not a monster

Chapter 100: You Are Old, I'm Not Old
"I have no clue, and I don't know where to start."

The masked man said helplessly, and then carried the half of the duck into the kitchen. When he came out, he took a sunflower fan and sat with her in the yard.

He said that he didn't know when the tree would be as tall as a tree, and he said that it would be beautiful when it was full of flowers next year. When I came back, I saw that there were melons on the street, but now the melons are not sweet enough, so I bought two in a month and a half.

Wang Xilou sewed the needle and thread, stitch by stitch, to sew the fabric in his hand.

All are excellent fabrics.

The man fell asleep without realizing it, and after a sleepy afternoon, she raised her head and glanced at the man lying quietly on the reclining chair.

There is a gap where the mask fits her face, and she can see a little bit through the gap, and she can lift the mask whenever she wants.

But she just repeated the movements in her hands, still just stitching the clothes for the two of them in autumn, still unwilling to make changes.

For fear of breaking this peace, it seems that it can go on like this forever.

After sleeping for only half an hour, he woke up again.

"If you go on like this, you won't survive the spring equinox next year." She said calmly.

The masked man scratched his head: "Do you count...care about me?"

"If you say yes, then it is."

"You can finally take care of me before you die, I'm still very happy."

Seeing his heartless appearance, Wang Xilou was a little angry, "Go find that person."

"She's not a person, but maybe it's a part of someone. She asked me to find her, but if she doesn't want to appear, I can't find her no matter what."

She looked calm, "Are you really going to give up? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Afraid..."

He looked at the emaciated woman sitting there: "But I'm more afraid that you will be sad, so don't worry about me."

Wang Xilou stared at him in a daze, the hand under the cloth was holding the cloth tightly, looking up at him as he walked out the door.

She had a hunch that this person might never come back after leaving this door like this.

He is such an inexplicable person, he has always been serious.

Do you want to die alone in a no-man's corner and don't want to trouble yourself again?How much have you troubled her?Can this be said that nothing happened as soon as it was gone?
"Hey! Where are you going?" Wang Xilou quickly got up and asked.

There was panic in his voice that he couldn't notice.

Has been calm and disturbed.

"Ah? Aunt Su's pigpen broke down. She asked me to fix it this morning. Do you want to go too?"

She gritted her teeth and said softly, "I won't say that in the future."

Feng Wuli smiled and said yes, and the two were reconciled.

Although it wasn't a quarrel just now.

He wears a mask, his gray hair can be said to be juvenile white, and his clothes are long-sleeved. Outsiders cannot clearly perceive his age.

But Wang Xilou, who gets along day and night, knows that it is only August and September, and his body has already aged to 60 or [-] years old.

It's just that the two of them don't mention what will happen in a year.

But I cherish this day-to-day relationship even more.

Wang Xilou had more time to laugh at him.

There will also be some girls' actions, sometimes they don't look very smart, and Feng Wuli can't tell whether it is 500 years ago or 500 years later.

Wang Xilou didn't know what the relationship between the two was, but he would feel very comfortable staying with him.

Her heart became more and more anxious, and the smile on her face became more and more prosperous. She couldn't let the other party realize her mood.

She didn't even know what it was like.

Wang Xilou suggested that when he goes out, he should also go out and have a look, and see what he usually does.

Wherever the masked man goes, a fairy-like woman will follow behind him.

He smiled and said, "I followed you six months ago, but you will follow me six months later."

When Wang Xilou heard this, the embroidered shoes kicked his calf.

She watched how he got along with his neighbors, how he treated everyone around him gently, with warmth like a glow on his body.

It's great, if she can become a person like him, it would be great.

Feng Wuli turned his head, Wang Xilou was looking at him quietly, and when he saw him look over, he smiled lightly at him.

The two returned with each other, and the summer cicadas ended in the autumn wind.

Wang Xilou thought that maybe she would accompany him through the last part of the road like this.

Even if he is reluctant, he can only do this, watching him grow old day by day.

She looked at his back and gradually learned his appearance.

A few days ago, that person went to the Sitianjian to receive a reward, and went alone to destroy a bandit.

She had reason to say that she would be by his side only to see how he worked and how to deal with people, but she had no reason to say that she would follow him to see how he eliminated demons.

It stands to reason that four days is enough for the other party to go back and forth.

But she waited for more than half a month.

Wang Xilou, who could no longer sit still, put on a bamboo hat and went to the cultivator's market to check for news.

"Have you heard? That great practitioner, Wang Zong, was killed by the enemy!"

"Isn't it? If it wasn't for an immortal, who would be able to take her down?"

"I heard that it was Lord Zaojun who took action, and under the fire of the stove, it burned into fly ash."

"Are you sure it's me?"

"You can't see your face with a mask on, but the two spirit entanglements can't be wrong, and if someone recognizes the spirit on the other side, it's Wang Zong himself!"

"pat"

A girl on the side of the road stared blankly at the fruits and vegetables she had dropped on the ground. She rolled her wheels to the side of the street and was crushed by a passing carriage, shooting out red juice.

Chef!

On that day along the Xiang River, there was a heavy snowfall in September. The heavy snow blew all the way to the north, the rivers froze along the way, and the mountains changed color.

Wang Xilou's heart felt like colic. It turned out that there was something more painful than the betrayal at the beginning.

She didn't dare to show any expression on her face, she could only numb herself with a cold face, and went all the way north, towards the direction of the kitchen master,

But when he was passing through a forest full of lava, he felt a familiar spirit, looked down, and a masked man with a tattered body climbed out from the ground.

Feng Wuli felt that his whole body would be scorched. If it wasn't for his massive spiritual power, he would have almost been burned to death by that old man, Zaojun, if he had not pushed his bones with all his strength.

It's really crazy, saying that I owe someone a favor, and I have to kill myself.

Even if you admit the wrong person, why do you owe favor, he will die.

Immortals wouldn't be reasonable.

As soon as he got out of the ground and looked at the mountain fire, his waist was sore and his legs hurt, and he didn't have time to distinguish the east, west, north and south.

A man fell from the sky and hugged him tightly.

Then he began to cry aloud, crying without hesitation, as if all the grievances of more than 300 years had been released.

This is the first time Feng Wuli has seen Wang Xilou cry.

He also hugged the thin woman's back, patted it, and comforted: "I'm not dead yet?"

Wang Xilou didn't listen to him, he just kept crying, crying so aggrieved, how could he still look cold.

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