C7

The next day, Gu Xiangling woke up in a daze. It was already seven o'clock. She remembered Song Mingjian's orders from yesterday, so she didn't dare to sleep anymore. She hurriedly got dressed and went to the bathroom with her slippers. Washing equipment was already set up there, even the toothpaste was all over the toothbrush.

Aiyo, this girl is really considerate. I just finished washing my face and rinsing my mouth. When she entered the dining room, the girls were already waiting for her at the table. Today, however, they seemed a bit unhappy.

"Hey, little beauties, what's going on?" Gu Xiangling smiled as she greeted everyone.

"Elder sister, are you leaving today?" "The crazy girl from yesterday had a serious look on her face." Can I come with you? "

"No," the steadier Cai Wei shook her head. "According to the rules, two authors in a group would have to do everything themselves. Otherwise, it would be possible for them to be acting."

Both Yo and Xiao Ya sighed in disappointment as everyone finished their breakfast in silence. Yo Yo and Xiao Ya then went to help Gu Xiangling pack.

She really wanted to bring everything to Gu Xiangling. Just a few dozen bottles of cosmetics and dozens of bottles of clothes. In the end, he even forced some food in.

"Stop fooling around," Xiao Ya advised. "Sister Gu is just experiencing life, it's not like she's going to live there for the rest of her life."

At ten o'clock Wei Zigang came to fetch her, and another girl got out of the yamen. Her figure was tall and curvaceous, and she wore a handsome locomotive uniform. Her hair was black and beautiful with short hair. There was a valiant and valiant feeling to it.

She warmly extended her hand towards Gu Xiangling and introduced herself, "I'm a white pigeon, the white pigeon." Gu Xiangling snickered. She actually had a cute, petite name that didn't match up at all.

Gu Xiangling introduced herself, while the pigeon patted her shoulder like a man. "I know you, Chan Juan. Your works always rank at the top of the rankings."

"It's my honor to give it up!" Gu Xiangling bowed slightly towards her. I hope that we can work well together. "

"Don't be so formal, I'm a mixed-male, and I have a rather manly personality!" The white pigeon carelessly said, "If you offend anyone in the future, please forgive me."

They got on the bus and went straight to the airport, where some strange staff were already waiting. The tickets had already been booked, and they flew for a few hours on the plane, then took several turns in the car until they arrived at their destination around four in the afternoon.

The staff helped them unpack their luggage and said, "There's no more cars, we can only walk over."

The two of them were dumbfounded. This "poor mountain area" was really poor. It was so far away that it was practically deserted. There were only one or two extremely simple and crude houses in the wilderness.

There was no concrete road, only a winding dirt road that was still rough and muddy from the rain the night before.

The discontent of the pigeon flared up, "How long will it take to leave?"

The staff member said in a neither humble nor haughty manner, "About two hours. Hurry up and try to get there before it gets dark." "Then he actually put the suitcase in their hands." Take what you own, from now on, you have to do everything by yourself. "

The white pigeon wanted to explode again, so Gu Xiangling secretly tugged at her sleeve, gesturing for her to shut up.

The suitcase was too heavy to pick up. The two of them followed the staff member down the muddy path for a long time. When they were completely exhausted, the staff member said, "We're here."

Ah!" The two of them exclaimed in unison and looked at each other. The white pigeon suspiciously widened its eyes as it sized up the little thatched house. The yellow mud walls, the open wooden windows, and the door were all made of old wood. It didn't look solid at all.

"You really live here?" The pigeon threw down its suitcase and shouted into the sky, "God, what a mistake!"

"That's right." "The staff looked like they were about to teach Zhang Xuan a lesson." You are the one who is willing to participate. I know that all of you want to become Gods through this event. Now, I have to let you know how difficult it is to become a God! "

Gu Xiangling lowered her head without a word. The pigeon glared at the man. He added, "Of course, as long as you can endure hardships, you have to seriously write articles every day. You have to go through the netizens' selection to select the best God. The elimination rate is very high."

He looked at the two of them with a hint of disdain in his eyes. Only five will be able to become final Gods. "

The white pigeon wanted to continue speaking, but Gu Xiangling whispered softly into her ear, "Don't lower yourself to the same level as him."

"The staff took a few pictures in reverse." I'll be leaving first. The two of you, please come in. He tossed a bunch of keys to Gu Xiangling, then turned around and left.

"Song Mingjian!" The white pigeon fiercely scolded, "You didn't say it was such a damned place! This is bullshit! "No, cons, cons, cons, cons."

"Stop messing around, no matter how loud you scold him, he won't be able to hear you." Gu Xiangling opened the door, causing a large amount of dust to fly out. It landed on both of their faces.

"Ahem, this is a haunted house!" The white pigeon coughed as it jumped out. With this turn of events, the silvery grey locomotive clothes she was wearing were already filthy.

Gu Xiangling couldn't help but frown. When she was young, she lived in her uncle's house in the countryside. Although she wasn't rich, she was still a building, so her condition was much better than this.

There were only three rooms. One was a bedroom with two simple beds. One was the kitchen, the other was just barely a living room, because there was only one table, a worn out cotton sofa, and a computer desk with two laptops on it.

"When the white pigeon saw the computer, it ran over excitedly." This damn place can actually be accessed via the internet! " "He turned on the computer and tried to connect to the internet." Sigh, Song Mingjian still has some conscience, he did not throw us into a place where we can be isolated from the rest of the world. "

Within a few seconds, she started cursing again: "F * ck off Song Ming's eighteen generations of ancestors! This damn net is so slow, it's like an ox pulling a broken cart. It takes so much effort just to load the web." "Look at the information stored on the hard disk, the white pigeon is even angrier now." I used winter melon to blow up the chrysanthemums of the men in Song Mingjian's family. Other than the writing materials, there was nothing else. "

"Come on, it would be great if you could get online and use the computer." Gu Xiangling shrugged her shoulders and asked the pigeon a serious question: "Are you hungry?"

With this reminder, the pigeon really felt hungry. Originally, lunch was settled on the plane, but it was now evening. After walking for such a long time, it would be strange if it wasn't hungry.

The two of them glared at each other and asked in unison, "Do you have anything to eat?"