Sunday, April 17th.
Eight o'clock in the morning.
Upper City has not yet turned on the lights.
The inner courtyard is silent, the night is still thick, the night's thunder and snoring gradually weaken; this is the sweetest moment of sleep in the day for the senior brothers and sisters.
Li Guishen woke up midway, took advantage of the brief pause in thunder, and hurriedly snuggled back into bed to continue his sleep.
But Feng Mu suddenly opened his eyes at this moment. He went to the bathroom, splashed some cold water on his face, and then returned to the courtyard.
Perhaps because he successfully expelled one-third of the liquid from his body, or maybe because his constitution has improved, Feng Mu felt that even though he only slept for two and a half hours, he was not particularly tired.
"That's true, the trait of a corpse is lethargy, and the essence of a living person is to struggle to stay awake for a while longer."
