Looking at the Big Yellow Flower Hotel in front of him, Deng Cong opened his mouth.

On purpose, the school definitely did it on purpose.

That's it?

Can it be considered a hotel?
There is nothing worse in my own name than this.

And it's still in such a remote place, why is it lived by ghosts?
Jiang Xiaobai also felt very depressed.

It is really a big yellow flower, the whole hotel is like a sunflower!

There are all kinds of talismans pasted on the gate, normal people wouldn't go in, okay?
What's even more strange is that there are still many people living there.

"Xiaobai, what shall we do next?"

Before he knew it, Deng Cong had already regarded Jiang Xiaobai as his backbone.

The corners of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth curled up slightly: "Fuck it!"

He took the lead in striding into the hotel.

Good guy, the receptionist at the front desk turned out to be an elderly lady, and she felt terrified looking at it.

That's it, a fool will stay here.

Seeing a guest coming in, the old lady's eyes lit up instantly, as if seeing delicious food.

He picked up the handkerchief on the table and waved it around.

"Two guest officers, check in?"

Jiang Xiaobai rolled his eyes: "Nonsense! Is there any spare room?"

The old woman glanced at Deng Cong and Jiang Xiaobai, showing a meaningful expression: "I understand, I understand."

He looked down at the notebook.

"Well, there is only one presidential suite, 8888 per night, do you think?"

Nima!

Robbery!
8888 in one night, so crazy!
It's not the center of the devil's capital, it's the lion who speaks loudly in this remote country.

Jiang Xiaobai thought so in his heart, but he nodded in reality: "That's it, the one behind pays the bill."

"I see!"

The old woman looked at Jiang Xiaobai, who was thin and tender, and then at the chubby Deng Cong.

Today's young people are having fun.

At first glance, I was afraid that others would find out, so I went to the suburbs to "fight" vigorously.

Seeing the old woman's eyes, Jiang Xiaobai really wanted to slap her across the face.

Nima!

What are you looking at?
Damn profiteer, I really gave you face.

If it wasn't for the mission, Jiang Xiaobai really wanted to accidentally slip his hand and throw a small flame.

Take the room card (a bunch of keys), 404.
Looking at the numbers in the room, Jiang Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and walked directly towards the stairs.

That's right, a hotel with a "presidential suite" only uses stairs, not even an elevator.

For the current situation of the room, Jiang Xiaobai was already prepared in his heart.

Deng Cong followed behind with a big bag on his back, and thanked the old woman at the front desk.

After the two of them went upstairs.

The old woman pressed a black button under the desk at the front desk, walked slowly to the gate, and turned over the wooden sign that says there are houses available today: sold out today.

At the same time, the eyes glowed green, and a geigei laugh came from the mouth.

When he came to room 404, Jiang Xiaobai opened the door with the key.

Suddenly there was a musty smell.

Me you caca.

This is ~8888.

The resentment in Jiang Xiaobai's heart deepened, extortion, naked extortion.

In the room, there is only a simple wooden bed.

Jiang Xiaobai sat down.

"squeak~"

The wooden bed shook unexpectedly.

Move a few more times.

"Crack, creak" suddenly there was a rhythmic shaking sound.

Deng Cong was about to sit down when Jiang Xiaobai stopped him.

"Fatty, you'd better rest on the ground, or you'll just step on your weight."

Deng Cong didn't dislike it either, he directly picked up a piece of clothing and spread it on the floor, and sat on the floor like this.

"Little Bai, what shall we do next?"

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