Meng Li lay on the bed as the sound of King of Soul Fighting heroes being killed came from beside him. Because there weren't enough rooms, he could only share one with Zhu Shi.
This drew Wu Changkong's jealousy. Even if he said nothing, Meng Li could tell.
"Master Ancestor, can you turn off the lights so we can sleep?" Meng Li sighed from his bed.
"You're so young. Why sleep so early? Shouldn't you be cultivating?" Zhu Shi lectured him while staring at his New Soul Tool Communicator.
Why do I suddenly want to hit him? Meng Li looked at the clock, which already read 2:25 a.m., took a deep breath, and thought that he absolutely had to bring earplugs and an eye mask whenever he went out in the future.
Unable to sleep, he could only cultivate.
After pondering through the night, Meng Li finally fell asleep at four.
But after only an hour of sleep, an alarm sounded outside the door. Meng Li opened his eyes, feeling like he wanted to cry.
I'm such an idiot. Why did I come to this place? Meng Li lamented inwardly as he got up to wash up.
Everyone in the living room was already eating.
As soon as he walked over, he saw Tang Wulin eating a pitch-black steamed bun. It smelled awful and reeked of fishiness. Meng Li took one look and walked away in disgust.
"You eat too!" Seeing Meng Li being so tactless, Zhu Shi pointed at the basket.
"I'll give it a try." Dark cuisine from Douluo Continent. Meng Li walked over, picked one up, and took a bite. He immediately spat it out. The fishy taste was too strong; he really couldn't swallow it.
"Forget it. You don't have the palate for it, kid. Give