After everything was dealt with, there were only a few minutes left before system maintenance. Haoran hurriedly returned from the teleportation array to the Temple of Creation. For the sake of experience points, he slept in the haunted house where he had conquered the silly boy. He is now at level 41 with 92%
Experience points, at least 1 to 2% of experience points can be added to him every hour in the haunted house, which can ensure that he can return to level 42 in a sweet dream.
"Ruo'er, do you know about the Demon God Clan?" Haoran asked suddenly the moment Ruo'er took care of everything for him and turned around to leave.
"I don't know, is it a branch of the demon clan?" Ruo'er looked confused. She thought hard, but there was no information related to it in the memory bank.
"Forget it, let's talk about it later, I'm going to sleep first." Seeing that her expression didn't seem to be fake, Haoran murmured, closed his eyes and rested. Is this Demon God Clan, as in the legend, the God Clan and the God Clan?
He has not yet figured out what the demons are ashamed of. The more people who know now, the greater the danger will be in the future. After careful consideration, he decided to keep this secret first.
It was only around nine o'clock when he got off the line. Haoran got up and took a hot shower. He washed the dirty clothes he had changed out three times and then hung them up to dry before going to bed. When he did all this, he found that except for Lan
Except for some noises in the quiet house, other people's rooms were pretty quiet.
Haoran thought of Xiaoyun's pale face recently, and couldn't help but feel a little pain in his heart. Not only Situ Muyun, but everyone has been fighting continuously in the game recently, and their energy is obviously a little exhausted. It's rare that they can sleep peacefully today, naturally.
Rested early.
With his head on the soft and fluffy pillow, Haoran quickly fell into sleep. In his dream, he seemed to be back by the stream beside the village, watching his mother washing and cooking by the river, feeling extremely peaceful.
This sweet dream finally ended with a crisp ringing of the doorbell. He rubbed his eyes and looked out the window. Through the white window screen, he could see a ray of golden sunlight in the morning filling the small bushes outside.
He looked up at the wall clock on the window and found that the hour hand pointed at 6:45. It was strange, so early in the morning, who could it be? Haoran put on his clothes in confusion, opened the door and went out, wanting to see what was going on.
"Qingqing, Yun Hao." A strange middle-aged female voice came from downstairs. That "Qingqing" was obviously calling Lan Qingjue, so who was Yun Hao calling? Could it be someone new?
?
Haoran glanced at Xiaoyun's room. Inside the door, the quilt was still messy, but there was no one there. Apparently he had just gotten up and went upstairs. The doors of Bad Cowboy and Lan Qingjue's rooms were also open, but they were also empty.
"Morning." As soon as his eyes touched Luo Tiancheng's door, the door opened with a creak, and Luo Tiancheng, who was still wearing pajamas, came out, and their eyes happened to meet each other.
"Good morning to you too." Haoran replied politely, but in his heart, he was thinking that Ah Chen's pajamas looked very comfortable, so he would go and get one when he had time. From then on, he would play games in his pajamas at home.
The effect is definitely good.
There were two bathrooms upstairs, and they each entered one of them and freshened up a little.
"Brother Luo, who's here downstairs?" Haoran finished brushing his teeth, wiped his face with warm water, and turned his head to Luo Tiancheng, who was cleaning his cheeks with a razor.
"I don't know, I've never heard that voice before. I immediately changed my clothes and went down to take a look." Luo Tiancheng shook his head. "That voice" naturally refers to the middle-aged female voice downstairs.
"Well, let me go down and take a look first." Even Luo Tiancheng didn't know about this? Haoran was stunned, casually hung up the towel and walked towards the stairs.
He is really a kid who can't hide his troubles. Luo Tiancheng looked at his back and thought he was quite cute. He is an elite in the business, and the people he comes into contact with are all masters who are unmoved by the collapse of the mountain. Habits lead
He lives a masked life, but when he sees Haoran's true nature revealed in his gestures, he actually likes it quite a bit and gets a lot of points.
Before reaching the stairs, Lan Qingjue climbed up to the second floor dragging a small travel bag. Her delicate face was full of excitement, and there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.
"Qingqing, who is here?" Looking at her happy look, Haoran guessed that she must know the following situation quite clearly, and he could conclude that it must be a good thing.
"Aunt Qiu is here. From now on, someone will cook for us." Qingqing said with a smile on her face, "Her cooking is good, everyone will be happy."
Oh, Haoran just remembered that there was such a thing. The legendary Aunt Qiu had decided to take care of the daily life of a few people in the studio today. She played games all day long and almost forgot about it.
Two pure.
By the way, this Aunt Qiu seems to be a neighbor of one of Qingqing's relatives, and she should be familiar with both her and Bad Cowboy. In this way, the call Yun Hao made just now was most likely the real name of Bad Cowboy.
