At five o'clock, Song Qiuyue woke up. In fact, she didn't sleep well all night, and lay on her side with her back to Cheng Peng all night, and half of her body was paralyzed when she got up.

She didn't dare to move at all, she didn't even dare to breathe heavily, nervousness always enveloped her, but she was intoxicated by it.

Her heart was pounding, what was Cheng Peng doing? Sleeping? What kind of sleeping position did she think about it for a long time before she made up her mind to get up. Song Qiuyue's mind was so disturbed that she didn't hear the rushing water in the bathroom.

After getting up, she slowly turned back and found that the bed opposite her was empty, and she couldn't help but feel a little lost. Seeing that Cheng Peng's bed sheets were darker in color, Song Qiuye was very curious, and when he touched his hand, it was wet. At this moment, Cheng Peng was washing up in the bathroom, and she asked, "Dapeng, what's wrong with your bed?"

"Hey, don't mention it, sister, hurry up and pack your things, let's leave!" Cheng Peng was full of toothpaste foam, his head poked out of the bathroom door, and said to her.

It's like being a thief.

Song Qiuyue hurriedly agreed, and the two finished washing up and left the small hotel. Fortunately, the hotel was very dilapidated, and there were no valuable objects in the room, so the owner confiscated the deposit.

At half past five, the town's streets were empty, and there was only one cleaner sweeping the streets slowly.

The two of them carried bags and cages, and stood on the side of the street looking left and right. Song Qiuyue was confused in her heart, but Cheng Peng was very excited.

"Sister Qiuyue, let's have breakfast first, and then go find a house. Cheng Peng said.

Song Qiuyue nodded, in fact, she didn't make up her mind in her heart. After all, there is a difference between men and women, does she really want to share a room with this young man with strong blood? The town is small, and she can't walk ten steps to meet acquaintances, if it spreads, wouldn't Zhang Hu know about it again?

Song Qiuyue is now dead to Zhang Hu, but she is unwilling to involve Cheng Peng.

Cheng Peng was much more decisive than her, took her along the street, looked for a breakfast shop that had just opened, and the two of them entered the door and ordered fried dough and bean curd, and had a full meal.

"Boss, give me two meat buns, and my dog will eat too." Cheng Peng also bought two buns for Cheng Dazhuang.

The boss was not happy, but he was helpless to make money. It's just that when handing the buns to Cheng Peng, he said sourly: "Young man, you are a rich man, all the dogs eat meat buns? ”

"Wang!" the little thing seemed to understand him, and jumped at him and shouted.

Cheng Peng smiled, took the bun and handed it to Cheng Dazhuang, and at the same time touched its head: "My dog is my daughter, I didn't treat it as a dog." ”

The boss scoffed and turned back to get busy.

Cheng Dazhuang held the bun in his mouth, didn't eat it tightly, but looked up at Cheng Peng deeply, and whined twice in his throat.

Cheng Peng felt very strange, he seemed to understand the meaning of Cheng Dazhuang's shout. For example, Cheng Dazhuang was scolding the boss for being nosy just now, but now he is expressing his gratitude to him and saying that he will always follow.

Look at its back hair, the oil is smooth and shiny, although it is still fetal hair, but it seems to have the style of a German pastor.

Cheng Peng smiled and teased it again, snatching the bun from its mouth. The meat buns that reached his mouth were about to be snatched away, and Cheng Dazhuang was naturally unhappy. It whimpered and began to frenzy: "How can you take back what you gave to someone else?"

This time, Cheng Peng understood its meaning again, and couldn't help but be more and more surprised.

"Could it be that it's because my Soul Rejuvenation has contaminated it, so it has spirituality, or can we communicate with each other?" Cheng Peng recalled, and could only explain it like this.

After eating, wiping their mouths, the two continued to look for a house, and the time was already past six o'clock.

The town is not big, there is only one community, and there are other houses, all within a radius of three or five miles. Cheng Peng plans to ask one by one until he rents the house.

But after this journey, both of them were disappointed. The houses in the town are either inhabited by people, or the iron general guards the door. There is no one at home, and most of them have gone out to work.

When they walked to a wide alley in the back street, suddenly the two of them smelled a strong stench, as if the septic tank was open.

This smell made Cheng Peng and Song Qiuyue nauseous, and Cheng Dazhuang frowned even more, jumping to his feet and scolding: "Which dog grandson is! It's more smelly than mine!

Cheng Peng really understood, and he was ecstatic in his heart, didn't he have another ability? Lead Hua Mirror, Lead Hua Mirror, you have mountains, waters, and worlds, and a mirror elf like a little fairy's daughter. How many mysteries do you have?

"This little thing is really fierce. Song Qiuyue saw Cheng Dazhuang jumping happily, and couldn't help but cover her nose and smile.

"Hey, it's full. Cheng Peng said.

Zziz!

The little thing actually crouched at his feet and soaked a soak of urine in protest.

Cheng Peng smiled helplessly, while Song Qiuyue was stunned for a moment and couldn't help giggling. This is probably her happiest moment in recent days.

The stench drifted in the wind, followed by a cacophony of giggling. Cheng Peng and Song Qiuyue followed the prestige, and saw that not far ahead, five delinquent teenagers with red and green hair were smashing the door of a house with plastic bags.

The plastic bag was an ordinary white grocery bag, with a bulging earthy yellow liquid inside, and the mouth was tightly tied. When it was thrown at the door, it exploded like a balloon of water, and the smell of earthy yellow scattered in all directions, and the whole door panel was yellow and muddy.

"I'll wipe it! That's dung soup! These boys are so bad, how can they smash this thing on someone else's door?" Cheng Peng frowned, his fingers plugging his nostrils.

Among the five people, a tall young man with an explosive head hid to the side to watch the excitement, smoking a cigarette in his hand. He tilted his head and said to his partner who was fighting in front of him: "Smash more, make a little harder!"

"I didn't have a bun, so I brought it today. My grass, on such a hot day, are full of maggots~" A red-haired urn replied angrily.

"A bunch of idiots, why do you work so hard to get you to do something?, or force this old thing away, how can our family buy his house?" scolded.

Cheng Peng listened to his ears, coupled with the good things that this group of guys had done, he was extremely disgusted with them in his heart. He was pondering how to avoid the stench, and by the way, he taught them a lesson, when suddenly he saw a black and yellow shadow swishing out.

Cheng Dazhuang?!

Cheng Peng's head was sweating, and Song Qiuyue was even more startled: "What is it going to do?"

"This little thing~" Cheng Peng hurriedly caught up, for fear that the dog would suffer.

That little thing has a tiger's head and a tiger brain, and the milk is fierce, and it runs fast without saying a word. The ears fit into the head, the tail flattens out in a line with the body, and the four furry claws scrape the ground fiercely, bringing up a cloud of flying dust.

It silently rushed behind the head of the explosion, jumped up and down, and whimpered, biting the man's ass.

"Ouch~" A miserable scream floated over the town at seven o'clock in the morning.