not a monster

The autumn wind is really cold tonight, Feng Wuli is wearing thin clothes, just stayed outside for more than an hour, feeling that his spiritual energy is being consumed rapidly.

Almost catching up with his own recovery speed.

In the mountain forest where ghosts are crying and wolves are howling, a flashlight in the village illuminates the road, the clothes on the boy's body are rattling against his skin, and his black hair is also flying.

Back in front of the house, the rusty iron door made the sound of dry branches, and the door closed with a slap, and the outside wind went away in an instant.

It wasn't too warm inside the house, but he took a long breath, like an Eskimo returning to the igloo after hunting on the ice field, surrounded by the autumn wind far away from the warmth, overflowing with happiness.

It was only past eleven o'clock, and when he returned to his room, Wang Xilou had already fallen asleep, wrapped in a quilt and curled up against the wall, his face exposed, breathing peacefully.

It seems that blowing the wind tonight has consumed a lot of her, and she is also extremely tired.

Feng Wuli leaned over, sticking very close, nose to nose, to determine if it was pretending to sleep or really sleeping.

If she is awake, let her go back to her cousin's room to sleep.

This bed is very small, just a little bigger than the kind of wooden bed in the dormitory, and it is still too crowded for two people.

The result couldn't be judged, probably it was really sleeping.

He scratched his head and sighed silently.

I yawned and didn't go out, so I changed my clothes here.

A hand stretched out from under the shadow, and handed him pajamas and pajama pants. There was a rustle in the room, the jacket was thrown to the side of the chair, and the pants fell off with a clatter. He lifted one foot and put on the same style as Wang Xilou. silk pajama pants.

After he changed, he turned around and took a look.

Covered by the quilt, someone with his head huddled in the corner was exposed, looking straight at him with dripping eyes.

"..."

"You go to sleep with my cousin. I slept in this bed when I was a child. It's too crowded for two people. I rushed to the partridge room for those two practitioners."

Wang Xilou didn't speak, but just stared at him.

like a cat.

The sound of the wind in the mountains and forests outside is whistling, mournful and endless, and the frost is deep and destroys the grass and trees. Wandering hundreds of miles away, suddenly approaching Chi Chi.

The wind feels unreasonable to hear.

In the partridge room, more than twenty people squatted by the wall, shrinking their necks listening to the wind.

The lamp hanging from a single thread on the top swayed with the tiled roof that was lifted a little by the wind from time to time.

As soon as the lamp flickered, the figures below were confused, just like the ghosts in a cave gathered around the bonfire, and the shadows danced on the wall.

No one dared to cultivate, most feared that after mobilizing the strength of the practitioner, the wind would not recognize the smoke and fire in this room.

There will be no shelter at that time.

The descendant of Lubanshu stood up and limped over under the eyes of everyone. His Lubanshu is called Queyi, and it is normal to be disabled, but no one thinks he is lame and looks down on him.

He got up and patted a beam, the tiled roof suddenly stopped shaking and became more stable, and no wind came in.

"It's awesome!"

"Amazing, lame!"

"666."

The cripple smiled and cupped his hands, making concessions.

There were a lot of people, and several practitioners had feuds. Once the cripple came out, the somewhat stagnant atmosphere in the room eased up.

The man in the suit breathed out: "It's really fortunate that I met that kind villager who borrowed our house for one night."

"Hey, I said, this grievance is a matter between us practitioners, don't involve other villagers."

"Amitabha."

The girl from Miaojiang hugged her knees and smiled innocently: "That little boy is quite iconic."

The people on the side said disdainfully: "Come on, can you really look up to an ordinary person like him? What will he do when you leave? Don't harm others."

"I'll just say it!"

There were also those who spoke rudely, disdaining to let an ordinary person rescue them, and even belittled the boy who picked them up one by one with a flashlight just now.

"One more word, I will kill you with one sword."

The student girl in high school uniform spoke coldly, but the man didn't dare to say anything more. This crazy woman is not easy to provoke, but his face is still not good-looking.

That yellow hair is also the master of restlessness, and it is there to stir the fire.

"Hey, what the elder brother said is right. We don't care about this house. Whoever borrows fireworks from other people's house to avoid evil spirits in this house tonight is a garbage cultivator!"

"Look at me, I'll admit it first, I'm a rubbish practitioner!"

Everyone looked at the person just now.

The eldest brother who threatened to look down on ordinary people turned black.

The sound of the whining wind suddenly rose, as if some life-threatening soul was patrolling over the mountain village, and everyone kept silent for fear of being discovered by the evil wind.

They all squatted with their knees tucked together, like an anti-pornography scene, or sitting in a row like a kindergarten, grateful for the kind villager who lent their house.

Really simple and kind, what a child.

As for those who are shameless, it doesn't matter. I know that those who are in trouble tonight are also in trouble. Anyway, the villager brother certainly doesn't know them, and he doesn't know that they are the future of practitioners from various sects and sects.

Nobody knows is tantamount to nothing.

Many people even fantasize that they are masters who have traveled here, like Sun Dasheng in Journey to the West who came to Heifengzhai to ask old farmers to stay overnight, and they still have a dark feeling of Qianlong going to the south of the Yangtze River. The monsters are coming, and when the time comes, show off your skills to favor the kind villagers, and show your holiness in front of the little people, and then the other party regrets how they let the tall people live in the partridge house, so I act like a tall guy, shaking my head and saying yes The shabby room, but my virtue, I don't mind it or not, look, I have both face and face.

