Feng Wuli walked over, and a group of small monsters were only a little knee-high for him, and they all looked at him at this time.

He wanted to go over and ask the child if he wanted to go out and return to the human world, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Your name is Xiaobai?" Feng squatted down unreasonably and asked gently.

The child, named Xiaobai, stroked the bulky lion dance head and nodded.

"Is Xiaobai having fun here?"

The other party nodded again, this time even the movements revealed excitement, and it could be seen that the other party was indeed very happy.

"That's right."

Feng smiled unreasonably, didn't say anything more, got up and prepared to leave, and the paper-faced woman sent him.

Feng Wuli listened to the laughter behind him and continued, and all kinds of strange monsters passed by him on the side of the road.

If you ignore these monsters that behave strangely and have a strange painting style, it's still good here.

At least every youkai is happy.

The woman suddenly smiled lightly and asked, "Lord Wang Xilou, do you want to take Xiaobai back to the human world?" ”

Feng was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "I'm not qualified to care about these things. ”

"The monsters here all know Xiaobai, and everyone thinks that he should go back."

"There's nowhere he can go back."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then looked at the wind unreasonable, the smiling face on the paper disappeared, and after a while it resurfaced, and she said slowly:

"Youkai and humans, maybe they really shouldn't be connected."

He was noncommittal.

Out of the tunnel, it was dark again, he just wanted to turn back into a shadow, mixed with the passing cars back to the city center, after thinking about it, he still dispelled this idea.

A woman's hand reached out from his shadow, and Feng Wuli handed her the mask on his face.

With his pockets in his pocket, he walked on the road in the wilderness.

It seems that since taking over Wang Xilou's inhuman power, he has become more and more unscrupulous, and those abnormal abilities are still rarely used in the normal world.

After walking for a long time, I met a bus stop, after all, it was a suburb, and there was no one, so I sat there unreasonably and waited for a long time, waiting for the last bus, all the way back to the city.

He held his mobile phone and found that Jiang Hao had sent him a few WeChat messages, telling him that he would not have a question.

Open Ape Counseling, select the picture, suddenly realized, cut back to the WeChat interface, and start the topic.

The hustle and bustle of the city slowly poured into my ears.

The bus shook for a while, the valve snorted when it was deflated, the wind unreasonably followed a few people out of the car, the figures were scattered under the street lamps, and there were occasional bicycles and small batteries on the sidewalk, which seemed a little crowded, and the red light turned green, and the crowds on both sides of the intersection began to meet, and the wind was unreasonably mixed in the pocket.

The night wind in the city is slightly cool, and the air has the smell of autumn.

There is still a way from the old street, Feng Wuli just wanted to sweep a shared bicycle and ride back, but saw a middle-aged uncle lying on the side of the road, and a bunch of beer bottles were placed next to it, some of which had been driven and those that had not been opened.

I don't know who is so kind, probably because they are afraid that people will lie on the ground and catch a cold, and they also cover a layer of shared bicycles on others.

"Uncle, are you alright?" Feng unreasonably lifted the shared bicycle with one hand and shook the man in the suit lying on the ground.

A smell of alcohol on his body.

"Hiccup!"

The uncle looked drunk, and repeatedly said that he was fine, and he didn't know where a leather shoe had gone.

"Do you want to call your family?"

When the drunkard in the suit heard this, he immediately cried, saying that his wife had run away, his daughter was still not with him, and the company's affairs had been busy until now, so he came here to drink some wine.

"At home, the house is empty, why go back."

"Uncle, it's not easy for you."

Feng Wuli inherited Wang Xilou's gentleness and kindness, and it was not good to pat his ass and leave when he encountered this kind of thing, so he listened to the man in the suit complaining, and comforted him from time to time.

The street lights here are dim, a little biased, and not many people will pass by, and the man in the suit said that he often comes here to drink, trying to be clean.

The more he talked, the more miserable it became, and then he took a big sip of wine, saying that this was a rare place for him to relax.

Middle-aged people, the things in their hearts are blocked, and if they don't vent, they will really go crazy, especially a social animal like him, so they must often relax and relax themselves, otherwise they will get sick sooner or later.

Feng Unreasonable particularly agrees.

Then when the other party said that he wanted to relax and take his head off, he helped him take his head back.

"Uncle, forget about the big night, it's scary." He persuaded.

The uncle was drunkenly stunned and sighed: "It's too, it's too." ”

He also moved the head that had been reversed back to the front.

People like him, when they go home, they have to see the face of their wife, the face of their leaders when they go to work, and the faces of their friends when they socialize.

Contemporary middle-aged people are really not as good as a dog, and the pressure is too great, but there is no way to release the pressure.

The two of them sat on the side of the road, listening to him sigh unreasonably, feeling that it was really difficult for people to reach middle age.

Mortgage, water and electricity, for children to go to school, to provide for their parents, they dare not live when they are sick, and they are not free to die when they die.

He said that he really misses the time when he was young, as if he ran fast enough, he didn't have any worries to catch up with him.

Feng Wuli listened to the uncle in the suit, talking about his student days, which was different from the current nest, and he was still a football player.

Speaking of this, he was still a little shy, and it seemed that it was indeed the past that he had been proud of and cherished.

"I really want to go back and play football on the pitch, but I can't go back." He sighed.

"If you want to go, you can't run now, uncle."

As soon as Feng Unreasonable said this, the drunken man in the suit suddenly became excited, stood up regardless of it, and walked away, letting you see the demeanor of the uncle when he was young.

But he suddenly remembered that he didn't have a football now.

Feng looked at his head thoughtfully.

The two really hit it off, went to a nearby junior high school, climbed over the wall, and went to the football field.

The uncle in the suit ran so happily on the grass that he took his head off and kicked it into the net from half court.

The figure that doesn't care about it is really handsome.

Feng Wuli also smiled, went over to tell the uncle to let him come, and then also kicked the opponent's head into the net.

The two of them demonstrate back and forth on this football field that may not be very standardized, one defends and the other shoots, and the head that usually carries all the troubles of a middle-aged social animal is no different from a football.

The middle-aged man was extremely excited, and Feng Wuli was also playing a little energetically.

"Hey, what a ball!"

"Replace me! Replace me. ”

"Pretty boy, uncle taught you what a banana ball is...... Damn, my head flew out. ”

"I'm going to pick it up, I'm going to pick it up."

It doesn't matter how the way middle-aged people relax, no matter how weird.