Chapter: 2846

But Zhou Fei knew that Mengmeng was going to sleep at this time, so she offered to chat next time.

After going out, Zhao Feng was sitting on the chair next to him playing with his mobile phone.

It was about Liang Mengqi.

How about sleeping? The nightlife has just begun, and the two of them are in the early stages of their relationship. Of course, they should always play together.

"Finish?" Seeing this, Zhao Feng stood up: "Brother Qing, I will take you to the place where you live, which is next to Zhou Fei and Lili's villa."

"Really? That's good, thank you." Chen Changqing was in a good mood, and looked at Zhou Fei again: "Why don't we drink some tea, I secretly took it from my grandfather, give some to Brother Han, and I keep some. "

Chen Changqing didn't say hello to this matter, because he took a bit too much, and felt that the old man might not be able to give it, so he took it secretly.

In fact, the same is true. The God of War of the Chen family returned to the thatched hut, looked at his tea box, and shook his beard angrily for a minute.

"This..." Zhou Fei glanced at her watch: "Then let's talk for a while, Sister Yan and I have to go to work tomorrow. There are too many cooperation intentions recently, and there are still many after we have screened three batches. Take a look and compare them one by one."

"good."

Chen Changqing nodded, and the three of them walked downstairs. When they reached the third floor, Chen Changqing looked at the big bedroom on the side, but didn't say hello, as if they had taken a rest.

So the group left the castle.

The three members of Zhang Han's family were also lying on the bed, listening to Zhang Han's softly telling stories, the mother and daughter soon fell asleep.

Zhang Han was lying between them, Zi Yan's slender legs rested on his lap, her cute little head leaned against Zhang Han's chest, and her little palm was also placed on it, so she could sleep with her arms around her.

So Zhang Han's actions are like this, he remains motionless, let alone a night, even a year is fine.

On the contrary, Zhang Han habitually cultivates the clouds above the Sea of ​​Consciousness at this time every day.

Four thousand clouds, stretched to the limit, when retracted again, each cloud has a little bit more,

A trace, not much to look at.

But Zhang Han also knows that if you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles, and if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas.

Making progress every day is a good thing.

It's just that the thunder that wandered among the clouds kept flickering, and the fluctuations became stronger and stronger.

Taiyi wood produces thunder, and it is also constantly improving.

"Unfortunately, it has no spirit!"

Everything has a spirit, the human experience is the soul, the vegetation is the vitality, the same is true for the thunder, not that it has to have its own consciousness, but that kind of spirituality.

Without spirituality, it is like a dead thing. If there is a trace of spirituality, the power will be increased too much, and the real Taiyi wood thunder also needs spirituality.

For example, when crossing a catastrophe, it will attack you fiercely, and if others don't get too close, they will be fine. This is one of the manifestations of spirituality.

But this is relatively far away, and it can be encountered but not sought.

"Break through innateness, and try to transform the clouds into thousands of flowers before. In that case, there will be no problem entering the small world."

After Zhang Han finished his practice, he thought about his practice.

For the practice of this life, the starting point is beyond his own imagination.