The wind is unreasonable, and his face is a little burning.

This morning was beautiful but chaotic, and he should have found a place to think about life, life, the meaning of being alive, or he should have hugged the little zombie and said something sweet.

But now standing here.

Before he had time to reminisce, feel guilty, and look forward to it, he was already standing here, but the picture of the little zombie wiping his white hands with a tissue just now lingered in his mind, and the whole morning became a mess like the crumpled paper towel, and even the emotions became fragmented.

It was only in the sound of the rushing water, as well as the conversation between Wang Xilou and the little fox, that he realized.

They've just done something bad.

As if sensing his gaze, the little zombie turned his head and scratched him, and he immediately shut up.

I'm ready to go back to my room and pack my schoolbag and go back to school.

"Wang Xilou, you have become taller again."

"Ha, in the eyes of your monsters, am I just getting taller and shorter?"

"No, I thought you were weird two days ago."

"What's wrong?"

"What's the blame...... For example, the day before yesterday, Lord Feng Unreasonable went to school, and you cried and made trouble to find him, but you refused to pull you, crying so much, and Lord Feng Unreasonable had to follow wherever he went, and kept clamoring for Lord Feng Unreasonable to hug."

「…… Don't talk about it."

Feng Wuli and Xiao Xilou have been sleeping in the West Building room of the king these days, and his room is for Luo Nu and Ye Ji to sleep in, of course, Lu Nu stayed in his shadow for more time, but he went back to sleep last night.

When the slave and the night queen also came out, the night girl was actually in human form, and the two kept complaining about each other's movements last night.

Feng Wuli can probably judge from the conversation between the two that it was too cold last night, and the slave and the night girl hugged and slept together, and then neither of them was an honest lord.

"Slave, it's better for you to send Wanwan to school."

"Why, didn't Wang Xilou change back?" The slave blinked.

"It's cold, and it takes a lot of spiritual power for her to drive out, so I'm sorry for you."

The slave obediently agreed, and Yahime turned into a kitten, yawned silently, jumped on the balcony to bask in the sun, and looked at the pedestrians below, her tail wagging in the air, and her eyes shining.

After brushing her teeth, she went back to the room and took a bottle of Wangzi milk, plugged in the straw and squinted her eyes and drank it, looking like a judge in a music variety show met a favorite contestant and began to act, with her tail cocked behind her and her ears erected high.

Then he squinted and wagged his tail happily.

Got grabbed by the tail while walking past someone.

Wanwan hugged Wangzai's milk and became angry, and when she saw that the wind was unreasonable, she looked like she was angry, and she took her tail to the front aggrievedly, holding her tail to prevent it from shaking, and not letting the wind catch it unreasonably to play.

Feng looked at a few people unreasonably, and went downstairs with his schoolbag on his back.

Behind him, the two Wang Xilou were arguing.

"Why do you wash your hands all the time?"

"I advise you not to ask."

"You're holding your hand?"

Wang Xilou turned his head to look at her, and the slave looked back with an innocent face.

The two of them were like looking in the mirror, but one was slightly cool, the other was so bloated that he couldn't even see his neck.

"Can you please stop saying such disgusting things in my face."

「…… Dressed like a rice dumpling."

In order not to let her feet get too dirty, she kept coming in on tiptoes, hugged Wang Xilou from behind, and felt that she had hugged a bear that had hoarded fat for the winter, and it was soft and comfortable to hold.

Wang Xilou struggled a little because of his inconvenience: "Don't hold me...... Go change your clothes and get ready to go."

"Okay, Wanwan will go."

"I'll send Wanwan there, you're so afraid of the cold."

"Eh, don't hold me, I'm dead in clothes, and you're still holding me."

"Hey

Hey, here comes the frozen orange!"

"Shhh Get your hands out! Ice is dead!" The little zombie voice is particularly anxious.

The cat on the balcony barked, and the teenager downstairs on his bicycle looked up.

In the early morning, the light fog lifted, and the balconies were planted with garlic sprouts, green onions, and evergreens, and half of the roses climbing on the railings were half withered.

It was full of clothes from several people, and the younger the boy's clothes grew, the bigger the clothes hung on them, but Wang Xilou's clothes never changed.

The small light blue garden uniform in kindergarten, the red scarf in elementary school, the school uniform in junior high school is already bigger than Wang Xilou's clothes, and the high school jersey can be worn as a skirt for Wang Xilou, and next to it is her oil-stained apron, old-fashioned jacket, white vest like rags, and old lady's pants and underwear that are not reminiscent of a flower girl at all.

It was like that twelve years ago, and it's still like this twelve years later.

The wind is unreasonable and can't be sure whether there will be a suit for the clothes hanging there in the future, but it is certain that the dirty, ugly and old clothes of the woman next to the suit will still not change.

The black cat's fluff is gilded in the cold sun, and if you listen carefully to the living room behind the kitten, it sounds like someone is arguing with herself, which is very lively.

Feng looked at the black cat on the balcony and smiled.