"Is her cooking really good? Can it be as delicious as in a restaurant?" The big meals served in the past few days have made Haoran's mouth very naughty. Naturally, she will not feel the taste of Aunt Qiu's cooking in Lan Qingjue's mouth.
It's so good that it can compete with the ones in famous restaurants.
"You'll know if it tastes good or not." Qingqing didn't argue, but said with a longing look on her face: "I kind of want to eat the golden cake she made."
"Greedy girl." Haoran didn't know what the golden cake was, but seeing Lan Qingjue's yearning look on his face, it must taste good.
"It seems that the time for going out to restaurants will be greatly reduced in the future." There was obviously a hint of regret in his next words. He had made a lot of money recently, which also affected him, a young boy who had not reached the food and clothing limit not long ago.
It's so luxurious.
"You know you have good food, why can't you save some money?" Qingqing glared at him and said, "The money for ordering food is also deducted from everyone's dividends, not just dropped out of thin air."
"Okay, Beauty Qingqing is right." Haoran made a face. In fact, he just said it casually and jokingly. He has eaten a lot of hardships since he was a child. Even if the food is really not very delicious, it is still better than him.
In the past, it was good to have instant noodles every day.
"Do me a favor and carry this to the third floor." Qingqing rolled her eyes and saw that there was a strong labor force in front of her. How stupid were you not to use it?
"What is this?" Haoran took the package in her hand and weighed it. Well, the bag was not too big, but it was quite heavy.
"Aunt Qiu's luggage. While you were online yesterday, I, Xiaoyun and Bad Cowboy had packed up a room in the attic. Aunt Qiu will live upstairs with us from now on." Qingqing got rid of it.
He lifted the weight in his hand and smiled with satisfaction, revealing two cute little pear nests again.
"That's it, no problem." Haoran quickly carried his luggage up to the third floor. When he went down to the second floor again, Luo Tiancheng and Lan Qingjue had disappeared.
"Two unloyal guys, they didn't even wait for me when I got down." He felt a little disappointed and muttered.
Forget it, the big shot usually appears last. While finding reasons to comfort himself, he straightened his T-shirt and jeans that were washed a little white, and walked down the stairs.
"It smells so good." He was only halfway through when he could already smell the aroma coming from the kitchen. It seemed that no one had been there since he and the bad cowboy cooked once.
Going downstairs in three steps and two steps at a time, he found that there was indeed a middle-aged woman with a slightly stout figure busy in the kitchen. She must be Aunt Qiu, how could she have already entered the role within a few minutes of coming here?
Haoran sniffed again, feeling that the smell was different from the aroma of white porridge, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"Xiao Bai, are you up?" On the sofa in the living room, Situ Muyun heard the movement and put down the newspaper in his hand. Her hair was spread over her shoulders, and she was dressed in white home clothes. At first glance, she looked quite lazy.
"Yes, Xiaoyun." Haoran walked over with a smile and asked, "Did you sleep well yesterday?"
"Not bad." Xiao Yunfeng rolled her eyes and said with a smile: "Aunt Qiu is here. She is quite talkative. Please go to the kitchen and say hello when you have time."
"Yes." He nodded. This is the most basic courtesy. He would go without Xiaoyun reminding him.
"Aunt Qiu." Haoran entered the kitchen and called softly.
Hearing the sound, the middle-aged woman who was busy turned around immediately.
"You are also from a game studio, right? You don't need to call me 'Lao Qiu', just call me 'Lao Qiu'." Her face was full of smiles, and she obviously liked it here. There is no need to work outside at the moment.
It's so easy to find. It's rare that Qingqing called her that day and told her that there was a job that could earn a high salary. She agreed to come here without saying a word. Originally, she only came here for the high salary. When she came here, everyone was very polite.
, what she was asked to do, apart from cooking, was just some household chores, which were easy to handle, and she couldn't help but feel very good at the moment.
"You are an elder, it's normal to call you aunt." Haoran smiled. This woman was about the same age as his mother, and he didn't want to raise her. Maybe it was because he was also born in poverty, and every time he saw the same woman at the bottom of the society, he was making a living.
People will feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
Although this Aunt Qiu was not as good as the previous Aunt Wu who had to leave in his mind, the overall impression was good. After walking around the kitchen and confirming that he did not need help, he returned
hall.
"Xiao Bai, this news may interest you." As soon as he sat down on the sofa, Situ Muyun handed him a newspaper.
"Oh?" Haoran is a person who never cares about facts and news. Xiaoyun also knows this. What does he want to read when the newspaper is handed to him this time?
He curiously opened the newspaper and was immediately attracted by the headline in red letters - "University professor gave up academics and led the Burning Flame Legion into Wuji!"
Burning Flame Legion? Haoran was stunned. Isn't it the CS team that he once participated in? Wang Meixi was also a member of it! What on earth is going on?
