Feng Wuli felt like he was holding a corpse, which was indeed the case.
There was not much spirit left in her body.
Feng Wuli knew not to panic at this time, he still had the method Qingdi taught him.
Don't panic, don't panic, even if the spirit is exhausted, she will be fine. At most, she can wait for the spirit to accumulate and reawaken.
Even if he doesn't transmit spiritual power to her, her energy consumption has dropped to zero now, and her body actually absorbs bits and pieces of spiritual power like an unconditioned reflex. She can wake up after enough accumulation. Maybe she really thought she was sleeping until he came out. Just a sleep.
Even though I know this is true.
But he was still excited.
Wang Xilou closed her eyes, her face was calm, and her body let the wind swing unreasonably, as if she would never wake up. She should have been buried like this eight hundred years ago, buried deep underground.
He sat Wang Xilou on his lap, put one hand around her shoulders, and let her head rest on his chest. The five fingers of his other hand passed through her cold fingers and held her tightly, but the other party didn't act like one. I hold his hand as usual.
…
Twelve o'clock in the morning.
In the Name of the People had finished airing long ago. Feng Wuli turned around the channel without knowing what to watch. In the end, he was just immersed in the act of turning channels unconsciously. Watching the constant switching of TV pictures seemed to make him calmer. a little.
Wang Xilou fluttered his eyelashes, stretched out after opening his eyes, and found that his little apprentice was hugging him.
"Ha, I accidentally fell asleep and suddenly felt a little tired."
She twisted her neck.
"Why are you hugging me so hard? I asked Master to move me. My waist is a little sore."
Feng Wuli calmed down and slowly buried his head in her arms.
Wang Xilou was stunned. He didn't know what was happening. He was a little at a loss. He just thought it was his apprentice who was acting coquettishly.
She laughed, put her fingers on his head very gently, and stroked him gently: "He's still like a child."
"Wang Xilou."
"Um?"
"Say something, I want to hear you talk for a while."
Wang Xilou felt it was a bit funny, "What is Master going to say?"
"Just say it, I just want to hear what you have to say."
"Master doesn't know what to say. Let me think about it... How about Master tell you the story of finding savages in Shennongjia six hundred years ago?"
Wang Xilou felt that his little apprentice was acting weird tonight. He kept hugging him and telling stories to himself.
But she didn't hate it at all. Instead, she really liked the feeling of being clinging to her little apprentice.
She was now sitting across Feng Wuli's lap, and he bent down and buried his head in her arms. Wang Xilou's hair fell all on his back. She stepped on the instep of her right foot with her left foot, swaying back and forth, smiling. She pushed her long hair behind her ears, reached down with one hand, and rubbed her fingertips against Feng Wuli's face. As she spoke, she raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall. Only then did she realize that it was already one o'clock. She took a picture. Windy and unreasonable shoulders:
"It's so late, go back to bed, you have to go to class tomorrow."
"You just ran out of spiritual power and lost consciousness. I have been sending you spiritual power until one o'clock."
"ah?"
Wang Xilou suddenly understood what was happening to his young apprentice.
"You will definitely not return to Youhuang until you solve my Yangshen problem. I won't talk about this anymore, but your problem must be solved. Maybe one day you will consume spiritual energy faster than you can load it. It didn’t take long, and in the end it turned into an ordinary zombie that can only be controlled by talismans. I will ask Sheng Qing tomorrow to see if he can do anything, or I will go to Lord Qingdi in a few days."
After you calm down, it becomes clear how to solve the problem. Just solve the problem when you encounter it.
It really doesn't work. The two of them have never been separated. They stick together wherever they go. I don't know if one day they will get tired of each other. Let's wait until the day when we get tired of each other.
Wang Xilou touched the back of his neck and smiled softly, "Sleep with Master tonight. Master will tell you stories to lull you to sleep."
"...Get up, I'm going to brush my teeth.
Wash your face. "
"You take Master back to the room."
"You can't leave by yourself?"
"I don't want to leave."
Feng Wuli ignored her, and as a result, the little zombie hung on his chest like a koala, with its legs hanging around his waist, two feet hooked together like hooks, and her arms wrapped around his neck. She really followed Feng Wuli to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Wash your face.
She was still telling stories about the expressionless, cold-faced heroine who had been in the world for two hundred years.
In her story, she is very cool. She always has a frosty face, never says a word, never interacts with others, is alone, and has the air of a thin horse in the west wind of ancient times.
Feng Wuli brushed her teeth, looked at her head on her chest, and was still shaking her head as she spoke. In the mirror, she could see the back of her head, her thin back, and her small butt outlined by her pajamas.
