not a monster

Chapter 102 The Return
"Don't feel bad, wait a little longer, you may have to wait for a while, I will come back to accompany you."

Now that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, he has no scruples and says something that sounds like a godsend.

Wang Xilou couldn't understand, he only thought that he was at the end, and he still liked to say some inconspicuous words.

This guy just likes to tell some fantastic jokes all the time.

She smiled and said, "I will plant woody flowers in the yard, and the fragrance will be fragrant from ten miles away. If you look for the fragrance of flowers, you will know where your home is."

"I want to come back by myself, won't you pick me up?"

"You're so lazy, you want me to pick you up."

"Don't trouble Mr. Stove, you are no match for a fairy."

"If I can't beat him, I'm going to kick him out!"

"It's a pity that I have been busy for a whole year, and after so long tidying up, I thought I could see the flowers blooming in this yard."

"I take good care of these flowers every year, and you can see them bloom when you come back."

"Can you do it alone? Clumsy."

She glared at this guy angrily, it was the last one, and she wanted to hurt herself, it was really beating.

Tears flowed quietly on her face, but Wang Xilou didn't seem to feel it at all, only felt that the hand she was holding was getting colder and colder, and she panicked.

The man took off the mask.

put it on her face.

"I don't really want to see Wang Xilou crying." He said with a smile.

Through the two pupils of the mask, she saw a young man's face, wearing the strange clothes when they first met, with a handsome smile.

"Sing me a tune," he said.

Not long after, a soft humming sounded in the yard.

That's nice to hear.

It's a pity that with a crying voice, few words are in tune.

"It's terrible to sing."

"Ask for a fight."

He turned into fireflies all over the sky, and disappeared between the sky and the earth together with the mask on her face.

The yard was empty.

Only then did Wang Xilou realize that the house was so deserted.

She was in a daze for a long, long time, and then as if nothing happened, she swept the floor of the house, went to dry the clothes, and filled the rice tank after drying the clothes. It was finished quickly, and at noon she brought out all the meals, looking at the bowls and chopsticks on the opposite side of the table.

"Why did I still have two bowls of rice..."

She wanted to laugh at herself for being confused, but she was already crying.

After a few days, everyone nearby knew that the man in the Wang family who always wore a mask had passed away.

Wang Xilou was dressed in white, paper money was floating in front of the door, Butou Yang, Mrs. Shang, and the neighbors sighed, but Wang Xilou just smiled and expressed his gratitude to everyone who came to mourn.

She said that the man didn't like her being cold, and she didn't like to see her cry, so it's better to smile more.

Since then, that florist has stopped selling flowers and sold incense candles instead.

The flowers in the yard can't be sold. When he comes back, let him see if he can take care of them by himself.

Can't be underestimated, right?

"Why do you like talking nonsense like him?"

She likes to listen to opera, and also likes to sing by herself, not to mention it's kind of like that.

The vernal equinox is coming again, and the spring rain is like crisp.

This Jiangnan is full of traces of him.

The flowers in the yard are blooming, and the rain hits the petals and falls into the soil.

More than 100 years later, Wang Xilou cultivated the seventh shadow and went to Zao Jun's territory.

The battle lasted for more than half a month, and half of the mountains were ice and snow, and half were lava.

Zao Jun's fairy mansion was also destroyed into ruins, and countless precious things were destroyed.

In the end, Wang Xilou lost to the enemy, was seriously injured and fled, Zao Jun was wronged, and he didn't want to continue to die.

In fact, he was also injured in that battle, and it was not light.

This is the first time that a mortal dared to challenge the immortal, made such a big noise, and managed to retreat in the end.

The first battle of Wang Xilou completely became famous, and everyone in the world knows that there is a terrible dead man living by the Xiangjiang River.

She doesn't ask about common matters, and runs a incense and candle shop.

When someone asked her why she had been staying by the Xiangjiang River, she said she was waiting for someone.

Hundreds of years have passed, the door of immortality failed, and the story of the invincible great practitioner under the immortal came to an end.

"Want to be my apprentice?"

In that small mountain village, she said to a child with a smile.

