Yesterday, I dreamed I drank a kind of baijiu. I could only make out the words "Lao Bai" on the label. It was incredibly smooth going down, without a harsh alcohol burn, unbelievably sweet and fragrant. Does anyone know what it is? I really need to know!
"I was just imagining it." After sighing, Grindelwald smiled helplessly. He suddenly felt like a child who would run to his parents to share every amusing thing that happened at school.
And that parent, Dumbledore, had used this ridiculous incident to lecture him.
Seriously, did Dumbledore have to lecture him?
Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore as if he wanted to hit him, while the latter showed not the slightest self-awareness. No, that was not quite right. He did have a little.
For instance, Dumbledore had already put on his nightcap and was heading for the bedroom.
"It's getting late, so I'm going to bed... You should turn in early too."
Grindelwald gave a dry laugh. "I'll go make another patrol later."
"Still, get some rest early."
The next day, Kayson staggered down from his bedroom and saw the empty office...
"Damn? Did the office get robbed?" he roared instinctively, then quickly came to his senses. "Oh, I did all this myself. You scared me half to death..."
He took a deep breath and used the powers of the Creator God and Ender magic to move all the relocated machinery back to their original places.
However, Kayson moved the location of one crystal cultivation module elsewhere.
As for its original location, he enclosed it in glass. Inside were only a Grass Block and a small yellow flower growing atop it.
His MC Book lay quietly on his desk, and beside it was a freshly printed class schedule.
Kayson picked up the schedule and