Feng Wuli felt like he was holding a corpse, and in fact he was.

There was not much spirit left in her.

Feng Wuli knew that he couldn't panic at this time, he still had the method that the Blue Emperor taught him.

Can't panic, even if the spirit is exhausted, she will be fine, at most she just waits for the spirit to accumulate and reawaken.

Even if she doesn't transmit spiritual power to her, her energy consumption has now dropped to zero, and her body actually has an unconditioned reflex to absorb a lost spiritual power, and she can wake up if she accumulates enough, maybe she really thinks she just slept if he doesn't come out.

Although it is known that this is the case.

But he was still agitated.

Wang Xilou closed her eyes, her face was calm, her body was unreasonably swayed by the wind, as if she would never wake up, she should have been buried deep in the ground like this eight hundred years ago.

He sat Wang Xilou sideways on his lap, put one hand around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest, and the five fingers of the other hand passed through her cold fingers, grasping tightly, but the other party did not hold his hand as usual.

……

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

The name of the people has long been broadcast, and the wind has changed the station unreasonably, and I don't know what to watch when I turn around, and in the end I am just immersed in the act of unconsciously switching the station, and watching the constant switching of TV pictures seems to calm me a little more.

Wang Xilou's eyelashes moved, and after opening his eyes, he stretched his waist and found that the little apprentice was holding him.

"Ha, I accidentally fell asleep, and suddenly I felt a little tired."

She twisted her neck.

"Why are you so dead, let the master move, my waist is a little sore."

Feng unreasonably calmed down and slowly buried his head in her arms.

Wang Xilou was flustered, he didn't know what was going on, and he was a little at a loss, so he thought it was a little apprentice looking for himself to be coquettish.

She laughed, her fingers gently pressed on his head, and stroked gently, "It's like a child."

"Wang Xilou."

"Huh?"

"Say something, I'd like to hear you talk about it."

Wang Xilou felt a little funny, "What does Master want to say?"

"Just say it, I just want to hear you talk."

"Master doesn't know what to say, I want to think about it...... How about Master tell you the story of looking for wild people in Shennongjia 600 years ago?"

Wang Xilou felt that the little apprentice was weird tonight, and he kept holding himself and telling his own story.

But she didn't hate it at all, but liked the feeling of being stuck to the little apprentice.

She is now sitting on Feng Wuli's lap, he bent down and buried his head in her arms, Wang Xilou's hair fell on his back, she stepped on the right instep with her left foot, swaying forward and backward, swaying forward and backward, smiling and pulling the long hair from her ear behind her ear, one hand reached down, her fingertips rubbed Feng Wuli's face, and as she spoke, she looked up at the clock on the wall, and then realized that it was already a little faster, and she patted Feng Wuli on the shoulder:

"It's so late, go back to bed, you have class tomorrow."

"You just ran out of spiritual power and lost consciousness, and I have been transmitting spiritual power to you, and it will be a little bit."

"Huh?"

Wang Xilou suddenly understood what was wrong with the little apprentice.

"Before you solve my Yang God problem, you will definitely not want to return to the Right Emperor, and I won't talk about this, but your problem must be solved, maybe one day you will consume spiritual power faster than the loading speed, and finally become an ordinary zombie that can only be controlled by talismans, I will ask Shengqing tomorrow to see if he has a way, or go to Lord Qingdi in a few days."

After the mood settles down, in fact, how to solve it is very clear, and it is enough to solve the problem when encountered.

It's really not good, the two have never been separated, where they go, they stick together, and I don't know if they will get tired of it one day, so let's talk about it until the day when they are tired.

Wang Xilou touched the back of his neck and smiled gently, "Let's sleep with Master tonight, Master will tell you stories to coax you to sleep."

「…… Get up, I'm going to brush my teeth

I washed my face."

"You carry Master back to your room."

"Won't you go yourself?"

"I don't want to go."

Feng ignored her unreasonably, and as a result, the little zombie hung on his chest like a koala, his legs were on his waist, his two feet were hooked together like hooks, and his arms were around his neck.

She is still telling the stories of the expressionless cold-faced heroine who has been wandering the rivers and lakes for 200 years.

She is very cool in her story, always with a frosty face, does not say a word, does not communicate with others, is alone, and has the taste of an ancient road west wind and thin horse.

Feng brushed her teeth unreasonably, looked at the head on her chest, and was still shaking her head and talking, and the back of her head, thin back, and small ass outlined by pajama pants could be seen in the mirror.

How far is this person from the self in the story?

The lone wolf becomes a husky.

"Did you brush your teeth?"

