The autumn wind was really blowing tonight. Feng Wuli was wearing a pair of clothes. He stayed outside like this for more than an hour and felt that his spiritual energy was being consumed rapidly.
It's almost catching up with my own recovery speed.
In the mountain where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, a flashlight shines in the village. The clothes on the boy's body stick to his skin, and his black hair is flying.
Returning to the house, the rusty iron door closed with a click, and the wind outside instantly left away.
There was not much inside the house, but he let out a long breath, like an Eskimo returning to the igloo after hunting on the ice field. The autumn wind was far away from the warmth, and happiness suddenly overflowed.
It was only eleven o'clock now. When he returned to the room, Wang Xilou was already asleep, wrapped in a quilt and huddled against the wall, his face exposed and his breathing peaceful.
It seemed that the blowing tonight did not consume her, and she was also very tired.
Feng Wuli leaned close to her, very close, nose to nose, to determine whether he was pretending to sleep or really sleeping.
If she is awake, let her go back to her cousin's room to sleep.
This bed is very small, just a little bigger than a wooden bed in a dormitory. It's still too crowded for two people.
I couldn't tell from the results, maybe he really fell asleep.
He scratched and sighed silently.
After a while, I didn’t go out and just changed my clothes here.
A hand stretched out from under the shadow and handed him pajamas to sleep on. There was a rustle in the room. His coat was thrown to a chair aside, and his pants fell off with a splash. He lifted one foot and put on the same silk pajamas as Wang Xilou's. .
After he had changed, he turned around and took a look.
A certain person, who was huddled in the corner with his head exposed under the quilt, looked straight at him with squinty eyes.
"..."
"You go to my cousin's place to sleep. I used to sleep in this bed when I was a child. It's too crowded for two people. I rushed the two practitioners to the partridge room."
Wang Xilou didn't say anything, just stared at him.
Like a cat.
The wind in the mountains and forests outside whines and moans, endless, the frost is deep and destroys the grass, the sound of the wind rolls through the suburbs with great force, the sound of the wind is like angry and sad, sometimes far away, but lingering, wandering for hundreds of miles in the next second, and again Suddenly it's too close.
Feng Wuli felt it was oozing when he heard it.
There were about twenty people in the Partridge Room squatting on the wall, shrinking their necks listening to the sound of the wind.
The lamp hanging from the top was swayed by the tile roof that was lifted by the wind from time to time.
When the lamp was switched, the figures below were also different, just like a group of demons surrounding a camp in a cave, with their shadows dancing wildly on the wall.
No one dared, most afraid of touching the power of the practitioner, and the wind would not recognize the smoke in this room as human smoke.
There will be no refuge then.
The descendant of Lu Ban Shu stood up and limped past in front of everyone. His Lu Ban Shu was also called Que Yi, and he was still disabled, but no one looked down upon him because he was crippled.
I saw him getting up and patting a beam. The tile roof suddenly stopped shaking and became stable, and no wind came in.
“Awesome, awesome!”
"Awesome, lame!"
"Six six six."
The lame man smiled naively and agreed to give in.
It turned out that several cultivators had feuds, and the lame man's words made the somewhat stagnant atmosphere in the room relax.
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The man in the suit exhaled: "Thank you for meeting that kind villager who lent us this house for one night."
", I, this grudge is between us cultivators, don't bring other villagers into it."
"Amitabha."
The Miao girl hugged her knees and laughed innocently: "That little boy is quite impressive."
The person on the side said disdainfully: "Come on, can you really look down on an ordinary person? What will I do when you leave? Don't cause harm to others."
"I'll just tell you!"
Some of them were rude, disdainful of being rescued by an ordinary person, and even slandered the young man who picked them up one by one with a flashlight. The rest of them looked on coldly and had no intention of insulting a cultivator because of an ordinary person.
"Say it again, I will kill you with one sword."
The *** in high school uniform said coldly, but the man didn't dare to say anything. This crazy woman was not easy to deal with, but his face was still ugly.
The yellow hair was also restless, just fanning the flames.
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"What the elder brother said, we don't care about this room. Whoever borrows fireworks from other people's room to hide from evil spirits in this house tonight is a garbage practitioner!"
"Look ***, let me admit it first, I am a garbage practitioner!"
Everyone looked at the person just now.
