The moon is like a silver platter, and the stars are not visible.

Ling Feng lay flat on the bed, the silver moon hanging high in the night sky in the distance.

A little depressed in his heart, he left the familiar big bed, and he was known for his good sleep, and he actually suffered from insomnia.

Every time I close my eyes, a figure in a pale yellow dress and fluffy hair always appears in front of me out of thin air.

And there was an inexplicable low roar from next door from time to time, which made him very irritable.

"Alas. ”

After sighing softly, Ling Feng rolled over and got out of bed, walked to the table and poured a glass of wine.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

Perhaps only spirits can wake up the sleepy worm in this seat.

"Boom. ”

After a few glasses of strong wine, Ling Feng felt that his body was much warmer, drowsiness suddenly hit, his eyelids gradually became heavier, and the scene in front of him became more and more blurry...

......

It's still a familiar scene, it's still a familiar job.

Putting on the familiar uniform again, Ling Feng rode his beloved Emma through the streets, looking at the scene of the continuous retreat around him, he actually had a feeling of being in a different world.

"Damn. ”

Ling Feng looked down at the quartz watch on his wrist, his brows instantly twisted into an inverted shape, and scolded softly: "It's been 56:11 minutes, in order not to be complained, now you can only show your superb driving skills." ”

With his right hand, he screwed the handlebar to the highest gear, and his body suddenly leaned back unconsciously, and Ling Feng grabbed the handlebar tightly with both hands to stabilize his body balance.

"As long as this meal is delivered, I will be able to defend my title as the king of autumn mountain express. ”

Feeling the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, Ling Feng muttered to himself.

"Get aside!"

Just when Ling Feng was looking forward to picking up the golden belt belonging to the Express King, a figure suddenly broke into his field of vision and shouted, "Stop down!"

"Squeak..."

Looking at the little brother who raised his palm, Ling Feng suddenly clenched the brakes, and the tires kept rubbing against the ground and made a harsh sound.

"Did you drink?" asked the police officer, holding the recorder.

"Nope. ”

Ling Feng replied, "I didn't drink much." ”

"You're all drunk. The little brother said with a serious face.

"Nope. ”

Ling Feng said with a serious face: "I'm not drunk." ”

Drunk? joke, the title of not drunk in this seat is blown by the wind?

"Name, occupation. The little brother took out a notebook and prepared to record it, and asked.

"Ling Feng. ”

Hammering his head twice, Ling Feng said dizzily: "In terms of profession, this seat is a cultivator of the Immortal Pax Gate, I don't know if it counts." ”

"That's how much was drunk. ”

The little brother muttered softly, kept recording in the notebook, and said softly: "Courier." ”

"Yes. ”

Ling Feng nodded and agreed: "Autumn Famous Mountain Express King, have you finished remembering, I still have to defend my king's gold belt." ”

"Home address. ”

The little brother ignored him and continued to ask.

"I don't think I can remember the home address. ”

Ling Feng's mind was empty, and after pondering for a while, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember, my home is on the Boundless Mountain of the Nine Secluded Continent, and there is still my stupid little junior sister there." ”

Nine Hidden Continent Boundless Mountain?

The little brother couldn't help but shake his head when he heard the name.

Well, this kid not only drank a lot of wine, but also read a lot of novels.

"Come, come, come. ”

After the little brother finished recording, he put away the notebook, took out the exhaled gas alcohol content detector, put it to his mouth, and shouted, "Blow." ”

Looking at the strangely shaped instrument in front of him, Ling Feng also felt that it was somewhat familiar.

Take a blow?

Then blow it, in fact, this seat also has the title of iron lung.

"Whew..."

Biting the tube with his mouth, Ling Feng blew hard.

After blowing for a while, I couldn't help but secretly say in my heart: "Alas, no, why can't I stop." ”

As if out of control, Ling Feng felt a feeling of suffocation...

(Drunk driving ruins life, refusal to drink and drive!!)

......

Early the next morning.

"Whew. ”

Ling Feng opened his eyes and found that Zhang Xiaoya was pinching his nose, hurriedly broke away from her hand, and breathed heavily.

"Senior sister. ”

Ling Feng rubbed his somewhat sore head with his palm, and said with a wry smile: "Are you trying to suffocate me so that you can inherit the position of the head of this seat?" ”

"Cut. ”

Zhang Xiaoya gently helped Ling Feng onto the stool and said softly, "Senior brother, why do you like to sleep on the floor?"

Looking at the bed not far away, Ling Feng shook his head fiercely, and said lightly: "Sleeping on the floor is an inescapable way for a teenager to grow into a man." ”

Slowly getting up, Ling Feng was about to take another nap, he was now feeling extremely sore.

"Not good. ”

Just as he was about to raise his feet, Ling Feng thought of a very tricky matter.

Every time I extracted something from a dream before, it would randomly appear next to me, why didn't I have it this time?

"Senior sister, did anyone else enter this room before you came in?" Ling Feng asked with a frown.

"Nope. ”

Zhang Xiaoya shook her head and replied, "They said they didn't dare to disturb Senior Brother to rest, so they didn't even get too close to the door." ”

"That's weird. ”

Ling Feng began to recall the last time he extracted it.

Yesterday I dreamed of the beggar old-timer, and then the dream method and the attached martial arts appeared in my mind.

Wait, is it possible...

Quickly sat down on the bed, closed his eyes, and Ling Feng's mind sank into his mind.

"Sure enough. ”

A box-shaped instrument phantom, and a few papayas and broccoli were sitting silently.