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Junsha, the modern city is very noisy at night, unless there is a strong wind, there will be no stars in the sky.

Feng Wuli was stunned in the yard for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was back.

He almost closed his eyes over there, and when he opened them again, he returned to 500 years later, and even the seat did not change.

Appeared directly in the yard.

He was still wearing the clothes from before he went back to the past, not the winter clothes Wang Xilou made for him.

The lights on the second floor were on, and after staying there for a year, he didn't turn around for a while, thinking about it for a long time.

Then he lifted his foot and went back upstairs.

The TV was on and the light was on, but Wang Xilou was not seen watching TV on the sofa with his legs hugged. The living room was empty.

No one is empty.

So empty that he was a little flustered.

At this moment, there was the sound of running water in the toilet, and he turned his head to see that the little zombie came out with a ball in his head, holding a mop.

After seeing him, he was taken aback: "Are you back?"

"Just came back... Where are you mopping the floor?"

"Go and sit on one side with your feet tucked away."

"Oh."

Feng Wuli sat on the sofa, hugging her legs, watching the little zombie mopping the floor, the floor was so reflective, and the fan hanging from the top was whistling, she went to the toilet to wash the mop again, and came out while wiping her hands, watching He was still looking at himself blankly in a daze.

"Inexplicable."

Because the ground was wet, she was afraid of dirtying the ground, so she tiptoed to step a long distance, and finally jumped onto the sofa, and the wind sitting on the sofa bounced unreasonably.

This guy is still staring at himself?
"Is there something dirty on my face?"

The wind shook his head unreasonably.

"Then why are you staring at me?"

In the living room, there is only the sound of the TV and the fan. He always feels that he can hallucinate and hear the sounds of those things 500 years ago.

The two of them nestled on the sofa in front of the TV, and the ground that was mopped had an unpleasant wet smell. He passed a little, sat next to the little zombie, and turned his head to watch the TV.

"Three Lives Three Worlds Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms? Are you still watching this?"

"Don't switch channels."

"Is it nice to sing by the river tonight?"

"It's average, it's not as good as Master's singing."

"Excellent."

"What tone are you talking about?"

Got beat.

Did Wang Xilou know that he was from that time?Feng Wurea doesn't know.

Maybe you guessed it when you cultivated the ninth shadow and obtained the eternal calamity, or you knew it the first time you saw yourself.

No wonder he accepted himself as a disciple, no wonder he was reluctant to take You Huang away from him, no wonder he said that this place would be his home from now on.

"Wang Xilou, I'm back." He said.

Wang Xilou was taken aback, and said with a smile, "Didn't you come back a long time ago?"

"Nameless is gone, it's broken, and you can't get all nine shadows back."

Wang Xilou was silent for a while, and the two leaned together, watching TV quietly.

After about a long time, she smiled and said, "That's it, it's okay, as long as you're fine."

"The flowers in the yard are blooming beautifully."

"Call Master, listen?"

"Wang Xilou, Wangxilou, Wangxilou."

Another bump on the shoulder.

"It's still like this."

"You can't be gentle."

"Don't disturb Master watching TV."

Feng Wuli was speechless, took out his mobile phone and started playing, the wall clock on the wall was ticking, suddenly, the person next to him threw himself into his arms and hugged him.

"What are you doing..."

"Don't disturb Master watching TV."

She didn't speak, but hugged herself tightly, speaking with a trembling sound.

Feng Wuli patted her on the back lightly, and said gently: "I'm back, and I've been back a long time ago."

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In Nanshan Temple, the crisp sound of wooden fish is still beating.

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Why hasn't Wuli come to tell the little monk to go back?
　For the first time, I pressed a rhythm, starting, inheriting, turning, and combining, one word a day, and I finished writing in exactly four days.

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　　The story of Wang Xilou is probably like this. In fact, there have been foreshadowings of the grass snake gray line before. If there is a second brush, it will be an easter egg. The light in life is the shadow of each other. If family love is the most selfless and beautiful feeling, then they are family love. If love is the most selfless and beautiful feeling, then they are love and the most important thing to each other. of two people.

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(End of this chapter)