Don’t you know how different this person is from the person in the story?
The difference between a lone wolf and a husky is huge.
"Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Master just fell asleep, there was no time to brush."
"No wonder your mouth smells so bad, brush your teeth quickly."
"You help Master brush it."
Feng Wuli was speechless: "You really want to keep hanging on me."
"I don't have any shoes on. The shower room is very wet. You can help Master wash his feet and I'll come down."
He was helpless, he was over 800 years old and still looked like a little girl.
Feng Wuli took his saliva and gurgled, spitting on the sink with his face turned sideways. He wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, then took Wang Xilou's pink toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste onto it.
"Open your mouth."
"laugh."
"Your zombie teeth are so long."
Wang Xilou's mouth was full of bubbles and she couldn't speak. The apprentice pinched her teeth disrespectfully, which made her a little angry.
After taking the water glass, she also took a sip of saliva, gurgled, and turned her head to spit on the wash basin. The foam from the corner of her mouth rubbed against the corner of Feng Wuli's clothes.
"Come on, go back to bed."
When I got into bed, it felt like the wind outside had stopped and it was so warm.
The two of them rustled for a while under the quilt.
Feng Wuli frowned:
"It's half past two, go to sleep."
"Take your hand out first..." Wang Xilou's voice was muffled.
Feng Wuli pretended to be dead and said nothing. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. Feng Wuli's fingers stopped on the somewhat hard cloth, and his palms felt the delicate skin of the 800-year-old zombie. If he moved his fingers a little further, he could go over the mountains. The little zombie was definitely not as strong as her, but she stubbornly held down Feng Wuli's arm with both hands.
Just belly, it’s soft and cool, and it’s fun.
Feng Wuli acted as an archaeologist for a while, then retired with satisfaction.
"I'm going to take off my clothes and go to bed. Don't mess with me, Master."
"Do you want to take off your clothes?" Feng Wuli was at a loss for words.
"There's no way to sleep with it on. It's hard, strangling and uncomfortable."
She reached back to her back, unbuttoned, then reached into the neckline of her pajamas, pulled out a piece of fabric, and hurriedly threw it behind her. Her face was slightly red and she was about to stand next to the baby. Disciple, have a nice sleep——
Wang Xilou glanced down.
Then he looked up at the face that was very close to him in the darkness.
The other person's moist and hot breath sprayed on her face. She tried to intimidate the other person with a deadpan expression, so that this guy would not be too presumptuous. Although she was usually very happy, it did not prevent her from still being very shy at this time. angry.
About ten seconds passed.
"Is it fun?"
"It's interesting." Feng Wuli didn't blush at the surprise attack on him.
"What does it feel like?"
"Porcelain in the Song Dynasty was a very prosperous period. The glaze unearthed from Ru kilns at that time was subtle and moist, and accumulated like gelatin. It felt smooth and cool in the hand..."
Hey, why is there a lump on this porcelain?
Feng Wuli pinched it curiously.
The archeology profession is very dangerous. For example, you may dig up a zombie, and it is also the Dajiang corpse that people in the world were afraid of in the past. If you take the porcelain that has been collected for more than 800 years, she will definitely come up and bite you in anger. .
The little zombie almost bit his hand off.
"You are a dog, right..."
"Shut up!"
Feng Wuli frowned: "Master's body is so soft. Why is his body so soft even though he is a zombie?"
His tone was like someone opening a pack of snacks in the classroom and the person next to him ran over and asked, "What is this?" He was just full of curiosity about unknown things.
Wang Xilou felt a little hopeless, thinking silently in his heart that this was something he was used to, so he had to hold it back, but the hands on his back that wandered around made his mouth feel dry inexplicably.
She saw the face that was very close in the dark night.
He slowly leaned forward.
…
Two flowers bloom, one on each side.
Star City Internet Cafe
When another Wang Xilou was exploring the texture of porcelain eight hundred years ago with an archaeologist in bed, there was also a Wang Xilou here, with one leg bent on the gaming chair, wearing the blue and white school uniform from Feng Wuli's junior high school. Wearing shorts and a school uniform jacket, he stretched his neck and leaned in front of the screen.
There is a large, empty bottle of Master Kong iced black tea on the table. His fingers are tapping the keyboard frantically, and the mouse is clicking.
Opposite her, there was a high school student in school uniform, also working frantically, constantly moving around.
People around her couldn't help but look over. This girl was beautiful, had such a great personality, and her skills were so good.
The opponent made a mistake and was killed in a row.
It would take more than thirty seconds to revive, but it was obviously too late.
People around him cheered.
Po Nu stood up, shook his neck, turned to look at the student behind him, "Iced black tea, big bottle."
