"What are you talking about?" Wang Xilou looked like he didn't hear clearly.
Feng Wuli also felt a little embarrassed, but he still stiffened his neck and repeated it.
Everyone just heard it, and Wang Xilou started it himself.
Although he was subdued, how could Wang Xilou be so submissive to his young apprentice, and even let her say such things.
If she had told her, she would never be able to hold her head high in front of her apprentice in this life!
"you you you!"
She was so angry that she began to swing wildly, trying to struggle, but wearing thick clothes could not increase the strength of her little arms and legs. How could a mere little zombie struggle to get away?
Feng Wuli grabbed the sofa above her head by her wrists with both hands just like she did before, straddling her belly, and kept jumping behind him with his unsightly legs wearing some long johns.
"Let go!"
"Hold on, tell me you've made a mistake..."
Wang Xilou glared at him angrily, an unyielding flame burning in his eyes.
I burned it for a long time, but it was of no use.
"Master was joking with you just now. It was just a joke. Why are you taking it seriously?" She said with a sneer.
"Hurry up and let go. After watching TV for a while, you have to read a book. The college entrance examination is next year. I have been studying hard for twelve years and only have to wait for three days next year."
Feng Wuli looked at her with a smile on his face, and Wang Xilou panicked a little.
"What kind of ability do you have? If you had taken advantage of your master a hundred years ago, you would have been gone. Oh yes, you wouldn't have been able to defeat your master five hundred years ago!"
"You noob, let go!"
"..."
"Do you still remember that when you were in the third grade of elementary school, you wanted to buy that reading machine? At that time, your family had no money, so your master took you to sell teeth."
"I don't want to play anymore. Let Master get up quickly. I'm already tired."
"Hey!"
"..."
She shut her mouth and stopped talking, silently exerting her strength.
As a great practitioner with eight hundred years of cultivation, how powerful was Wang Xilou back then?
But don’t think that this guy who only thinks about doing laundry and cooking all day long, going to shopping malls to hear good news, and trying free samples at the market is really a useless little zombie.
Immortals are not obsessed with combat prowess, but this does not prevent idle practitioners from ranking the immortals' combat prowess without permission. Various wild rankings emerge in endlessly, but those in high positions all acquiesce and remain unchanged, but they can never argue. One or two.
Just like tigers blowing, lions blowing, boring fighting boys are everywhere.
It's just that no matter what the wild list is, in the dispute between the seventeen immortals, there will always be a certain little zombie by the Xiangjiang River.
And no matter what the wild rankings are, Wang Xilou's ranking is not low.
However, at this time, Wang Xilou was like a fish on the beach, struggling and flopping, clenching his teeth, raising his neck a little bit with difficulty and then falling down, his feet wearing green socks kept flapping, and they were caught and held on his head. Veins popped up on the left and right wrists, and finally he gasped for breath from exhaustion, his chest rising and falling together.
She panted and looked at Feng Wuli, who also looked at her.
The two seemed to have been fighting for a long time.
Wang Xilou wanted to pretend that he was angry, brewing emotions, trying to make his face gloomy and ugly, so that the other party would know that the joke was over.
She was ready to give him a hard time.
But looking at that face, I couldn't help but laugh again.
She was angry and laughing, panting from exhaustion, her hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and her face was filled with mist, which actually gave her a charming and silky look.
Wang Xilou's eyes reflected that face, his tone was particularly charming when he spoke, and he said in a soft voice:
"Master realizes his mistake, please spare Master."
At this moment, Feng Wuli felt something crawling from his tailbone all the way up his spine to his skull.
He looked at Wang Xilou, who was still breathing, and his face turned red. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold weather, the violent struggle just now, or because of the misunderstood words that just came out of his mouth.
When Wang Xilou saw her little apprentice looking at her blankly, with emotions overflowing from her eyes, she couldn't help but feel emotional. She slowly calmed down her chest and breath that were constantly inflating. Knowing what was coming, she chose to slowly close her eyes.
As a result, she suddenly felt her restrained wrist being loosened, and there was a light movement on her body, and something left her.
Eh?
She saw her little apprentice getting up, doing breast enlargement exercises and going to the shower room: "Take a shower, and after that I have to read a book."
Wang Xilou pursed his lips and kicked him on the butt.
"Kick ***?"
"……roll!"
Feng Wuli pretended to be surprised: "Are you angry? You started playing by yourself first."
Wang Xilou looked into his eyes, trying to make him understand that his current mood was not beautiful.
Feng Wuli smiled: "Forget it, let's go out for a walk."
"Where to go?" The little zombie said softly.
"Anywhere is fine. I want to hold hands with you and walk outside. I wanted to do this last winter. I didn't know what it was like to look at those young lovers in the cold weather. Let's give it a try."
