This time, there was nothing shameful about the aftermath of the catastrophe.
The next day, when he woke up, he found that Wang Xilou was facing away from him, in his arms, with her head on his chin, and his hand was under her clothes.
The zombie's soft and cool belly.
His fingers had reached the foot of the mountain, and he could feel the softness and elasticity that were completely different from the hardness of his chest. He swallowed, and the person in his arms groaned, and unconsciously took out a handful of his hands. Throw it out.
Some regrets.
"Get up." He shook Master, as if he had no bones.
"You get up first." Wang Xilou looked sleepy.
Feng Wuli felt strange: "Aren't you an immortal? Why do you feel sleepy?"
Wang Xilou opened his eyes and smelled the smell in the quilt. The quilt mixed with the smell of two people had an ambiguous dampness and warmth.
She yawned: "It's your problem."
"my question?"
"Have you forgotten that Master Yang Shen is in your body?"
"Is this going to make you sleepy?" He frowned.
"It's not drowsiness, Master is just normal sleepiness. Like normal people, you will feel tired, sleepy, hungry, and thirsty. These are all things you subconsciously think Master should be like, so I behave like this."
"Let me untie it for you."
"don't want."
She refused: "If you don't need to eat, drink, and defecate, and act like a god, who would you think the master is? If the six roots are impure, the six roots are impure. If you can feel it, Master will feel it with you."
The wind was speechless.
I see.
When you eat, you feel happy because you are hungry. When you sleep, you feel happy because you are sleepy. If you have no worries, you will naturally have no joy. If there are no human worries, you will naturally lose those "low-level" human tastes. But are those tastes really low-level? Not necessarily. She was so attached to him that she didn't want to let go of the daily necessities and trivial matters. However, under the control of a mortal like him, she could still enjoy the fun and troubles of a mortal with the body of an immortal.
This is the correct way to use Yang Shen to him. He is actually being used, and is nothing more than a training tool for his master.
Is this part of your plan? Wang Xilou, the mimicry baby is hot!
"Master Lazy." He slapped her butt angrily and got up to wash up and change clothes.
When he came out of the bathroom after brushing his teeth and washing his face, the unkempt woman was playing on her mobile phone on the bed, giggling while scrolling through Douyin, with her collar open, one leg standing up, and her hair scattered.
Like an abandoned house.
At this time, she had already tidied up, made breakfast, opened the store, and then murmured in the ears of Feng Wuli who came down to have breakfast: It's so annoying, I don't know what to buy today, shopping for food is so annoying every day Hey, hey, what do you want to eat today, you decide today.
Usually the answer is useless. Unless he strongly wants to eat something, the dinner will be inconsistent with what he answered in the morning. I really don’t understand why he has to ask this question every day.
When Feng Wuli was a child, he was still a bit picky about food. He thought Wang Xilou was really awesome and not picky at all... Only later did he realize that this woman cooked what he liked.
Now...he glanced at the master who was smiling like a fool while scrolling through Douyin.
This zombie has been completely destroyed!
"Get up. If you keep putting it off, you'll have to get home at midnight tonight."
"If it's night, wouldn't Master be able to lift the car and fly back?"
"Have you forgotten what Qingdi told you yesterday? You can't abuse your power. Immortals must also abide by the rules."
"He can't beat the master."
"Why are you acting like a child?"
"You were a kid all day yesterday, and today it's your turn to be a master!"
Feng Wuli thought for a while, with a serious look on his face: "I'll count to three..."
Wang Xilou looked up at him in confusion.
"sorry."
"Hmph! Lie down a little longer~"
"You are obviously awake."
Holding her phone in her arms, she rolled around on the bed, changing from lying on her stomach to lying down: "Master, I'll stay on Douyin for another ten minutes."
He had a thought in his mind.
Wang Xilou suddenly felt that something was wrong.
She looked wary and looked at the black-hearted disciple over there: "What did you do to Master?"
"It's nothing, it's just that you are still lying on the bed and the soles of your feet are itching."
"you!"
Suddenly my feet started to itch.
At first, she tried to resist with her supreme perseverance, but it was all in vain. The palpitating itch appeared on the sole of her foot. That was not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that it was obviously itchy here, but she couldn't scratch it. !
Starvation corresponds to eating, and the itch corresponds to scratching. The problem is that no matter how much she scratches, it seems like she is scratching the itch, and it has no effect at all!
This is torture!
This traitor actually tortured her like this!
