The girl with a large font spread out on the side opened one eye and looked at the two people on the opposite side who were not moving.

Why haven't you done it yet?

It's not like they're all asleep, are they?

Are you so pure? In vain she spent half a day's work.

She was a little anxious.

After about half an hour, suddenly there was some movement next to him, and the slave opened one of his eyes, and then saw the man on the opposite bed moving vividly and raised half of his body.

After five hundred years of waiting, I finally ......

The boy lowered his head, presumably gently kissed the forehead of the sleeping woman next to him, and then lay down again.

The slave is so tired.

I knew that she was fighting for the main body.

There was another movement next to it.

She continued to observe.

The boy got up suddenly, and the slave quickly closed his eyes.

Judging by the sound, I should go to the toilet, the light in the bathroom was turned on, and the slave's eyelids felt a little brighter, and the sound of shhhhh

She listened to the footsteps, and the wind walked to her bedside unreasonably, and couldn't help but glance at it with empty eyes, and saw that the other party took out a fan?

Fan her in the wind.

Worried about your heat?

She was moved for a second, and then fell asleep.

Feng smiled unreasonably.

Compared with the kind of love of the right emperor, for you, thousands of times, like spring breeze and rain, the slave is more inclined to the love of men and women, which is Wang Xilou's lust and carnal desire for him.

Love mixed with lust.

Suo Guan is a twelve or thirteen-year-old little girl Wang Xilou, because that body shape is more convenient for her to lie flat as a salted fish, and the right emperor is frozen on the day she was put on a wedding dress, and then it is estimated that in order to better shelter the wind from the wind and rain, she chose a body shape more than three meters tall, and the dragon, because of her ability, she can become anyone's appearance by simulating a shadow.

The slave is very ordinary, just like Wang Xilou, there is a little difference in temperament when she is awake, she is a little more flamboyant, and she is completely gone when she falls asleep.

Feng unreasonably picked up the slave and put him on the bed next to him, gently not waking up the little zombie, and covered the quilt for the two.

I couldn't help but open my phone and take a photo, the light was dim, the shot was not clear, and I deleted it after shooting.

But this picture is so beautiful that he should remember it for a long time.

Lying back on the empty bed, his heart was a little itchy, but he still felt that it was better to sleep in the same bed for the first time at home rather than in a hotel.

As for the other first time, he is naturally looking forward to it.

That's Wang Xilou, who doesn't be greedy?

And whatever he wants, Wang Xilou will probably give it to him, which is beyond doubt.

But the years are long, and the wind is unreasonable and unhurried.

Seek immortality and seek her.

He stretched out a hand and mobilized the Eternal Tribulation, which shifted back and forth between immaturity and old age.

Now that the trillions of eternal calamity have become the youth version, after castration, the value has become even higher - for those who desire immortality.

When he thought of the kiss yesterday and the look in his arms at that time, the more he thought about it, the more energetic he became, and he was not sleepy at all at night.

Pick up the fan and fan yourself.

"Smack."

The room that was already quiet seemed to sink into a deeper silence as the distractions disappeared.

A huge woman's arm stretched out from the side of Feng Wuli's bed, picked up the fallen fan, stuffed it back, and then covered the quilt for the boy on the bed, and intimately took back the hand that reached out to the side of the bed, and tucked the corner of the quilt.

The early morning light is dawning, the hotel has good shading, and it is actually very bright outside at half past seven, but the room is still the same as at night.

As soon as he opened his eyes, a woman sat next to him, looking at him closely.

Feng Wuli cleaned up his mood in two seconds.

"Which one are you?"

"It's Wang Xilou who goes to the toilet now."

"So you are now?"

"Look at you." She smiled and said, "I woke up at six o'clock, and the shadow didn't need to rest for long."

"You've been watching me since you woke up?" The wind is unreasonable and a little uncomfortable.

"Not just looking, but touching your hand and counting your eyelashes."

「…… How many have you counted?"

"Count, count, look at you, and forget." Lu Nu smiled a little silly at Wang Xilou's face.

Wang Xilou has also come out of the bathroom, his clothes have changed, and he is wearing gray cotton sports pants today, which are very loose, with ropes at the end of the trousers, and a white close-fitting vest on the upper body, the trousers have been pulled to the stomach, and the legs are particularly long.

Special athletic department too.

Anyway, it's no longer the old lady's flowery, big buttons, trousers, and the whole body is a color match.

"Awake?"

The little zombie took a comb, tilted his head and combed his hair, and then said to the slave, "Change your clothes, your collar is exposed."

Feng Wuli looked at her crooked head and combed her hair, Wang Xilou was stared at unnaturally, and after combing, he went over to comb the comb for the little apprentice, combing and playing with that.

There was a faint fragrance wafting between his snorts, and Feng Wuli's fingers moved, showing reluctance to let her mess with it, "Don't mess up my hair."

When he came out, he was wearing denim shorts, navy blue short sleeves, and long white legs, looking at himself with new clothes to wear.

"Let's go buy a pair of shoes for the slave first?"

"Now the shoe store doesn't open so early, so let her wear the hotel slippers first."

Feng Wuli also changed his clothes, brushed his teeth in the bathroom with Wang Xilou, and the slave rolled on the bed he slept on, holding his quilt, burying his face in the pillow, and his two calves propped up, beating the air.

"I picked up a pair of very new shoes, and I didn't want to wear them, but someone stole them." The slave said with a hateful face.

Feng rinsed his mouth unreasonably, and spit out all the foam, "Why are you so miserable?"

"I don't have much spiritual power to share profits, and I can't bear the price, so I've been so unlucky."

Feng Wuli sighed, "You don't have to make any more wishes in the future."

She said embarrassedly, "I guess I will have to be unlucky for a while, I make that wish every day, and it may not be so easy to cancel the price."

「……」

「……」

"But it's going to get less unlucky."

The slave scratched his head innocently.

The three of them went out and prepared to try Jinling's breakfast.

Soon they saw the power of the little unlucky ghost slave.

Even if she falls on the ground, she has rough skin and thick flesh, and it's okay to play with it.

When she walked to the road, she suddenly had a city wild dog chasing her and biting her, and she stared at her very single-mindedly, and in a blink of an eye, she accidentally stepped into the ditch, and she had a dirty leg of water, and suddenly a garbage bag covered her vision, and she bumped into a passer-by with a drink, and sprinkled coffee.

After a while, she was dirty again.

"Why don't you go back to the shadows?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it." She lowered her head a little aggrieved.

She was aggrieved that her new clothes were stained again.

She led the two of them to have morning tea and entered a time-honored Jinling noodle, which was obviously just breakfast but had hundreds of menus, surrounded by old Jinling people who spoke Jinling dialect.

At seven or eight o'clock in the vegetable market, the road surface is definitely not so decent, wet and dry, rotten vegetable leaves or plastic bags can be seen everywhere on the ground, even the sunlight here is cheap and sparse, the noise is so close, and the breath of life is blowing in the face.

Wang Xilou felt that this was the only thing she felt familiar with.

The beef potstickers and osmanthus red bean Lantern Festival highly recommended by the slave, and also ordered a signature beef offal noodles.

One Wang Xilou is already very eye-catching, and two Wang Xilou appear at the same time, which is amazing.

One of them can also show off a potsticker!

The slave went to get another glass bottle of Vitasoy, swaggered back with a straw, took a sip, and then showed off another potsticker.

That's called a cozy.

Wang Xilou felt so embarrassed, and the character of the slave was a carefree little zombie.

Feng Wuli thinks that this kind of Wang Xilou is very novel.

It's just that people are a little unlucky.

The sweet and sour sauce accidentally got on her clothes again, and she wiped it with a tissue carelessly, and it was too rough.

"Wow, there's a car accident over there."

It seemed to be a small scrape, but the two sides quarreled, and the slave copied a potsticker and went over with a bottle of Vitasoy to join in the fun.

Wang Xilou ate a soup dumpling, watched himself run out speechlessly, saw the little apprentice smiling there, and glared at him.

Feng Wuli spoke first: "I think the slave is quite cute."

Wang Xilou was not angry: "You better be."

"Really, I like all ten looks of Wang Xilou." He laughed.

「……」

"Come and try Master's soup dumplings, it's delicious." She spoke softly, holding one hand under the pad, feeding the wind unreasonably.

The eye-catching effect of the two Wang Xilou is geometrically long, and just when the people around thought that these two should be a pair, and the other should be a little bit out of the sister-in-law, the sister-in-law came back.

The sister-in-law sat next to the boy, very close, the boy took a tissue to wipe her mouth, the movement was gentle, and there was a helpless smile in her eyes, and the sister-in-law smiled sweetly at him, a little too intimate.

The girl on the other side didn't care, and she gave the boy whatever she ate.

All of a sudden, the audience was confused.

Until the three of them left, the atmosphere in the store was a little solemn.

The three of them went to buy a pair of wood-colored sandals with Velcro for Luo Nu, which looked manly, like the old man wearing, and was very bulky and bulky, and Wang Xilou's small white and tender feet had a sense of contrast.

"It doesn't look dirty, but it's sturdy enough." She grinned.

Jiming Temple has a history of more than 1,700 years, Wang Xilou, the first 800 years of little zombies are too young, is the oldest Buddhist temple in Jinling, has the reputation of the head of the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty.