The eldest brother who threatened to look down on ordinary people turned dark.
The sound of the wind suddenly became louder, as if some life-threatening spirit was patrolling the mountain village. Everyone kept silent for fear of being discovered by the evil wind.
They all held their knees and squatted, like a pornographic campaign or waiting in a kindergarten, feeling grateful that the kind-hearted villager lent them their house.
He is so honest and kind, what a wonderful child.
As for face or not, it doesn't matter. I know that everyone who is in trouble tonight is also in trouble. Anyway, the village boy definitely doesn't recognize him, and he doesn't know that they are the future of practitioners from various sects.
If no one knows, it means nothing.
Many people even imagine that they are an expert traveling here, like in Journey to the West, Sun Dasheng came to Heifengzhai to ask for help from an old farmer. They also feel like Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River. They are very capable. If there are monsters in this village tomorrow Come on, when the time comes, you can show off your skills and be kind to the kind-hearted village. You can also show your holiness to others in a small way. Then the other party regrets how you can let the master live in the partridge. He behaves like a master, shakes his head and says this is rude, but My virtue is that I don’t mind or care, I think I have both face and face.
Fantasy, not shabby.
As soon as the wind blew, the twenty-eight people were frightened again.
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Feng Wuli swallowed, "Then I went to my cousin's house to sleep?"
If the house was not there just now, it was okay to sleep in one room. Now that there is space there, there is no reason to continue to sleep in this room.
"Come here and sleep." His tone was unquestionable.
It’s hard to disobey a teacher’s orders.
Feng Wuli moved over, lifted up a corner of the quilt and got in. She was in a state of ups and downs. The quilt was warm and comfortable. As soon as she got on the bed, it was next to Wang Xilou's waist, and she pressed against it again.
He went to bed in the morning and was fine now, so he leaned against the bed and took out his mobile phone to play for a while.
"With such a big move, the wind got in." She complained, lying on top of him and tucking him in.
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The young apprentice dared not say a word.
It still feels a bit exciting.
Why are you sleeping on the same bed with the master? How bad it is. The master he respects so much is now sleeping with the eldest daughter, with his beautiful body lying next to him.
He is not such a person!
Feng Wuli looked at the phone without changing his expression.
Glancing at the person next to him, the little girl raised her head and looked at him with a confused smile. The little apprentice couldn't bear it anymore.
He wanted to move away, a leg under the quilt hooked his calf, a soft and cool little foot stepped on his instep, two toes pinched his thumb, and another slender hand stretched out to his belly to outline his belly, his fingers were greasy. slip.
Feng Wuli coughed dryly, stretched out a hand under the quilt, pushed the demonic plain hand away, pushed it away and stretched it out again, and then repeated it several times.
Everything that happened under the quilt seemed to have nothing to do with her. The little zombie just looked up and smiled a little silly.
In order to cover up the embarrassment of his body's reaction, he lay on his side, with his back to her and his face outside.
She didn't, and patted him on the back: "You should face Master."
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" His voice was muffled.
"Why are you looking at your phone?"
"It's interesting to look at the practitioners' opinions. Those practitioners who come to seek the immortal traces now all say that the environment in the mountains is better and their life is more comfortable."
"Isn't it?"
"I just picked up twenty-eight young people from famous families and casual cultivators, and packed them all into the partridge room."
"Pfft."
Wang Xilou also rested his chin on Feng Wuli's shoulder, watching him play with his mobile phone and browse the forum.
Feng Wuli felt the muscles sticking together, the black hair falling like a waterfall on his neck, and a small hand squeezing and playing with his muscles.
Wang Xilou grinned, seeing that his little apprentice's ears were a little irritated, but he didn't remove it and watched him play with his mobile phone.
She felt a little sleepy when she looked at her, and her eyelids were twitching, but she really liked the current atmosphere. There seemed to be a popular saying now called love, and it seemed to be talking about her own category, but she really only felt it. This one I love (this chapter is not finished yet!)
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Only by doing this can you feel that you are alive.
The wind whistled outside, the quilt was not warm, and they were alone in the room. Their noses were filled with each other's breath, and they felt at ease after taking a breath. She was so happy now, so happy that it didn't feel real. The self-protection mechanism in her brain would remind her of those endless waits. She tried to calm down the lonely days, but it only made Wang Xilou think more and more, this person is so good, how could she meet such a good person, oh oh, she would rather die now.