"You have indeed been plotting against Master for a long time!" She pointed with a finger, as if I had discovered it.
"It's not as early as you."
"Well……"
"Don't wear it so thickly. I will replenish your spiritual power this year."
"Then go wear something thicker, I'll feel cold just looking at you."
Under the constant urging of the little zombie, he wore a long down jacket, and the little zombie wore a white sweater that was unreasonable. Her winter clothes were too ugly, and the little apprentice thought it would embarrass him if she wore them and stood next to him. , black leggings pants, and a pair of boots.
The two of them held hands and went out, just like ordinary lovers. It was dark outside and the north wind was like a knife, which could blow their faces hard.
It’s a completely different mood than when I go out for a walk in the summer.
Feng Wuli clasped his fingers on the little zombie's hand. Young couples rarely come to the river to walk now. It looked a bit stupid for the two of them to walk here alone.
The little zombie let go of the hand she was holding. Feng Wuli looked at her doubtfully and saw Wang Xilou grabbing one of his arms, putting his head in close to his body, and then put his arm on her other shoulder. The chest sags.
Then she looked up at Feng Wuli with satisfaction, the expression on her face was probably that she understood the meaning of hugging her master like this.
Feng Wuli saw her smiling so proudly, and put his hands around her neck, pressing his whole body on her back.
"Eh eh eh?!"
Wang Xilou's feet were a little shaky. The little apprentice already weighed more than 140 kilograms. She couldn't carry it when he was pressed on her back!
"Carry me on your back."
"Me! You're so heavy!"
"Isn't this how Master carried me when I was little?"
She stopped talking for a moment. She felt like she was carrying a mountain on her back, but she was reluctant to let it go.
She didn't want to memorize it, but he called her master.
Wang Xilou's entire face, down to his little toes, was straining, his face turned red, and he tried very hard not to lie down or say a word.
Feng Wuli put his head on her shoulder, watching her face deformed by the exertion of force, and took a few shaky steps, no longer teasing her to get off her body.
"Look, Master, Master, I can still carry you." She gasped.
"Take it easy." Feng Wuli said amused.
Wang Xilou was out of breath. He was angry when he saw him laughing. He was so angry that he pushed him from behind, causing him to stagger. As a result, his apprentice burst out laughing.
She screamed like a baby and jumped on his back.
"It's your turn! It's your turn!"
Feng Wuli held her thigh and bumped it, "Wang Xilou is so light."
"Little apprentice, mount up and set off!" His two calves swayed briskly.
In the summer, this place is very lively, with various street stalls and snacks. Now it is windy and cold. Wherever anyone comes out, there are only a few people pushing carts out of the stalls. The stall owner sits behind the stall with his neck hunched and his pockets stuffed.
Face like a statue.
The vast white light of the street lamp dimmed in the night, making it look even more deserted, like a light on a dark stage play, focusing on the street vendor owner and his three-wheeled food truck.
"Boss, let's have some fried sausage." Feng Wuli turned around and asked, "Do you want it?"
"want."
"Those two strings."
"Two skewers and three pieces of sausage."
The boss is an unshaven uncle with an accent that sounds like he is from the local Junsha area. He turns on the gas and waits for the oil pan to boil.
Feng Wuli was just about to take out his mobile phone to scan the QR code, but the little zombie was already scanning.
Other young couples would have many thoughts about who would pay outside, but they had no such concerns at all. He watched the little zombie enter the password and correctly guessed that it was his birthday.
"The boss is so cold and yet he comes out to set up a stall."
"You need to eat! Are you a college student or a high school student?"
"Senior year of high school."
"If you don't study hard in your senior year of high school, why don't you go out and fall in love? This is your girlfriend."
Feng Wuli glanced at the little zombie, who looked at him and puffed out his mouth in a funny way.
"She's a girlfriend." He looked back at his boss and confirmed.
This was the first time Feng Wuli addressed Wang Xilou like this in person, and he felt that there was some sense of ritual in it.
"My sister is so confused."
"Thank you uncle."
Feng Wuli glanced at her.
How can an old zombie pretend to be young?
When the oil pan boiled, the stall owner peeled off two pieces of Jinluo ham, made a few diagonal cuts, skewered them on skewers, fried them, and put them on top of the pile of unknown condiments.
"Would you like it spicy?"
"Yes, I want both." Feng Wuli said.
The boss took out a bottle of pepper and could smell the pungent smell on the tip of his nose.
The little zombie next to her lowered her head and kicked a stone. Her boots clicked on the cement floor in the night. When she looked up, she saw her little apprentice bringing two skewers of sausages. She now had both hands in her pockets——
"ah--"
She consciously opened her mouth and shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she was now handless.