"Master just fell asleep, where can I brush it?"

"No wonder your mouth stinks, brush your teeth quickly."

"You help Master brush it."

The wind was unreasonably speechless: "You really want to hang on me all the time."

"I'm not wearing shoes, the shower room is wet, you can help Master wash his feet and I'll come down."

He is helpless, he is more than 800 years old, and he is still like a little girl.

Feng unreasonably salivaed, gurgling, spitting out the sink with a side face, wiping the corners of his mouth with a towel, and taking Wang Xilou's pink toothbrush and squeezing some toothpaste.

"Open your mouth."

"Hey."

"You two zombie teeth are so long."

Wang Xilou's mouth was full of bubbles, and she couldn't speak, and the little apprentice pinched her teeth a little disrespectfully, and she was a little angry.

After taking the water glass, she also took her saliva in her mouth, gurgling, and spit on the washbasin with her head sideways, and the foam at the corner of her mouth rubbed against the corner of Feng Wuli's clothes.

"Let's go, go back to sleep."

When I got into the bed, it was like the wind outside had stopped, and it was too warm.

The two of them squirmed under the quilt for a while.

Feng frowned unreasonably:

"It's half past two, go to sleep."

"You pull your hand out first......" Wang Xilou's voice was muffled.

Feng Wuli pretended to be dead and didn't speak, the two were in a stalemate for a while, Feng Wuli's fingers stopped on some hard fabrics, his palm felt the delicate skin of the eight-hundred-year-old zombie, and his fingers could go over the mountains and mountains a little further, the little zombie's strength was definitely not comparable to herself, but she was very stubborn and held Feng Wuli's arm with both hands.

The belly is the belly, it's soft and cool, and it's fun.

Feng was unreasonable as an archaeologist for a while, and retreated contentedly.

"I'm going to take off my little clothes and sleep, don't be a master."

"Do you want to take it off?" The wind is unreasonable, and there are some things to say.

"How can anyone sleep in clothes, it's hard, it's uncomfortable to strangle."

She reached for her back with her backhand, unbuttoned it, and put her hand into the collar of her pajamas, pulled out a piece of fabric, and hurriedly threw it behind her, and she couldn't see her face reddening when she was black, and she was just about to sleep next to her little apprentice Meimei—

Wang Xilou glanced down.

Then he looked up at his face in the dark, which was very close to him.

The other party's wet and hot snort sprayed on her face, and she tried to use an expressionless way to intimidate the other party, so that this guy should not be too presumptuous, although she was usually always high-mouthed, but it did not prevent her from still being very embarrassed at this time.

About a dozen seconds passed.

"Is it fun?"

"Kind of interesting." Feng unreasonably made a sneak attack on himself, his face was not red, and his heart was not beating.

"What does it feel like?"

"The porcelain of the Song Dynasty was very prosperous, and the glaze unearthed at that time was subtle and shiny, accumulating like clotted fat, and it felt smooth and cool in the hand......

Hey, why is this porcelain a pimple?

Feng pinched it unreasonably curiously.

The archaeology major is very dangerous, for example, you may dig up a zombie, and it is also the corpse of the Jianghu people who used to be terrified, and if you take the porcelain that people have treasured for more than 800 years, she will definitely come up and bite you in anger.

The little zombie almost bit his hand off.

"You're a dog......

"Shut up!"

Feng unreasonably smothered his head: "Master's body is so soft, why is it so soft when he is a zombie?"

His tone, like someone opening a bag of snacks in the classroom and someone next to him running over to him, "What is this?" is just curious about the unknown.

Wang Xilou was a little loveless, and thought silently in his heart, this is what he is used to, and he has to endure it, but the hand on his back is free, and his mouth is inexplicably dry.

She saw faces that were close in the night.

Slowly leaned in.

……

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

Star City Internet Cafe

Another Wang Xilou was in bed and exploring the texture of porcelain from 800 years ago with an archaeologist, and there was also a Wang Xilou here, who stepped on the gaming chair with one leg bent, wearing the blue and white school uniform shorts and school uniform jacket of Feng Wuli junior high school, and stretched her neck in front of the screen.

There was a large bottle of empty Master Kong iced tea on the table, and his fingers were frantically tapping on the keyboard, and the mouse was crackling.

There was a high school student in a school uniform opposite her, who was also doing crazy ***, constantly moving around.

The people around couldn't help but look at it, this girl is beautiful, her personality is atmospheric, and her skills are so handsome.

The opposite side made a mistake and was killed by a set.

It would take more than thirty seconds to resurrect, but it was obviously too late.

The people around cheered.

