After returning home, Feng Jiujiu got into the egg in the tip of the bag, and Qin Dong couldn't help but feel suspicious.

Before Feng Jiujiu turned into flames, the expression on her face seemed quite impatient, just like a child who wanted to take apart and play with her favorite toys quickly after buying them.

There is no doubt that Feng Jiujiu is very interested in the liquefied gas stove and the gas tank. She wanted to fiddle with these two things, which means that she hurried into the egg, not to rest. There is enough space in the egg for her to fiddle with it.

Qin Dong was trapped by this egg. At that time, the space in the egg was just installed. Now Feng Jiujiu is going to play with the liquefied gas stove inside, so the space should be larger, which means that the egg can be large or small.

This was nothing unexpected. Feng Jiujiu's sleeves could hold what she wanted at will, which means that it was also a storage space.

Qin Dong thought of many descriptions of storage space. This magical space treasure, from simple storage, can accommodate a world, or even cultivate a world inside.

Judging from Feng Jiujiu's identity background, what she has is definitely not a low-level treasure with simple storage, but Qin Dong has no way to judge what level it is.

Qin Dong touched the tip of her chest and wanted to tell her that she could come out for breakfast at 6:30 tomorrow morning.

After washing up, Qin Dong was lying on the bed to read. He was still very nervous in his senior year of high school. Qin Dong also had to work hard, but he always felt a little sleepy at this time.

He is actually not a genius and academic master, so he barely meets the average level of the class.

After reading "Notes on False Score Improvement in Dogs", Qin Dong decided to do some tricks. Mathematics is his weakness. This lesson is really the brain that determines the scores. Diligence can only improve the grades a little.

But there is no way. Qin Dong should try his best to improve his math level, so as not to become a mediocre person who cannot apply mathematical methods to solve work and study problems in daily life in the future.

For example, whether to buy 500g of meat that costs 30 yuan or 350g of meat that costs 21 yuan, it will take a long time to know which one is more cost-effective.

After reviewing for more than twenty minutes, Qin Dong turned off the lights and lay down into the bed.

At this time, his mind gradually broke out from his learning state and recalled this magical day.

Demon Court, His Majesty the Emperor, Princess.

The saint flattened the ancient place of cultivation, forming today's earth.

This world used to exist in hell, but now there is no hell, and ghosts have nowhere to go, and they will naturally disappear after death, so there are no ghosts in the current world.

Without hell, will there be no reincarnation?

Feng Jiujiu said that hell is just the same big force as the Demon Court. Does that mean that there are other big forces like the Heavenly Court, the Dragon Palace, the Western Paradise, the Kunlun Realm, and other such big forces?

Qin Dong had no idea, but during the period of hatching eggs, when Feng Jiujiu came out, you can ask her more questions like this, although Qin Dong still suspected that his world was not the same as Feng Jiujiu's world.

I fell asleep thinking about these mysterious and fantastic things.

Qin Dong has a relatively accurate biological clock. When he woke up in the morning, it was just past six o'clock and three o'clock. He did not have the habit of setting an alarm clock. He always felt that being woken up would make his brain worse. It took time to adjust to enter a good state, which was far less than the feeling of waking up naturally.

Today when he was making breakfast in the kitchen, Feng Jiujiu did not run out to watch. Qin Dong even opened the freezer in the refrigerator to tempt her, and there was no movement.

Logically, she should have felt the power of frost, just like yesterday, and she would come to see if it was a frost magic weapon.

What is she doing? Is she sleeping in an egg? Qin Dong thought about it. An extraordinary creature like Feng Jiujiu cannot be guessed by the daily life concepts of ordinary people.

After breakfast, Qin Dong walked out of the house and posted a note at the door that wrote about the approximate time to go home from school today. Then he walked out of the community to take the bus to school.

The early morning of April still felt cool. After the sun came out, the brief heat dissipation made the southern cities steam and the clothes of pedestrians on the streets became much thinner than last month.

Qin Dong saw an old man who was practicing in the morning, even wearing only a pair of basketball trousers, naked, with old skin but bulging muscles, making a pair of nunchaku dances full of vigor, with a constant sound of dominance and full of momentum.

Qin Dong stood under the awning at the bus station, watching the bus passing by, as if it had been like a day for more than ten years. However, those buses have changed three times, and the latest ones are electric buses, one by one, which are painted with blue and white colors, clean and beautiful, and there is no bad smell of gasoline.

In a trance, the picture of still fresh memory appeared again. He was carrying a small schoolbag with Sun Wukong's pattern. He was not tall and needed to try to tiptoe to hold his mother's fingers. At this time, his mother always smiled slightly, lowered her head and picked him up.

Xiao Qindong would lie on his mother's shoulder, smell the fragrance of his mother's hair, and feel at ease when leaning on his mother's arms. He would always make him want to sleep. Sometimes he would open his eyes, turn his eyes drippingly, and look at the passengers in the same bus around him.

He grew up slowly, and his mother's face gradually changed from a young girl to a mature, gentle and charming woman. However, her mother's colleagues and friends always said that she was old and just like a girl.

Now that he is standing here alone, it is easy to see the scene of being with his mother countless times. So far, he hasn't seen her for 1,022 days.

These days, his heart is always empty and unrest. He can only calm down in the familiar environment at home, and feels like his mother is still there. But he knows very well that if his mother has never returned home, then he will be a homeless person before he and the person he loves to re-create his family.

There are many families who have had the same experience as their own. A family that originally thought they would live like this forever suddenly lost one person and the family will fall apart.

Some people will barely maintain it, and some people will leave the established new family. However, no matter what, the "home" branded in the heart has disappeared, just a heart-wrenching memory, and the feeling of "home" will never reappear.

Qin Dong raised his head and couldn't help looking at the street police station not far away with expectation. The population in the jurisdiction was missing. If there was any news, they would know first.

After looking for a while, a familiar policeman came out and saw Qin Dong looking here. The policeman sighed lightly and hurriedly walked towards another door.

There was still a smile of greeting on Qin Dong's face. At this time, bus No. 8 came over and Qin Dong got on the bus.

After a few stops, more and more students were wearing the same school uniform as Qin Dong. A few girls from the same school stood beside him, chattering and talking about something, looking at Qin Dong, laughing, and being cheerful and lively like thrushes on the sycamore tree.

Qin Dong took out his mobile phone to read the novel. Because of Feng Jiujiu, he suddenly became interested in those fantasy novels of immortal cultivation. He couldn't help but pick up the "Crossing the Sky" he had read before, and became fascinated again.

"Qin Dong, I'm at the station."

Qin Dong forgot to pay attention to the station when he saw it. A girl next to him whispered to remind him. Qin Dong came to his senses because there were many people in the car, and the girls who were standing next to him were closer to him. It seemed that the pickpocketing gangs that were common on the bus many years ago were preparing to commit crimes and surrounded the target.

"Thank you." Qin Dong said quickly, a little embarrassed, because he had just read "The Sky" and changed to another earlier novel "I Really Eternal Life". This is also a novel of cultivating immortals, but it is full of female descriptions. Those who don't know would think he was like a pervert and read a little Huangwen on the bus.

I hope they didn't aim at his mobile phone screen just now... This seemed impossible, Qin Dong quickly got out of the car.
Chapter completed!