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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's evening.

"Ahh

"Ouch!"

"Let me out!"

A discordant tone slowly came from the third-floor corridor of No. 233 Longsheng Mansion.

After Fang Wuwei was ready to rest, he asked Zheng Koumao to get a sleeping bag, and then ran to the third floor with the sleeping bag. As we all know, the first room on the third floor was specially prepared for himself by Fang Wuwei. However, it was later occupied by Wu Meng very shamelessly.

So Fang Wuwei, who was holding the sleeping bag, thought for a long time, and finally decided to lie down in front of the door of his occupied room and sleep well. It's not that Fang Wuwei likes to sleep in the aisle, it's just that he wants to use a silent protest to tell Wu Meng that this room is his.

It's a pity that for a Chiloli like Wu Meng, she doesn't think about non-violent non-cooperative protests at all, she will just go her own way and despise all those who oppose her.

At this moment, Wu Meng sealed Fang Wuwei, who was sleeping in the aisle, in the sleeping bag again.

"You perverted primitive! Waiting at the door to plot this day, isn't it?! ”

Wu Meng's little face was flushed, and he kept stepping on a black object under him, shouting loudly.

"! Who has nothing to do to hide in a sleeping bag and plot against a young girl! ”

Fang Wuwei was stepped on by Wu Meng, who opened the door, halfway through sleep, and then was locked in a sleeping bag by Wu Meng in a daze, and at this moment he was still enduring Wu Meng's constant "war trampling", and the whole person was about to collapse.

"Moreover, Wu Meng is you yourself stepping on me and falling, okay?! Don't you go out and don't look at the road?! ”

Hearing Fang Wuwei's complaint, Wu Meng's little face suddenly became redder. When she was going out just now, she accidentally stepped on Fang Wuwei, who was sleeping at the door, and then it was very coincidental. Stepped on a slightly hard, bar-like object. Although Wu Meng is such an "ignorant" child, she doesn't quite know what she stepped on, but she feels that it must be a bad thing.

"You...... You...... You! You big pervert! ”

Wu Meng's face was so red that it seemed to be dripping with water, and he stepped on the sleeping bag again. Being stepped on by Wu Meng like this, Fang Wuwei only felt that his stomach juice was about to vomit out.

Wu Meng didn't care so much, just ran back to the room with a red face, "snapped", and closed the door hard.

Listening to the sound of the door closing in his ears, Fang Wuwei held a rotten banana in his hand and hugged his stomach. Dying in a sleeping bag. It took a long time to finally breathe down.

Fang Wuwei, who was relieved, gently touched the rotten banana, feeling the touch of a lump of mud, Fang Wuwei instantly turned into a bitter gourd face, and muttered:

"Longevity...... Why is my life so bitter, the last banana has been trampled on......"

However, it was only a short moment before Wu Meng suddenly opened the door again. With a little blush on his face, he kicked Fang Wuwei who was in the sleeping bag on the ground and said:

"Primitive No. 1, I'm hungry today, get something to eat for this genius."

"Don't get it!"

Fang Wuwei shouted categorically directly in the sleeping bag. As the saying goes, a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated. has been locked in a sleeping bag and bullied for so long, as long as it is a man, it is impossible to be obedient.

Wu Meng pouted, jumped slightly, and stood on top of the sleeping bag. Then Wu Meng jumped again. Jumping off his sleeping bag and running downstairs, he mocked as he ran:

"Pervert One. If you don't, stay inside! I told you to sneak attack this genius, you deserve it! ”

Fang Wuwei stayed in his sleeping bag with a black line on his face, listening to the footsteps gradually disappearing. It wasn't until the footsteps were completely away that Fang Wuwei twisted all over, trying to prop up the sleeping bag with his own strength.

Of course, fantasy is beautiful, reality is cruel. For something like a sleeping bag, how could it be broken by casually messing with the top, so Fang Wuwei failed successfully.

But fortunately, as soon as Wu Meng ran away, Zheng Koumao ran upstairs with slippers. Maybe he heard a loud noise upstairs and wanted to see what was going on.

"Landlord? Are you locked inside? ”

Zheng Koumao's majestic voice sounded outside the sleeping bag.

When Fang Wuwei heard this, he immediately shouted excitedly:

"Mr. Zheng? It's great that you're here, get me out! I'm locked up by Wu Meng again! ”

Zheng Koumao looked at the sleeping bag on the ground strangely, and he couldn't figure out how Fang Wuwei was locked in the sleeping bag by Wu Meng. However, Zheng Koumao didn't think too much about it, and quickly opened the sleeping bag.

As soon as Fang Wuwei got out of the sleeping bag, he instantly felt a breath of fresh air coming to him, and hurriedly exhaled a few times, and said:

"Mr. Zheng, it's good that you're here! I almost thought I couldn't hold it anymore. ”

Seeing Fang Wuwei coming out of the sleeping bag, combined with what Fang Wuwei said, Zheng Koumao inexplicably showed a disgusting expression, covered his nose and took a few steps back, and said to Fang Wuwei with a disgusted expression:

"Landlord, Sprinkle family to see that you are no longer holding back, go wash it!"

Fang Wuwei was stunned, thinking to himself why Zheng Koumao had a disgusting expression? Immediately, Fang Wuwei followed Zheng Koumao's gaze and looked at his body.