"Take your hand out and hold it yourself."
"It's so cold, I don't want to take it out."
"Then don't eat it."
"Feed Master quickly, don't waste time."
Feng Wuli sighed, handed it to her mouth to feed, and the two of them walked down the riverside road.
"Oh, it's so hot."
"Spit it out first if it's hot."
"You're underestimating Master, hehe. Eat less junk food. His pot of oil is probably old, hehe."
"It's not that exaggerated. It takes more than a week for the oil to turn dark."
The stall owner turned off the fire and continued to sit back on the bench, putting his pockets in his pockets and looking at the back of the young couple.
It was cold and there were really no guests. He sat there as motionless as a stone. The light of the street lamp fell on the black leather jacket he was wearing, and the smooth areas were glowing with the glimmer of the street lamp.
The phone screen lit up, and his wife sent a voice message. He clicked on it to listen to the baby voice of his grandma.
"When will Dad come back? I've finished eating. Can I bring a Barbie toy when I come back tonight?"
The boss smiled like a chrysanthemum. He clicked on the voice message again with his rough fingers and listened to it over and over again.
The wind under the street lamp doesn't feel cold anymore.
After getting off Jiangbian Road, Feng Wuli had a clear goal and went to the mall to buy some winter clothes for Wang Xilou.
"Master, those clothes can still be worn."
Wang Xilou was reluctant to part with the money.
These clothes are very expensive, and this thin silk sweater costs 400 to 500 yuan. Is this thing warm to wear?
The lights in the mall were bright, and the automatic door shut off the cold wind outside. Feng Wuli pulled her into a women's clothing store, and the sales sister came over.
"Let's just take a look for ourselves." He said to the salesman. After seeing the salesman leave, he whispered to Wang Xilou behind him.
:
"If you wear those clothes, I would be embarrassed to tell others that this shabby person is my girlfriend."
"Don't say it." She whispered, hunching her neck and following behind her little apprentice.
Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Why are you still acting like a child? You're not happy when I buy you clothes."
"So rich." She was yin and yang, looking like a little daughter-in-law. The business of the incense shop has been getting worse and worse recently.
"Stop getting mad and try this."
He picked up a turtleneck gray sweater. The style was like the backless sweater that is very popular on the Internet recently, but this one was serious.
Wang Xilou took it and looked at it. She put practicality first: "Why don't you have sleeves? Can you keep me warm? The material looks good."
"I want to see you wear it."
"Well……"
Since the young apprentice wants to see himself wearing it, there is no need to worry about any principles.
So happy.
She went in with the sweater and put it on when she came out. Feng Wuli's eyes lit up. The eight-hundred-year-old zombie was wearing a gray off-shoulder sweater and a bun. He looked so girlfriend-like.
Wang Xilou felt a little uncomfortable being looked at. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and suddenly realized that he was the master and could not weaken his aura.
"It looks great and feels so gentle when worn." Feng Wuli praised.
"Try this sweatshirt again."
"Why buy so many?"
"Are you still going to wear those old ladies' flowery coats?"
Feng Wuli asked her to try on several items in a row. Wang Xilou was just a clothes rack and looked good in anything he wore. Feng Wuli experienced the feeling of taking her shopping for clothes for the first time. He suddenly remembered that twelve years ago, the little zombie also led him to fool him in this way. He wears all kinds of cute clothes.
Feng Wuli was going to pay. Wang Xilou handed her cell phone to him, and he took it without any courtesy. When he came out, Wang Xilou came over to look at her, with a curious look on his face: "How much is it."
She lowered her phone to Feng Wuli, then stepped up to look, her pupils dilated: "More than two thousand four hundred!"
"Just these three or four pieces of clothing, more than two thousand! No, no, no, take it and return it quickly."
Feng Wuli saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he whispered to dissuade him: "Don't shout like that, it's very embarrassing."
"You are so rich. Master has worked so hard to earn so much. A few pieces of clothing cost more than two thousand."
"Isn't the money earned meant to be spent?"
"That's what Master saved as a dowry!"
"Dowry? That's not mine. I can spend my money however I want."
Wang Xilou was so angry that he hit him with his shoulder, but Feng Wuli avoided it with a smile.
The little zombie was so excited that he had to hit him. There were many people in the shopping mall. Watching the two young people playing around, he couldn't help but smile like an aunt.
Feng Wuli let her bump it, but now it was impossible to take it back. The little zombie kept thinking beside him, and was a little worried that the little apprentice's character of spending money randomly was not good.
Feng Wuli suddenly stopped in front of her. She turned her head in confusion, saw the store Feng Wuli was taking her into, and hurriedly pulled him away.
"Master is not going in!" She blushed.