"Could it be a lot of people? There are a lot of people on weekdays, but today there are more, right?"

Walking down the blind road, he walked in a straight line and looked at his new shoes.

She talked a lot, and the last two didn't necessarily pay attention to her, and she didn't care if she ignored her, so she continued to talk there.

And she couldn't stay still, and from time to time she would get lost for a while, and then she wouldn't know where to follow her, and she would pick up some bottles and cans in her hand, saying that she could sell them for scrap.

Feng Wuli was reluctant to put the garbage she picked up in the right emperor.

After a while, she hugged a cat again, and rushed back to say that she had picked it up, and Feng Wuli saw that there were a few scratches on her face.

After a while, she picked up a Tigger stuffed doll from somewhere and tied it around her waist with a rope.

She would also squat on the side of the road to watch the child eat ice cream, squatting intently, and the wind watched her untie the Tigger on her waist, and stopped the slave before she planned to exchange the doll for ice cream with the child, and bought her an ice cream.

"That's a lot of money." She shyly licked the sundae of McDonald's.

Then she didn't know where to hold a small stone lion, estimated to weigh a few hundred pounds, she picked it up with one hand, looked at no one nearby, and was struggling to stuff the wind unreasonable shadow.

"Right Emperor, help get it."

It disappeared for a while, and after a while, it was already dirty.

Feng looked at Wang Xilou and smiled, Wang Xilou smiled softly, pretending that nothing had happened: "Master has nine looks like he loves you."

Feng glanced at the miserable slave licking the ice cream with unreasonable pity, and the slave was expelled from Wang Xilou.

Feng Wuxian met her to set up a stall yesterday, and it was because of the tatters that attracted him, and now he knows how those rags came about.

Feng Wuli bought a cup of milk tea, he likes normal rock sugar sugar when he drinks milk tea, Wang Xilou has always felt that milk tea is too sweet, so he squinted his little bite to taste it.

The slave in front of him was still chattering: "I hope there will be fewer people, otherwise people will be crowded."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was some spiritual fluctuation in the air.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou suddenly looked at the slave, and the slave turned around with an innocent face.

"At what cost? Still unlucky?" Feng asked helplessly.

"Not all wishes will be unlucky, it may be that you can't see, your head will not be bright, etc., I see, the price of this now is a decrease in self-control."

"Lost self-control? What do you mean?"

Wang Xilou went over and pulled her: "Don't stay outside, go back to the shadows!"

"I don't want it!"

Feng Wuli felt that there was no need to force it, and they were there, so nothing should happen.

Wang Xilou was worried on the side, pulling the slave to prevent her from running around.

He suddenly thought about whether the tourists in the Jiming Temple would suddenly have to leave for various reasons after the slave made a wish, and there would be no one when they arrived.

The price of this spiritual entanglement is really good, basically the spiritual power is enough, and any wish can be realized.

Feng Wuli was already thinking that his spiritual power was enough for his college entrance examination.

"Tell her to go back, and then she'll become self-indulgent and lose all her self-control."

Feng jumped his eyebrows unreasonably, hesitating whether to let the slave go back, and the slave swaggered and said:

"As for that loss of spiritual power, it is estimated that it is only a little bit of self-control, it's okay, and it will be fine after a while."

When they arrived at the cherry blossom avenue, the three of them couldn't help but smile when they saw the cherry blossoms in full bloom.

The cherry blossoms bloom in March and April, but the cherry blossoms at Jimei Temple bloom out of season before autumn, which may have a set of scientific explanations, but it has a beautiful meaning.

The impossible happened, the impossible came back.

For the slave, it's the wind that is unreasonable.

People in the neighborhood walk very slowly, take a photo from time to time, and there are especially many couples holding hands, and the voices are small and fragmentary.

The cherry blossom petals are very small, but they are clustered one by one, on and under the trees, the sun is still bright gold at this time, the roadside signs, telephone poles, passing buses, and the cedar road are all filled with a layer of golden light, and the cherry blossoms are transmitted between the branches of a few thick rays of sunlight, and the cherry blossoms are like pink fish in the golden river.

The three of them walked through the world of gold and pink, and the moment was beautiful.

The master and apprentice were taking pictures, and then they got together and said whether the photo was good or not, and asked passers-by to help take a group photo and thank each other.

"This one looks good, you can send it to Master quickly."

"I'll pack it all up and send it to you."

"Why didn't you put your arms around Master's shoulders just now?" She was a little dissatisfied.

"Shoot again, then?"

Halfway through speaking, Feng unreasonably turned around to stop the slave from pulling out the cherry blossoms.

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