I saw that the banana that was trampled by Wu Meng, the banana peel was gone, and the yellow banana flesh inside was all coated on his upper body. Maybe Fang Wuwei accidentally got it when he was trying to break free just now.

Fang Wuwei looked at the clumps of yellow unknown objects on his body, and soon understood that Zheng Koumao had mistaken those banana flesh for some dirty things.

Immediately, Fang Wuwei pulled up his shirt, took a step closer to Zheng Koumao, who looked disgusted, and said to Zheng Koumao:

"Mr. Zheng, I just said that I can't hold my breath, I mean I can't hold my breath! And these yellow things, bananas, not the kind of dirty things! ”

Seeing Fang Wuwei take a step closer, Zheng Koumao covered his nose with both hands, and also took a step back, and said in a dull voice:

"Landlord, go wash up! Don't worry, the Sprinkle family won't say it! ”

Fang Wuwei frowned, how could this Zheng Koumao not listen to someone explain.

"Mr. Zheng. I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, I'll eat it for you! ”

As soon as the words fell, Fang Wuwei dipped some banana meat on his chest with his fingers and stuffed it into his mouth.

Zheng Koumao felt like he had seen something terrible for a moment, his mouth bulged, and something gushing out of his stomach instantly filled his mouth.

Fang Wuwei looked at Zheng Koumao's appearance with a black line on his face, and sighed helplessly:

"Forget it, Mr. Zheng, you better go and solve your own problems......"

Zheng covered his mouth and nodded with a tangled expression. Then he ran down the corridor like the wind.

Fang Wuwei watched Zheng Kou Mao Fei run away, couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, took off the T-shirt on his upper body, and then walked to the first floor. After resting for so long, I have more energy. Although he was troubled by Wu Meng, he didn't feel tired anymore.

I walked down the stairs to the living room.

The bowl in Xiao Lian's hand was gone, and it was estimated that he ran to the kitchen to clean it by himself. Although I don't know how Xiao Lian knows how to use the faucet, it's a simple behavior. It shouldn't be a problem for cultivators like Xiao Lian.

It's just that Xiao Lian is still sitting in front of the black and white TV, watching the TV intently.

Logically speaking, that anti-Japanese drama should be over? Fang Wuwei walked to Xiao Lian's side with this doubt, wanting to see what program was playing on the black and white TV.

Xiao Lian noticed Fang Wuwei's arrival. Hurriedly stood up and said:

"Hello Master."

Fang Wuwei glanced at Xiao Lian, and then said seriously:

"Xiao Lian, since you may have to live here for a long time, you don't have to be so respectful in the future. You can call me landlord or whatever. It's okay if you don't call Master. ”

Fang Wuwei's idea was that Xiao Lian estimated that he had nowhere to go now, and nine times out of ten, he would have to stay at his own home. If Xiao Lian is such a white-haired middle-aged man who looks in his thirties. Everywhere call yourself the words of your master. It is estimated that others will also find it very strange, and it is better to let Xiao Lian find another name.

Hearing Fang Wuwei say this, Xiao Lian was stunned for a moment, and then his expression darkened again, like an abandoned child, and said in frustration:

"Master...... Don't you want to be a disciple anymore? ”

The corners of Fang Wuwei's eyes twitched, thinking that this Xiao Lian's head melon was the same as Zheng Koumao, and he couldn't turn around. I just feel a little awkward to call Master on Earth, why don't I want him again?

"Xiao Lian, why don't I want you? Forget it, you can call it if you want. Of course, if I change the name, I will be happier. ”

Fang Wuwei dealt with Xiao Lian helplessly, and then shifted his attention to the black and white TV. There is a spy war movie on the black and white TV, and the plot is nothing more than this plot that, that plot this, and then the male protagonist has all kinds of wit, all kinds of not dying, and a group of people alone. I don't know what happened to Xiao Lian, a cultivator with a good future would actually love to see these things.

Fang Wuwei turned his head with a black line on his face, and asked Xiao Lian:

"Xiao Lian, why did you start watching this kind of spy war movie?"

Xiao Lian saw that Fang Wuwei didn't want to deny himself as an apprentice, and his heart hanging in the air was also relaxed, and then he looked at the black and white TV and said:

"Master, it turns out that this is called a spy war movie! The apprentice just looks at this man is very powerful, obviously he has no cultivation, but he can dodge bullets with his mortal body. The apprentice wanted to learn, so he watched it. ”

The corner of Fang Wuwei's eyes twitched again, the god dodged the bullet, it was obviously a lie! And if you can watch TV dramas and learn this kind of martial arts, then the middle-aged and elderly people in China can already sweep the world......

Xiao Lian didn't care about Fang Wuwei's painful expression, and fell into the TV show again. It's like the kind of middle-aged person who has nothing to do at home, and he just hugs the TV and watches when he has nothing to do.

At this time, Wu Meng's voice suddenly sounded from the kitchen:

"Primitives One, you're down?! Why don't you have anything to eat at home?! I'm dying of starvation this day! ”

Hearing Wu Meng's complaint, Fang Wuwei was stunned, and suddenly remembered that there was no grain of rice left in his home. Then I looked at the T-shirt I was holding in my hand, and the rotten banana was still on the T-shirt.

Fang Wuwei swallowed his saliva and cautiously asked towards the kitchen:

"Wu Meng, will you eat the rotten bananas?"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )