He walked to the windowsill again, opened the window, and looked out. From his angle, he could see the building in the center of the town - the building that Su Muzhe had seen before that could float in the air. From this angle, Su Muzhe could roughly see its entire face.

——The area of ​​this building is definitely not small, and its shape is very unique. It is actually spiral, and the house is located in the center of these "spirals".

Around the house, there are green plants and flowers, and rockery flowing water. The flowing water pours down from above. It looks very beautiful from a distance, just like a fairyland on earth.

There was a faint sound of music flowing in the air, and even Su Muzhe was curious about what kind of building this was.

Unfortunately, his phone is no longer available, otherwise he could take a photo and show it to his little apprentice when he goes back.

While enjoying the beautiful scenery outside the window, Su Muzhe suddenly felt something touching his left arm. He couldn't help but turn his head and look, but found that it was a pot of flowers on the windowsill, tilting their stems and touching them around his arm with flower buds. Since he had seen the magic of this world, Su Muzhe did not show too much surprise at this.

Seeing that the flower looked quite cute, Su Muzhe couldn't help but stretch out his finger and touched its leaves. A vine immediately grew from the flower, wrapping up Su Muzhe's hand. Su Muzhe smiled and touched the thin vine, then carefully took back his finger.

After getting his touch, the flower seemed to be extremely happy and was swaying its stem madly. Su Muzhe couldn't help laughing out loud, touched it again, and whispered: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, be good, I'm going to rest."

The pot of flowers seemed to understand Su Muzhe's words, twisted it a few more times, and then stopped. Su Muzhe closed the window, walked to the bed, and sat down.

He was indeed very tired, but he didn't rush to sleep, but meditated cross-legged on the bed. As a result, after sitting for a long time, his body could not absorb any spiritual energy - because the root of this world! It's! No! There's! Spiritual energy!

Su Muzhe sighed dejectedly and fell on the bed. Forget it, let’s find a way later.

He was really tired. He fell on the bed without covering his quilt. After a while, he fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept, but Su Muzhe was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. His long-standing career in ghost-fighting gave him extremely fast reaction. Su Muzhe immediately sat up from the bed and looked out the window with a sharp look.

——The sound comes from there.

At this moment, another loud noise came, and something hit the window hard, but the window was still intact. Su Muzhe frowned, got out of bed, walked to the window, and did not open the window rashly, but listened carefully.

Outside the window, there seemed to be two men scolding each other. If we look at the reason carefully, it seemed... because of a woman.

"You kid, you dare to be flirtatious and piaopiao today. You are so bold. I don't teach you a lesson!"

"Haha, what is 'flirting' or 'flirting' is clearly something you want. Miss Piaopiao looks down on you at all for a person like you. In my opinion, you are clearly jealous of me. A toad like you are still fantasizing about having a good night with Miss Piaopiao. I tell you, you are just dreaming!"

"You're looking for death!"

"Then let's try it and see who died today!"

After some confrontation, the two big men started fighting again.

The reason for the fight was boring. The only thing that puzzled Su Muzhe was that the floor he lived in was on the third floor. How did the voices of these people come from this parallel height?

He was not interested in the bloody incident of two men fighting for one woman, so he moved the flowerpot on the windowsill to the table and teased the little flower again.

Just then, a knock on the door suddenly came from outside the room.

Su Mu covered up and opened the door, and found that the waiter standing outside the door.

"Is there anything wrong?" Su Muzhe asked.

"The guests who are traveling with you asked us to give each room a bucket of bath water and asked me to tell you that after you finish taking a shower, please go downstairs to have a meal." The waiter explained.

When Su Muzhe looked at it, he found that the wooden bucket for taking a shower was behind the waiter. He nodded and said to the waiter: "Please trouble you."

After saying that, he went to the bathtub and moved it into the room.

The waiter: "……………” This customer is really strong. This bathtub is not light. Just now, two big-sleeved and round-waisted guys in their store brought it together.

But he didn't say these words. After all, there are so many guests coming to the inn every day, and there are many people with personality. He followed Su Muzhe and enthusiastically introduced to Su Muzhe that the hot water and cold water were in the room. There were two pipes on the right wall. They were equipped with hot water and cold water for many years. They could be drunk directly or used for cleaning. As long as the switch on the top was turned on, the water would pour out of the pipe, which was very convenient.

Su Muzhe said that I am quite familiar with this.

Seeing that his task had been completed, the waiter quietly pushed it out. Su Muzhe added appropriate cold and hot water to the bathtub. After adjusting it to the right temperature, he opened a porcelain bottle handed to him by the waiter before and poured the powder from the porcelain bottle into the bucket.

The bath water immediately turned green and emitted the fragrance of grass. It is said to have the effect of cleaning the body, but the color is a bit weird.

Su Muzhe hadn't taken a shower for more than a day and felt uncomfortable all over. At this time, he didn't care whether the color of the water was strange. He took off his clothes and stepped into the water. When the hot water soaked his whole body, Su Muzhe sighed comfortably.

After taking a bath for a while, he began to scrub his body, but he didn't notice at all. The flower in the flower pot on the table behind him was stretching his stem and sighing at the flower to look into the bath bucket. If this guy could turn into a human, he would definitely be a fool/man drooling at the "beautiful color".

The cleanliness of that green powder was indeed good. Su Muzhe quickly took a shower, not knowing that he was taking advantage of a pot of flowers. He wiped his body clean and changed into a clean set of clothes - this clothes were given to him by the waiter, and the style was very similar to those of people in this world.

(Some people are capable. I am convinced that writing a novel can even get you up to your ideological problems. I also hope that these people will write a book that says "there is no problem with your thoughts" to show me.)
Chapter completed!