The power behind that kick was terrifying.

Blake was amazed in secret. He never expected that merely soaking in the ice pond water would enhance his combat power to such an extent.

He immediately entered the cave.

In the past month, he delved a hundred meters deep.

Blake didn't know how much further he had to go inside to break through the barrier between the Underworld and the mortal realm.

But at this moment, he had boundless confidence.

Blake quickly arrived at the place where he had last marked. In an instant, he felt the familiar 'plastic wrap' that restrained him, preventing him from going any further.

But Blake had a different approach this time. Before, he would forcefully break through and charge ahead.

Now, he could feel the weak spot in this "protective film."

Blake raised his hand and effortlessly tore the "protective film" apart, stepping inside!

Blake was delighted. Although it was still challenging, it was much better than before.

With determination, he tore through more than ten layers of the "protective film" in succession, tearing faster and walking faster!

Soon, he felt a lightness in his body, as if the gravitational pressure of the entire person had passed through the interstellar space, instantly becoming relaxed.

Suddenly, gloom, darkness, stillness, and eeriness rushed over him.

Blake squinted slightly, "Is this the Underworld?"

He didn't rashly go inside, who knows if the cunning King of Cities would suddenly appear?

Blake retreated after reaching this point.

He was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that soaking in the bathtub filled with ice water would allow him to break through the entrance to the Underworld. This was something he couldn't enter for a month!

Next time, he could go down with Lilly!

It turned out that "cultivation" really depended on some good things...

After coming up from the cliff bottom, it was almost dawn. Just as Blake stood on the edge of the cliff, his phone rang incessantly.

There was no signal at the bottom of the cliff. However, the signal connected when he came up, and a flood of messages poured in.

Anthony had made eleven missed calls!

Blake's heart tightened. Did something happen at home?!