The moon shadow dances outside the window at night.

Wang Han drove the car.

After a day of noisy activities, I was exhausted in the middle of the night.

The co-pilot, Meng Bizhi, had already fallen asleep.

Several people in the back row were fast asleep.

Han Beiming woke up once, "Brother Han, let me drive. You can rest for a while!"

"No, you take a nap! I can survive it!"

Han Beiming said nothing more and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Halfway through, Xiang Feng, who was sitting behind Wang Han, woke up and rubbed his eyes, "Wang Han, stop on the side of the road so I can pee!"

Wang Han handed over a mineral water bottle.

Xiang Feng took it over and shook it, "The mouth of the bottle is too small!"

"Stop pretending! Just pee! It's not online. There is no need to pretend that you are 18 centimeters tall."

Xiang Feng approached Wang Han and said, "I just had a frivolous dream, and I really can't pretend to do it. If you're not afraid of me laughing at your back, you can stop."

Wang Han stopped the car on the side of the road.

When others say this, Wang Han is not a fool at all, but this two-armed man is really capable of doing such a thing.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Han also got out of the car to get some fresh air.

Xiang Feng was standing on the side of the road discharging water. It seemed that he had had some frivolous dreams when he was young. The clear arc under the moonlight and the sound of hitting the ground were indeed the effects of dreams.

Wang Han leaned against the front of the car with a cigarette in his mouth.

Xiang Feng came over holding up his pants.

"Wang Han, can you go to the back row and help me get my cigarette?"

"Smoke me!"

"If I don't smoke, you always give me inferior cigarettes!"

Wang Han smiled awkwardly and went to the back seat to get Xiang Feng's cigarette. Unexpectedly, his butt was pushed and he pushed it into the car. With a bang, Xiang Feng sat in the driver's seat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll drive! You get some sleep!" Xiang Feng fastened his seat belt.

Seeing Wang Han stunned for a moment, Xiang Feng gave Wang Han a profile that he thought was very handsome, "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

Wang Han didn't say much, sat in the back seat and closed the door.

"Then please drive carefully! I'll take a nap and think of something!"

Xiang Feng said with a pretentious smile, "Don't worry! My driving skills are unrivaled!"

A few seconds later.

"Wang Han! I have a very small question! This car has no clutch, how do I change gears?"

"This is an automatic transmission! Do you know how to drive?"

"Oh! I can! It's been years since I got my driver's license!"

Wang Han just closed his eyes and opened them again when he heard something wrong, "Why are you turning on the wipers?"

"I can't find where the turn signal is!"

"Nima! You're kidding me!"

"It's just a joke. I'm just going to have fun and relieve my anxiety. Then go to sleep."

Wang Han closed his eyes.

The next car drove quickly and steadily.

It was around four o'clock in the morning, almost five o'clock in the morning.

The car stopped.

Wang Han opened his eyes, and Xiang Feng rubbed his eyes, stretched out, worked up his strength, and flicked his head toward the co-pilot's crotch, Meng Bizhi, with a loud bang.

Meng Bizhi woke up with a start while covering his crotch. His sleepy eyes were filled with doubts. When he woke up, his mind was still blank.

The car stopped outside an old guest house.

The buildings inside were not high, with three or four floors, and were surrounded on three sides. The door was locked. Xiang Feng climbed in and tried to open the door from the inside.

Before his hand could reach the door, Wang Han pried it open from the outside.

Xiang Feng's hand still paused in mid-air.

"Awesome, my fierceness!"

Others woke up one after another.

There are more than a dozen cars parked in the yard of the guest house.

As soon as I glanced around, I saw that almost all the windows in several buildings were dark.

Only one window is lit.

Even though the curtains were drawn, one could still see a person lying on the window, holding the window with both hands, and pushing his head against the window.

Judging from the body shape, she seems to be a woman.

After everyone got out of the car, they were half-awakened by the cold wind in the early morning, and half-awakened again by the shadow play.

Everyone unanimously raised their heads and admired it.

"That seems to be the teacher's room!"

"In fact, there is no need to add these two words!"

"You are disrespectful to me!" Feng Xiaoxiao cursed and took out his mobile phone to record the video.

Xiang Feng said enviously, "It would be great if I could be like this when I grow old!"

Wang Han glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that except for Pei Xinling and Han Beiming, everyone else was watching eagerly.

Yun Qingmeng wanted to pretend to be reserved at first, but when she saw Feng Xiaoxiao being so wild, she also looked at it brightly.

I watched it for more than ten minutes.

Wang Han took a look at the current temperature.

It's 14 degrees below zero right now!

Wang Han feels a bit cold even in the Vajra realm.

These people were stunned, but no one said they were cold.

This is how you practice in the summer and in the winter!

After Shi Qingquan finished the battle, the group of talents walked inside with unsatisfied intentions.

This guest house has been taken over by Zhenlong Pavilion, so there is no need to go through any formalities to check in.

Xiang Feng, the second-in-command, lived on one side of Shi Qingquan's room, and Feng Xiaoxiao lived on the other side.

Yun Qingmeng dragged Pei Xinling to live across the door.

Wang Han, Han Beiming and Meng Bizhi lived in the room with the best view on the same floor.

Meng Bizhi slept for a while, and his phone vibrated. After reading the message, he pretended to ask Wang Han for the car key, saying that he had left the data cable in the car and wanted to get it.

Wang Han sees through it but doesn’t point it out.

Sitting on a chair, with his feet on the window sill, a cigarette in his mouth, thinking about the next thing.

After dawn.

Wang Han opened his eyes and the bedside phone rang.

Han Beiming got up to practice and answered the phone.

After putting down the phone, Han Beiming said, "Brother Han, the kitchen has already started making breakfast. He told us to get up, clean up, and go down to eat later."

Wang Han washed his face.

Out the door.

Then I saw Shi Qingquan, who was on the same floor, walking out of the room and slapping his lower back.

The steps are a bit shaky.

Almost as soon as the door opened.

In the next room, Xiang Feng came out to say hello.

Shi Qingquan was stunned for a moment. He heard someone living next door in the early morning. He listened for a while and heard no movement next door. He thought he had fallen asleep, so he started stabbing the person. But when he saw that it was Xiang Feng, Shi Qingquan's

The smile solidified.
To be continued...