Her toes kept blooming like flowers and itched unbearably, so she got out of bed in frustration.
"Why are you still itching?" She panicked.
Her great disciple was beside her and said shyly: "After brushing your teeth and washing your face, it won't itch anymore."
"Just wait for me!"
She brushed her teeth and washed her face quickly, raising and lowering her feet as if they were on fire. This scene was quite funny. Feng Wuli recorded a video of her next to the mirror. In the last second of the video, the fierce-looking woman spit out the water in her mouth. On the sink, she turned around and grabbed a hand towards him.
Then there was a domestic violence incident.
He could also prevent Wang Xilou from beating him, but he was a very particular person and agreed to receive a spanking after every play.
He never owed money.
Wang Xilou showed great strength and demonstrated the truth with his strength. He tied his hands behind his back and pressed him on the bed, but naturally he was unable to break free. He leaned his face on the pillow, looked at her and said with a smile: "Itching is a feeling that only mortals can have. Why?" Like? Master Immortal?"
Wang Xilou glared angrily and stepped on his face with one foot. He wanted to beat this traitor first and then go on to say, if your feet are itchy, I will crush you to death with the soles of my feet!
Feng Wuli couldn't laugh anymore.
This guy was in the bathroom without wearing shoes just now!
hateful! Next time the soles of your feet are not just itchy! She was a thousand times more sensitive, making her feet afraid to touch the ground.
"Are you thinking of something bad?" She grabbed his collar.
He was not used to keeping silent when being beaten.
It was already half past nine when the fight was over.
The two of them were checking to see if there was anything left in the room. They checked out after a while. In fact, the hotel did not require guests to clean up the trash, but Wang Xilou was a very particular person. Some drunk mineral water bottles, late-night snacks from takeaways, etc. She collected all the scattered bits and pieces.
She also wanted to sweep the floor for others, but Feng Wuli stopped her.
"By the way, give my eldest wife back."
Wang Xilou was confused: "What kind of big wife?"
"Your Majesty, return Your Majesty to me."
"I've already said it, but I still haven't..."
Feng Wuli rolled his eyes at her: "Just put away those little clevernesses of yours."
"Why did Youhuang give me Yang Shen when he couldn't repay it? You made it up, didn't you? I don't know what you were worried about. You became an immortal and then worried that I wouldn't want you? Then you hurriedly tied a dog leash for yourself and handed it over to me. superior."
"Hey, hey, hey, it sounds awful!" Wang Xilou was dissatisfied.
"It's not rough words. In fact, Youhuang can return it to me. It's just that you had to give Yang Shen to me, so you made up such a lie. And these are all good for me, so Youhuang will protect it with you." That’s a lie, right?”
Wang Xilou stared blankly.
My disciple is actually so smart!
You are worthy of being my apprentice!
"I won't take back Yang Shen now, and you have become an immortal now, so you don't actually need Youhuang. Since I have exposed it, you should let Youhuang stay with me..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the shadow at Wang Xilou's feet moved and returned to him from under her.
The shadow suddenly changed, and a one-size-fits-all red Wang Xilou poked out from the shadow above his chest, looking up at him, his tone neither sad nor happy, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Feng Wuli smiled, touched her head, and explained with a smile:
"I don't mean to blame you, why should I blame myself?"
She held his hand and pressed it on her face. Feng gently touched it without any reason, and then she returned to the shadow.
Wang Xilou looked disdainful: "It's really worthless."
Feng Wuli looked at her, and she stared back and asked him what he was looking at. He opened his mouth and chose to be beaten less. Now Wang Xilou's beating would really hurt him.
The spiritual power can never be returned. It has become a sacrifice for Wang Xilou to become an immortal, and it has all been refined by her.
I feel like the cauldron in Xian Xia, being picked up by Wang Xilou and supplemented by yin.
Inexplicably unhappy.
Go to the next room and take the cat and fox with you.
I ate some breakfast at the snack bar next to the hotel. After eating, I drove to Xie Jieshu's house.
She received the WeChat message and was already waiting at the gate of the community.
A young and beautiful girl with blond hair attracted attention on the roadside in the old community. The sunshine was very hot after ten o'clock. She stood under a small banyan tree. She wore a blue and white school uniform jacket over her white silk pajamas and wore shoes with Nike logo on her feet. Black color slippers, neat and cute toes painted with delicate red nail polish.
Standing on the roadside, yawning again and again.
(End of chapter)