Why are you looking at those broken hands? Is the phone as good as hers?
"Don't touch it with your hands." Feng Wuli whispered dissatisfiedly.
"You are facing Master."
"You won't listen, will you?"
"Feng Wuli!?"
"Please pay attention to Master, Master is very shameless."
Feng Wuli remained silent.
Her hands continued to move, and he didn't even squeeze his abdominal muscles. She just turned them downwards.
Feng Wuli: "??"
Turning her head to look, she had nothing to do with what was happening under the quilt. She leaned her chin on his arm and watched him play with his hands. She also told him to play the card-drawing game. Seeing how many times he had played it, the thing called the shikigami in it was very well drawn. good-looking.
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The little hand under the quilt stopped at the top of his pants and stopped moving. Feng Wulian wanted to speak again, but he didn't say anything.
"You're talking about Onmyoji. It came out last year. Liu Xiaoxiao pulled me. I drew two Sss on the fifth start. She played for a month and then unloaded without producing anything. I think it's good to be a collectible player. "
"ssr?"
"A very rare card. This is a card game."
"Onmyoji, it sounds like you are from Japan, right?"
"Have you encountered it?"
"No, I heard someone say before that that person seems to look down on practitioners of that genre."
Those two fingers were twisting the leather of the trousers, picking and releasing them from time to time. Those bare hands so close to the vital point made him unsafe at all. The little zombie picked up the rubber band of the trouser for the last time, and when he put it down, he found that he could not let it go.
Wang Xilou blushed and didn't dare to play anymore.
After a while, she seemed to have adapted to this difficulty. She refused to give up and continued to talk to herself:
"Master, let's check it out for you."
There was almost a fight under the quilt.
It's a cold autumn outside, but the quilt inside the house is full of spring, and it's warm and scalding under the quilt.
After a while, Feng Wuli couldn't hold back the words: "This is not good."
"It's not like I haven't seen you before, Master. He gave you a bath when you were five years old."
"You broke in without permission and insisted on washing it for me."
"..., go to sleep." She turned her back, her face already red.
After a while, the person behind her also turned towards her, one arm stretched out under her neck, and the other arm hugged her. The little zombie sipped her lips, and the ten toes underneath curled up and relaxed.
It was here ten years ago that she picked up a little guy that was as high as her butt. Ten years ago, it was also here that the little guy who held her hand and raised his head to ask her about various things was able to hug her like a child.
She shrank back to a comfortable position, pretending to be calm and said: "It's quite windy outside, and it keeps whining."
"What can zombies do?"
"...Who are you looking down on?"
"This kind of subject matter is all about curiosity."
"Um?"
", sleep, this topic ends here."
"..." That's it for tonight? The little zombie was a little unwilling.
After about a minute, the person behind him said gently:
"It has only been a little while since I retrieved those memories. I know that you are anxious because you are not worried, afraid of losing, and mixed with too many other emotions. Although it is all out of love, I think there should be a more pure one. When you no longer have to worry about anything, you know that I will always be there."
"..."
Her head was lowered, and her hair was scattered on her face to prevent him from seeing her expression at this time - biting her lip tightly.
After a while, she said:
"Young hero, put your sword away."
"..."
This time it was Feng Wuli's turn to be speechless. Seeing what was going on, the words he had just said instantly lost their persuasiveness.
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, the two of them faced each other, and that face was absolutely stunning in the dark night.
I saw someone approaching him in the night, biting him hard on the lips, and then lightly hammering his chest.
There is always something wrong in the little zombie's heart, hugging each other so closely seems like they will never be separated.
She cares about nothing but the person in front of her.
He blinked and chuckled: "Good night."
"Late, Master."
"...Don't call me master now."
"Night, West Tower."
"Calling names is even weirder."
"Good night, Master."
"Can't you just say good night?"
"no."
"..."
Something blocked Feng Wuli. Slowly, she began to behave like a monster and became uneasy. How could a boy suffer from such a thing?
Until he gradually felt that the other party was anxious, Feng Wuli knew that he could not pass, so he slowly stopped, otherwise the little zombie would be very embarrassed.
She asked fiercely: "Can you tell me?"
"Good night."
The victory of the little zombies.
It's not a monster.
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