When the granddaughter of a family surnamed Zhao saw him, she just wanted to say hello, but she saw this young man talking to the balcony from a distance, smiling and not knowing what to say, and she couldn't hear it clearly when the wind was too loud.

Zhao Zhen looked up suspiciously and was shaken by the bright golden morning light, raised his head to block, after his eyes adapted to the sun, he saw the cat on the balcony, and snickered in his heart.

Brother Rie was talking to his cat again.

When Luo Nu and Wanwan also went out, Wang Xilou felt that it was still not warm enough after brushing his teeth and washing his face, so he went back to the room to add a few pieces, and finally put on a long down with a hood, and also wore ugly cotton fingerless gloves on his hands.

After putting on a hat and a bloated outfit, the delicate face looks very small, like those Eskimos on TV.

"The quilts are all in the wrong place, this quilt is hard and not warm at all, didn't you say that you bought a new set of quilts in the autumn?"

The fat zombie entered the room of Feng Wuli, sighed helplessly, and began to change his bed with a new set of quilts.

"Hey, how did the chain of this quilt break, how did this person get into the quilt."

Wang Xilou was a little distressed.

In the past few days, the housework has not been done, the house is messy, and the stupid cat's cat kennel has not been washed for a long time, and in a few days it will be colder, and she will not want to move.

Yeji stood on the balcony, watching Wang Xilou, who became particularly fat every winter, busy with his work.

After watching for a while, she jumped down and followed Wang Xilou's side.

"What are you doing here?" Wang Xilou glanced down at her.

"We want a piece of clothing."

"What do you want clothes for?" Wang Xilou's face was stunned, and he didn't know what kind of demon this little guy was going to be.

She looked angry: "I was in the park the day before yesterday, and I saw that other cats had clothes to wear, they."

"You're not a cat."

"You're not!"

"Of course I'm not." Wang Xilou is happy.

Yeji was very angry, bared her teeth, and then splashed and rolled, or rushed over to hug Wang Xilou's feet and neck, insisting that Wang Xilou buy her small clothes, and constantly carried out volume attacks.

"A little bit later, I'll mop this side first."

Yahime got up, stepped aside gracefully, and started rolling again.

The light without temperature spilled in from the balcony, and when Yahime was tired from rolling, she took a break and rolled on the ground.

Wang Xilou finished mopping the floor, washed the mop and took it back to the balcony, she stood on the balcony for a while, the morning breeze blew her face very hard, now there are few people on the street in the season, and there are hard students to go back to school against the cold wind.

Sitting comfortably on the sofa, because she was dressed too thick like a bear, she looked at the clean and tidy house, and her mood was also comfortable.

Yahime came to her feet, ready to start rolling around.

"Let's go, I'm going to buy you little clothes."

The black cat glanced up at her.

Sure enough, he gave in to my generation.

"We want to look good in those little clothes."

"I don't know where there is a pet store nearby."

"We know!"

"By the way, go buy a new duvet cover."

Wang Xilou put on his shoes, got up and went downstairs with his pocket, and a black cat followed closely behind him.

"I forgot to get my mask." Wang Xilou turned back again, took a mask and put it on.

After weighing the pros and cons, since the slave did not plan to have another identity, Wang Xilou's identity was shared by the two, and it was inconvenient for her to go out so blatantly as soon as she went out, so as to avoid being seen by acquaintances.

The door of the incense and candle shop was closed.

"It's cold outside." Wang Xilou wore so thick that it was broken.

Ye Ji walked in front, glanced back at Wang Xilou from time to time, and motioned for her to hurry up and follow.

The people on the side of the road looked at such a spiritual kitten and were amazed.

One person and one cat have a clear goal, one wants to buy the cat's small clothes, and the other wants to buy a quilt cover.

Then soon at the farmer's market, I suddenly found that today is a street market, which is much more lively than usual.

A person and a cat frequently stop in front of roadside stalls such as recycling old banknotes, opening mussels and taking pearls, selling plastic pots, and selling soybean milk machines.

Those people can speak well, and every time Wang Xilou finished buying vegetables, she couldn't help but stand aside and listen to them blow for a while, and she always listened very carefully, with eight hundred years of wisdom to examine these marketing methods.

There are also a lot of people under the shed that sells the soymilk machine, all of them are middle-aged aunts.

She hugged her arms, waiting for something.

Finally, it's time for the tasting.

The little zombie squeezed over, took a paper cup, and said loudly with a very thick skin, "I'll see if it's what you say."

How fresh, it seems that I really want to buy a soymilk machine.

The middle-aged boss glanced at the girl who was dressed very bloated, and she was still wearing a mask, but she was still very young between her eyebrows, and this age group was generally not their customers, but she still poured her a glass.

Wang Xilou took a cup, took off his mask, took a sip, and nodded.

Drink as you go.

"Divide me a little bit."

The black cat next to him meowed, and its tail was raised high.

In the past, there was a kind of lecture on which people listened to lectures and lectures by aunts and uncles below, and after the lectures, two eggs or some gifts would be distributed.

Wang Xilou will listen to every show, but unfortunately it has not been in the past few years.

