When Song Feiyu regained consciousness, he wanted to move his body, but he found that he couldn't control his body like a ghost pressing the bed.

I still haven't figured out what that black stone is. How can it be automatically recognized by iris, is it the same as in the novel, what kind of system is it?

But it was clear that he was overthinking. There is no bound information in the brain, and there are just the body that starts to get hot.

This feeling frightened Seinfeld, this temperature, I'm afraid it has reached the highest value of human body temperature, right?

Could it be that after being drenched in the rain, I have a fever? But it is impossible, even if I have a fever, I will not even be able to control my body!

It was hot, as if it had been roasted on a stove, and the cells in the whole body were boiling.

But even so, Seinfeld still did not faint, and he could clearly feel the pain on his body.

This feeling is very uncomfortable, I remember when I was a child, except after being scalded by boiling water again, this pain rarely appeared again.

This fiery sensation lasted for about two hours. Halfway through, Seinfeld couldn't hold on several times and almost fainted. However, I always felt in my heart that if I gave up, I would regret it.

It was this feeling that made Seinfeld grit his teeth and persevere.

When the pain disappeared, the nerves that had been tense finally relaxed, and consciousness gradually blurred.

The little white fox was lying beside him, looking at him with big smart eyes. Although he didn't know what was happening, the heat that came from Seinfeld made him feel a little pain as well.

But even so, the little white fox has always been by his side. didn't leave a single step, and when the heat on Seinfeld disappeared, the little white fox fainted tiredly.

When Seinfeld woke up again, he was frightened by the scene in front of him. He was lying on the ground, bare, and there was nothing left except for some hairs that had survived the difficulty.

Well, even the bed is gone.

What happened ( ́・ω・)?

In the middle of his thoughts, a foul smell broke into his nose. This stinky smell is a bit like the smell left in my mouth after eating canned herring for a week (forget it, I want to throw up).

Song Feiyu, who couldn't stand the stench, quickly boiled a bucket of hot water, put it in the toilet, and cleaned it from beginning to end. Still, the stench lingers on the tip of my nose.

When he got dressed and came out, Seinfeld's stomach gurgled and he thought about it now, as if he hadn't eaten all night.

Seeing that the little white fox was still asleep, Seinfeld gently stroked its hair, and the smooth feel gave him a lot of comfort. I opened the door and went to the bun shop he used to frequent.

"Boss, bring me ten buns. Seinfeld asked for ten in one go, and according to him, he would never be able to eat so much. After all, this steamed bun shop is very generous, and you can eat enough to eat three.

However, this morning, I don't know why, Seinfeld always felt that he could eat it very well today.

"Okay, your ten buns are a total of fifteen yuan. After the boss packed two plastic bags, he handed them to Seinfeld and said.

"Fifteen, wasn't it a dollar a piece before?" Song Feiyu's whole person is not good, has the price of buns increased now?

"There's no way, prices are rising, and now flour costs six or seven yuan a catty. It's gone up by three yuan, and my bun has only gone up by five cents, is there a problem?" said the owner of the bun shop politely.

"No problem!" Seinfeld looked at the bun in his hand, as if he was eating gold. Now everything is rising, but the salary is not rising, and if it continues like this, the buns will not be able to afford it.

When I returned to the rental house with the buns I bought, I saw the landlord Aunt Wang standing at the door, her face obviously unhappy.

"Good morning Aunt Wang, did you have breakfast?" Seinfeld said with a smile on his face and stepped forward to greet him.

The landlord glanced at Seinfeld, the displeasure in his eyes became more obvious, and said, "I rented the house to you because you are honest and have no heart." But you smell it yourself, what has become of the house now? It stinks so much that the neighbors can't stand it. Quickly pay the rent to me and leave. ”

Now that Song Feiyu is gone, he kicked himself out, where does he live?

"Aunt Wang can't be like this, this is an accident, I promise this is the last time, don't drive me away, okay?"

"We signed a contract for one year, and you've been living here for a year and a half. I was going to drive you away a long time ago, but I saw that you were pitiful, and let you stay for a while longer. But if you want to do it yourself, I can't help it. Aunt Wang hugged her arms and said with a helpless look.

Looking at her appearance, it seems that there is no turnaround. Open the door and get ready to pay the rent.

But as soon as I opened the door, I heard Aunt Wang shouting, "Where's my bed?"

The small house of twenty or thirty square meters was empty, and the only big bed was also lost by Seinfeld.

Song Feiyu hurriedly said, "Aunt Wang, listen to my explanation." ”

The landlord raised his hand and stopped what Seinfeld was about to say: "You don't need to explain, after paying the rent, leave me immediately." If you live in it again, maybe something will disappear. ”

"Also, although my bed is second-hand, it also cost me more than 2,000 yuan, and I don't want you to pay much, 800 yuan, just forget it. Seeing that you don't have a place to live lately, give you a week to look for a house. After the landlord took the money, he left in a hurry.

After all, the smell in this house is still a little unpleasant.

Seinfeld sighed speechlessly, after this person was unlucky, it was really wave after wave.

Take out a bun and eat it in one bite. Now that there is no way to change it, there is only one way to accept fate.

Moreover, I can't wronged myself even more.

After eating one, when I was about to take another one, I touched a fluffy thing. Looking down, the little white fox lowered his head and ate a bun.

Feeling Seinfeld's big hand, he raised his head and smiled, and then continued to eat.

This Nima, this fox has become a sperm, did you smile at me just now?

Seinfeld rubbed his eyes, believing that what he had just seen was not an illusion. Although it is said that some animals can always be seen on the Internet with humanized expressions, they are definitely not as vivid as the little white fox just now.

However, there have been a lot of strange things that have happened recently, so it's not strange.

Just hurry up and pick up the buns, so as not to be eaten by the little white fox. After all, its speed is too fast, and after a while, the two buns are gone.

"You foodie, why do you eat so much?" In the end, Seinfeld Yu ate four buns, and Little White Fox ate six. He also stretched out his tongue and licked it on his mouth, looking like he was still unsatisfied.

Song Feiyu instantly felt bad, and now he can't afford to raise it, and he actually has an extra fox that can eat.

Suddenly I felt that my future life was dark.

At this time, there were dark clouds outside the window, which was different from usual, although it was already seven or eight o'clock, but the sun was still not visible.

Bursts of muffled thunder echoed in the clouds, and some of the middle and second disease patients may think that the immortal is crossing the catastrophe!

It looked like it was going to rain heavily later, so Seinfeld had to wait a while before going out. Open the window, let the smell out of the room, and then sit on the chair with the little fox in your arms, looking at the sky outside the window, not knowing what to think.

And the little white fox in his arms also looked out the window, but in its eyes, he saw a trace of unhappiness.