Her expression now looks a bit like Wang Yousheng in the TV series "Bright Sword", who looked bossy after following Li Yunlong to snatch supplies and exchange them for new shoes.
Although the student lost, he didn't feel anything. He scratched his head and ran to buy her iced tea.
"Sister, please add a friend and let's fight together next time."
"Okay, do you want to rank up together and help you improve your score?"
"Come here and let me sweep you!"
Po Nu fumbled in the pocket of his school uniform jacket, took out Wang Xilou's cell phone, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and scanned it for him.
The boy scanned out the WeChat ID of an invincible little zombie and raised his eyebrows.
In the evening, he met a beautiful, skilled and sassy girl in an Internet cafe. He went over and asked if he wanted to go solo, but he was tortured to death. But he really loved this one. The student swallowed his saliva. He hesitated to speak, but asked: "Does my sister have a boyfriend?"
Po Nu rolled his eyes, holding the iced black tea with a wary look on his face: "I have a man!"
"How old are you? You're already married." The boy didn't believe it.
"That's not true. My man doesn't care about me anymore." She said in a somewhat showy tone.
"..." He clearly felt that this beautiful sister's brain circuit and communication method were a little different from ordinary people.
But knowing that the other party was married, he couldn't help but feel frustrated and a little embarrassed.
In order to avoid the embarrassment just now, he had no choice but to change the subject with a joke: "Then my sister came out to play, so she is not afraid of him going out to steal things late at night."
Po Nu raised his eyebrows, "Impossible, he doesn't care about me anymore."
"Really?" the student said dryly, "How about a ranked game?"
But Po Nu then thought about it, would that shameless Wang Xilou climb into his bed again?
But even if she rolled onto his bed, they would only sleep together.
The little apprentice is so well-behaved, he will definitely not touch her. He has given her so much time in vain, and every time he rubs her hard, she has exhausted all her strength when entering his room. The most he can do is give her a kiss on the mouth and a hug around the waist. , and even refused to touch himself.
Shaking his head, Po Nu shook away these residual thoughts.
Wang Xilou’s progress must be lower than mine!
"Ranking, I'll take you to the master tonight!"
After sitting down and playing another round, Po Nu began her stimulating and tense all-nighter again.
Picked Tam.
She swung her tongue around and attacked all enemies with her tongue. She defeated them all the way and defeated them all with one tongue. She couldn't help but have a pure smile on her face.
The green light of the screen hit Po Nu's face, and she grinned. It is true that people who know nothing are the easiest to be happy.
…
In autumn, the days are short and the nights are long. It's not yet dawn outside, but people around him are already awake. Feng Wuli is also awakened by the slightest movement.
His eyelids moved and he saw Wang Xilou sitting by the bed with his back to him. The room was still dark and he could only see a smooth back. He went around behind his back with his hands to fasten the button and buttoned it. He must be very skilled after so many years.
Wang Xilou knows many skills, such as playing the erhu, cooking, washing and mopping the floor. Feng Wuli has already seen all her proficient skills one by one. However, it doesn’t take a guess to know that buttoning underwear with the backhand is a skill that This woman must have been extremely skilled over the years, but this was indeed the first time for Feng Wuli to see the skills that Wang Xilou had been practicing for many years, but he had never seen before. Today he saw it. This scene may be ordinary and repeated every day, but to Feng Wuli, it is mysterious and holy. The way she buttons her bra with her backhand, her smooth back, her bare shoulders, the soft cotton on her hip bones She bent the two arms behind her and pinched the two pieces of straps.
This picture was so beautiful that it was not mixed with desire. He just admired it and wanted to engrave this scene in his mind.
There was no light at all between the gaps in the curtains, which proved that it was still dark outside. The air outside the quilt in the room was dry and cold, and it felt cold even if my face was exposed outside the quilt.
After buttoning up, Wang Xilou seemed to notice movement behind him. He looked back and saw his little apprentice looking straight at him.
"Woke you up?"
The room was dark and quiet, and she subconsciously spoke softly, not daring to speak loudly, as if she was afraid of disturbing anyone.
"what time is it?"
Feng Wuli also imitated her whispering voice, as if there were two children in the room, and the two adults were afraid that the loud voice would wake up the non-existent baby.
Wang Xilou pushed his hair back, leaving only a piece of fabric in front of him to block the infinite scenery. Then he grabbed the pajamas he had not put on and said softly: "It's just six o'clock. I'll go down to make breakfast. You can sleep a little longer. Wait a minute." Master is here to wake you up."
"..."
"..."
Feng Wuli only had one thought now.
Next time there is such a chance, he wants to help her tie the two straps.
