At dawn, Qixie got up. He went to the cooking place and was busy lighting a fire. Tang Sancheng rolled around with the quilt in his arms, not feeling sleepy and unwilling to get up. Bai Yi stood up and stretched out one foot to kick
Go up to Tang Sancheng's butt: "Sluggard, get up quickly!"
"It's not bright yet." Tang Sancheng protested and struggled to get up. His eyes were still half-closed and he didn't look very awake: "I've lived to this age, and I still have to be beaten by an old immortal like you."
Kick!"
The words "old and immortal" made Bai Yi's face immediately sink: "Tang Sancheng, I have to seal your mouth with tape!"
"I understand, please be careful in the future." Tang Sancheng said while getting dressed: "For the sake of me accompanying you all the way to find your old lover, you can't do this to me."
"Don't forget, this is good for both of us. The person guarding the coffin is the one with the strongest voodoo skills. If the mystery of our immortality can be solved, the rest of our lives will become easier and we won't have to hide here and there.
Being treated as a guinea pig and sent for dissection!" Bai Yi grabbed Tang Sancheng's collar and said viciously: "When will you become smarter?!"
Tang Sancheng was unmoved by Bai Yi's rudeness. He smiled and pushed Bai Yi's hand away: "Don't be so excited, aren't we two grasshoppers tied together?"
"If it weren't for this, I wouldn't be with you, an idiot. I've really had enough of you." Bai Yi let go of Tang Sancheng's collar and pushed Tang Sancheng. Tang Sancheng shook his head helplessly.
The strength of the bandits was different. With this slap, his frame almost fell apart, but... he was so hungry, "Gurgling, gurgling", Tang Sancheng's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
Qixie's voice rang out at the right time: "Thirty percent, the porridge is ready."
Tang Sancheng almost rolled over. Qixie was indeed the person who knew Tang Sancheng best. No wonder he got up so early to make breakfast. Naturally, he had to take care of Tang Sancheng's belly.
Bai Yi thought of Professor He: "I'm going to ask Professor He to have breakfast." Professor He's room was on the other side. Bai Yi walked over quietly and knocked on the door gently. There was no sound inside, and the door suddenly opened by itself.
A crack was opened, and Bai Yi looked through the crack in the door. Professor He was lying on the bed, motionless...
Reckless Tang Sancheng squeezed over: "Professor He hasn't gotten up yet? They say that old people have little sleep..." This squeeze directly pushed Bai Yi in and boldly broke into Professor He's bedroom. This was not Bai Yi.
With his usual style, Tang Sancheng was really a daredevil!
Before the curse words came out of Bai Yi's mouth, he froze there. He slowly walked forward, leaned down, put his fingers under Professor He's nose, and sniffed, his face looked like he had seen a ghost.
Ashen, one of his hands weakly pressed on the bed, and the bed immediately sunk in, unlike Bai Yi's heart sinking.
"What's wrong?" Tang Sancheng also felt that something was not good. He looked towards the bed. Professor He's face was ashen, completely lifeless. His eyes were tightly closed. The skin of his exposed arms was blue. Tang Sancheng's
When his hand touched it, his arm had become stiff. The strangest thing was that the corners of his mouth had an upward curve, and there was actually a smile. This smile formed a sharp contrast with the ashen face. He murmured: "
Sure enough, yesterday was a return to the past..."