She felt the pocket of her down jacket, there was not much money in it, and she felt that the wind was even colder.

In autumn and winter, the sky darkens quickly, and the sky is monotonous, there will be no all kinds of beautiful xia, only the endless wind and black sky.

Playing hot pot tonight, the wind is unreasonable and will be up early when I get home.

It's cold, and you won't eat in the yard anymore.

As soon as I went upstairs, I closed the door, and the cold wind outside the house disappeared.

The lights in the house were warm and bright, the pots in the living room were billowing with white smoke, and when there was no wind in the house, the white smoke was straight up, and the TV was on, but no one was watching.

The slave came over to help him take off his school bag: "It's so cold outside, it must be cold when you ride all the way back, look at your hands...... Hey, why are your hands so hot?"

The slave frowned, she couldn't use the words she had thought of, and she wanted to cover his hands to warm his hands.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Feng unreasonably pinched the slave's little hand, rubbed it, and found that it was still cold, so he grabbed her hand and stretched it to her mouth, and sighed.

Then he grabbed her two hands and rubbed them, covered them to warm her, and asked with a smile, "Is it warm at all?"

The slave kept looking at him in amazement.

"Do you feel any warmer?" He asked again.

"Huh? Yes, warm

It's warm."

The slave didn't dare to look at his eyes, and his face was slightly red.

"Why is your face red?"

Don't look at it.

After don't go over, he looked back, gritted his teeth, stood on tiptoe and closed his eyes to kiss the wind and reasonably, turning into a black shadow and returning to his feet.

Feng unreasonably discovered that the slave also inherited Wang Xilou's high attack and low defense.

Is this shy?

Wang Xilou has helped him today, and she is still in Makabaka.

"Two over there, come over for dinner!" Wang Xilou, who had divided the dishes and chopsticks in the living room, shouted, and when he saw that the slave was gone, he asked suspiciously, "Where is she?"

"Back in the shadows."

"Forget it, leave her alone, she's nervous all day long."

During the meal, the little zombie took off her clothes one by one, leaving only a black close-fitting sweater, which perfectly outlined her curves.

After dinner, she was ready to wear them back one by one.

Wanwan washed the dishes and went back to the room to write homework.

Feng Wuli sat on the sofa horizontally on the screen of her mobile phone, looking at her while blacking out with her classmates, the clothes she took off and put on the sofa were piled up into a small mountain, and she couldn't help but say, "You don't have to wear so much, right?"

"Save some spiritual energy."

The little zombie sits cross-legged on the couch, picking up a piece of clothing and preparing to put it on his head, and his feet are wearing cute plush socks.

"Do you want to go for a walk?"

"It's cold, the northwest wind is blowing, it's so cold everywhere, where can I go."

When she said this, she had a bit of a girl's snort, very light, maybe she didn't notice it herself, but she did, and her words seemed to be reluctant, in fact, it was more like waiting for the wind to answer where to go for a walk.

She would never refuse all the requests of her little apprentice.

But the man said, "Yes."

He just didn't have anything to say, and he didn't hear the little zombie layer at all.

"......" Wang Xilou was a little helpless.

Why do you like this elm pimple, forget it, I raised it myself, it's like this.

She got dressed and became bloated again, and looked at the wind unreasonably watching TV next to her, grabbed him by the arm and pressed him against the couch with her weight.

"Master, isn't it getting heavy now, hehe, can't get up?"

She said with a condescending smile, wearing a lot of clothes, looking very strong, with a feather hood on her head, and her hair hanging down from both sides, with the peculiar smell of little zombies.

She smiled, Feng Unreasonable couldn't help but laugh, how could this person be so naïve at such an age.

"Get up, I'll watch TV."

"Okay, that's the way you talk to Master?"

"Don't be naïve."

"Okay, you dare to say that Master is naïve!"

The little zombie stared at him: "Today I want to revive the master's outline, quickly say that the apprentice knows that he is wrong, spare the apprentice!"

"What if I don't say it?"

"Don't say it? Don't say that Master has been pressing you like this all night, say it quickly."

Suddenly, the little zombie felt that the people under him were silently exerting force.

Obviously, she had suppressed the other party's strength, and the little apprentice couldn't get up no matter how strong he was, but she still vaguely sensed that it was difficult to suppress.

Why did he get so strong?

A trace of panic flashed in Wang Xilou's heart.

She's very shameless.

Don't get up!

She gritted her teeth.

But the manpower underneath is slowly and steadily increasing.

On the sofa, the two of them were originally like this: Huh

Slowly became like this: from

In the end, it became like this: Huh

It's just that the identities of the upper and lower two have changed.

Wang Xilou: "??"

How she lay down.

What just happened?

Her hands were grabbed by the wrists

, pressed on the top of his head, the clothes are too thick, the hood is stupid and big, it looks like the face is small and cute, and the little zombie looks at the person who easily subdues him with a confused expression.

Wang Xilou blinked.

Feng Wuli smiled condescendingly and said, "Quickly say that the master knows that he is wrong, spare the master."

Wang Xilou: "??"