The slave stood up, shook his neck, and turned to look at the student behind him, "Iced tea, big bottle."

Her expression now is a bit like Wang Yousheng in the TV series "Bright Sword", following Li Yunlong to grab the supplies and get new shoes, the appearance of commanding.

Although the student lost, he didn't feel anything, scratched his head and ran to buy her iced tea.

"Sister and a friend, let's fight together next time."

"Okay, do you want to rank together and take you to the top points."

"Come on, I'll sweep you!"

The slave touched the pocket of his school uniform jacket, took out Wang Xilou's mobile phone, unlocked his fingerprint, and scanned it.

The boy swept out one, the WeChat account of the invincible little zombie, and raised his eyebrows.

At night, he met a beautiful and sassy young lady in the Internet café, he went over and asked if he wanted to solo, but he was abused and killed, but he really loved this one, the student swallowed his saliva, and stopped talking, or asked: "Does my sister have a boyfriend?"

The slave's eyes purred, and he took the iced black tea with a vigilant expression: "I have a man!"

"How old are you, you're married." The boy was a little unconvinced.

"That's not it, my man doesn't like me anymore." She had a somewhat ostentatious tone.

"......" He clearly felt that this beautiful sister's brain circuits and communication methods were a little different from ordinary people.

However, knowing that the other party was already married, he couldn't help but be frustrated and a little embarrassed.

In order to avoid the embarrassment just now, he had to jokingly divert the topic: "That sister still runs out to play, and I'm not afraid that he will go out to steal at night."

The slave raised an eyebrow, "No way, he doesn't care about me."

"yes." The student said dryly, "Let's get a game?"

But Lu Nu thought about it, would Wang Xilou's shameless one climb into his bed again?

But even if she rolls into his bed, at most they will sleep together.

The little apprentice is so well-behaved, he will definitely not do anything to her, he has been given for so long in vain, every time he grinds hard and bubbles, he has exhausted all his skills when he enters his room, and he will let himself kiss his mouth at most, hug his waist, and refuse to touch himself.

Shaking his head, the slave shook the remnants out.

The progress of Wang Xilou must be under me!

"Rank, I'll take you to the master tonight!"

Sitting down for another game, the slave began her exciting all-night night again.

Chose a tam.

With a flick of her tongue, she kept attacking all enemies with her tongue, slashing all the way, and one tongue made the opposite side collapse, and she couldn't help but show an innocent smile on her face.

The green light of the screen hit the slave's face, and she grinned, people who didn't know anything were the easiest to be happy.

……

In autumn, the days are short and the nights are long, the sky outside is not yet bright, the people around him have already woken up, and the wind is also woken up by a slight movement.

His eyelids moved, and he saw Wang Xilou sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to him, the room was still dark, he could only see a smooth back, and his hands went around his back to tie the button, which must have been very skilled after so many years.

Wang Xilou knows a lot of skills, pulling erhu, cooking vegetables, washing and mopping the floor, all her skilled skills Feng Wuli has already seen one by one, but you don't have to guess to know, the skill of buttoning underwear with her backhand, this woman must be skilled to the extreme for so many years, but Feng Wuli is indeed the first time to see this Wang Xilou skilled for many years, but he has never seen a skill. Today he saw it, a scene that may be mundane and repeated, but mysterious and holy to the wind, the way she buttoned her underwear with her backhand, her smooth back, her bare shoulders, the soft cotton fabric on her hip bones, the two arms she bent back to the back, and the fingers that pinched the two straps.

This picture is too beautiful, not mixed with desire, he just simply appreciates it, and wants to engrave this scene in his mind.

There was no light at all in the gap between the curtains, which proved that it was still dark outside, and the air outside the quilt in the room was dry and cold, and the face felt cold and swishing outside the quilt.

After the button was fastened, he seemed to notice the movement behind him, Wang Xilou looked back and saw his little apprentice looking straight ahead.

"Woke you up?"

The room was dark and quiet, and she subconsciously spoke softly, not daring to speak loudly, as if she was afraid of making a noise.

"What time is it?"

Feng Wuli also learned the volume of her whispering, as if there were two children in the room, and both adults were afraid that the noise would be too loud to wake up the non-existent baby.

Wang Xilou pulled his hair back, and there was only a piece of fabric left in front of him to block the infinite scenery, then grabbed the pajamas that he hadn't put on yet, and said softly, "It's just six o'clock, I'll go down to make breakfast, you can sleep for a while, and wait for the master to wake you up."

「……」

「……」

Feng Wuli has only one thought now.

The next time he had such a chance, he wanted to help her tie the two straps.