When the sun melted the snow again, the good guy and Scarface were gone.

It's just that who cares about the existence of the two of them!

And there is such a room is also very lively.

The room was small, but three men slept.

Among them, there is a very dishonest Meng Qingyi who sleeps, with a pair of feet still climbing on the bed, but his head is pillowed on the ground at some point, and his whole waist is floating in the air.

Duan Taosong got up early.

Duan Tao Songben is not a meticulous person, but after seeing Meng Qingyi's sleeping position, he was inevitably startled. finally got out of the inner bed without disturbing Meng Qingyi, found a chair and sat down, and his eyes were staring at him as if he were nothing.

He's been silent.

He was in the corner, his feet crossed, and he didn't know if he was asleep.

Originally, no one had anything to say, but suddenly there was a "porphyry" sound, and some smells began to echo in the confined space.

This room is really small, and it is difficult to disperse.

Duan Taosong's face turned green, and he hurriedly pushed open the door.

He also opened his shrewd eyes, and Huo Ran got up and left.

The little mouse, which had already built a nest on top of Meng Qingyi's head, also covered his nose and fled out of the door in a gloomy manner.

The stench swayed a few more times, making Meng Qingyi almost suffocate.

Meng Qingyi flew out of the room like a desperate escape.

The three men leaned against the railing, breathing desperately.

Especially Meng Qingyi, who opened her mouth wide and panted desperately. No one would have thought that such a person would be one of the five most famous knives in the world.

It's just that Meng Qingyi has never cared about such fame, so he will roll when he should roll, and he will run for his life when he should run for his life, and he has never been very stubborn.

Meng Qingyi squatted down, picked up the mouse with a disgusted face, and then said.

"It's a stinky fart. ”

Meng Qingyi continued.

"The fart doesn't stink, the stinky fart doesn't make a sound, so it's really quiet. ”

It's still quiet.

Duan Taosong and he looked at him quietly, and Meng Qingyi didn't feel embarrassed, just smiled and said.

"It may have something to do with eating too many peanuts last night. ”

Afterwards, the stomach "growled" in protest.

There weren't many options in the small station of Pingchuan, only white porridge and boiled eggs.

The three of them didn't choose, they asked for a bowl of porridge and an egg.

He eats very carefully, and when he eats with Ling Xiang at home in the past, he has also eaten eggs with porridge. At this time, Ling Xiang will take the lead in peeling off the egg shell, and then gently mash it in the porridge, let the egg yolk dip into the thick white porridge, and then feed it with a spoon. Gradually, he developed this way of eating.

Meng Qingyi devoured it, "gurgling", her lips and tongue rolled three or two times, and a bowl of hot porridge was drunk into her stomach. Then he cracked the egg, cut out a piece and gave it to the mouse, and then bit off half of the egg. This is, of course, related to the fact that he spent many years in prison and was often hungry.

Duan Taosong took a sip and knew that this porridge was overnight, because it was winter, so it was not rancid, and after tasting it, he didn't move it again. As for boiled eggs, Duan Taosong didn't eat much. Duan Taosong has always liked to eat salty pestles, and he loves the one with egg yolk and oil, so innocent eggs are really not in line with his appetite.

After resting, the three of them walked towards Yucheng again.