When a drop of cold water hit Ji Yuan's forehead accurately, he was holding a gold-covered book "How to Lie Elegantly for Hundreds of Years" and dreaming about ascending to immortality.
In the dream, he was stepping on colorful auspicious clouds, hugging him from left to right, and was about to give an acceptance speech when he was woken up by a bucket of cold water.
"Grass."
Ji Yuan wiped his face, opened his sleepy eyes, looked at the thin water line on the roof, and then looked at the dry biscuit bags piled at his feet, and fell into philosophical thinking for three seconds.
