The sight of the large hole burned through the bed gave me a fright.
No wonder Song Xiaotian had thrown water on me. If he hadn't thrown that basin of water, I would have been cremated tonight.
But I had been sleeping perfectly well. When had I started a fire?
I remembered my dream, in which I had burned down Du Ruhai's house.
Had I burned my bed while sleepwalking, thinking I was burning Du Ruhai's house?
But I looked all around and found neither a cigarette butt nor a lighter.
So this hole in the bed... I had burned it in my sleep!
No, I had burned it with magical power while dreaming!
I suddenly grew a little excited.
To think my first time using magic had been in a dream.
"What the hell are you grinning about?" Song Xiaotian looked at me as if I were crazy.
Only then did I notice he already had his luggage on his back and was about to leave with Meng Yifan.
Just then, Meng Yifan came in too. The sight of the hole I had burned in his bed startled him. "What the hell? Are you trying to set yourself on fire?"
I quickly made up a lie, saying I had accidentally fallen asleep while smoking.
The two were rushing to the airport and didn't look closely. They told me not to smoke in bed again, then left.
I gazed at the large hole in the bed, still feeling a surge of excitement.
But the bed was definitely unusable now, and I had no time to replace it. I would have to sort it out after returning from Lin City.
Seventh Master had booked tickets for a train leaving a little after seven in the morning. I had to hurry up