Fantasy, not shabby.

As soon as the wind got louder, the 28 people were frightened again.

……

Feng Wuli swallowed, "Then I went to sleep in my cousin's room?"

There wasn't enough room just now, and it was justified to sleep in one room, but now that there is vacancy there, there is no reason to continue to sleep in this room.

"Come and sleep." There was no doubt in his tone.

Master's order is hard to break.

Feng moved over unreasonably, lifted the corner of the quilt and slipped in, feeling very up and down, the quilt was warm and fragrant, the bed was small, and when she got up, it was next to Wang Xilou's waist, so she stuck it up again.

He slept in the morning, and now he is refreshed, so he leaned against the bedside and took out his mobile phone to play for a while

"Why are you making such a big move? It's all in the wind." She complained, lying on him and tucking him in.

The little apprentice didn't dare to say anything.

It still feels a little exciting.

Oh, why did he just sleep on the same bed with the master, how bad it is, the master he respects so much is now like a big girl, with a jade body lying next to him.

He is not such a person!
Feng looked at the phone unreasonably.

Glancing at the person next to her, the little girl raised her head and looked at herself slyly, with a pair of eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the little apprentice couldn't stand it anymore.

He wanted to stay away, a leg under the quilt hooked his calf, his soft and cool little feet stepped on his instep, his two toes still clamped his thumb, and another slender hand stretched out on his stomach to outline his belly Muscle, fingers are greasy.

Feng Wuli coughed dryly, stretched out a hand under the quilt, pushed away the demonic plain hand, stretched it out after pushing it away, and repeated several times.

Everything that happened under the quilt seemed to have nothing to do with her, the little zombie just looked up at him, smiling a little silly.

In order to hide the embarrassment after the physical reaction, he changed to lying on his side, with his back to her and his face outside.

She was dissatisfied, and patted him on the back: "Hey, you face Master."

"Why aren't you sleeping?" His voice was muffled.

"What are you looking at your phone for?"

"Look at the cultivator's forum. It's very interesting. Those cultivators who came to find the fairy trail now all say how good the environment in the mountain is, and how comfortable they are."

"Isn't it?"

"I just picked up 28 young masters of the famous family and loose cultivators, and put them all in the partridge room."

"Pfft."

Wang Xilou also got up a little bit, resting his chin on Feng Wuli's shoulder, watching him play with his mobile phone and browse the forum.

Feng Wuli felt the skin sticking together, the black hair falling like a waterfall on his neck was a little itchy, and there was a small hand pinching his muscles to play.

Wang Xilou grinned, seeing that the little apprentice's ears were a little red, but he didn't reveal it, watching him play with his mobile phone.

Looking at her, I feel a little sleepy, and my eyelids are fighting, but I really like the current atmosphere. There seems to be a popular saying now, which seems to be called a love brain, and it seems to be talking about people like myself, but she really Only when you feel the person you love can you feel alive.

The wind is whistling outside, the quilt is so warm, there are only two of them in the room, the tip of their nose is full of each other's smell, taking a breath is very reassuring, she is so happy now, so happy that it feels unreal, the self-protection mechanism in her brain reminds her of Those lonely days of endless waiting, trying to balance, but it can only make Wang Xilou think more and more, this person is too good, how can she meet such a good person, woo woo, let her go now I want to die.

Why do you still look at that broken phone? Does it look as good as her?

"Don't touch your hands randomly." Feng Wuli dissatisfied and whispered.

"You head towards the master."

"You don't listen, do you?"

"The wind is unreasonable!?"

"Take care of Master, Master is very embarrassing."

The wind is unreasonable and silent.

Her hand continued to be a monster, and he didn't care about pinching his abdominal muscles, but it just turned down.

Feng Wuli: "??"

Turning her head to look at her, what happened under the quilt has nothing to do with her, she leaned her chin on his arm and watched him play with his mobile phone, and said to let him play the game of drawing cards, and watched him play a few times, in which the thing called Shikigami drew It's very nice.

The little hand under the quilt just stopped on his trousers, and didn't continue to go down. Feng Wurea hesitated to speak, and didn't say anything.

"You're talking about Onmyoji, right? Last year, Liu Xiaoxiao pulled me to play. I drew two SSRs at the beginning of the game, and she unloaded them after playing for a month without getting anything. I think it's pretty good. Be a card player."

"SSR?"

"A very rare card, this is a card game."

"Onmyoji, I seem to have heard of it, from Dongpu, right?"

"Have you met?"

"No, I heard someone say it before, and that person seems to look down on practitioners of that school."

The two fingers were twisting the rubber band of the trousers, lifting it from time to time, and then putting it down again. The bare hands that were so close to the vitals made him feel insecure. .

Wang Xilou blushed and dared not play anymore.

After a while, she seemed to get used to the embarrassment, she did not give up and made a comeback, and said to herself in a low voice:

"Master will check for you."

There was almost a fight under the quilt.

Outside is the cold autumn wind, the quilt inside the house is full of spring, and the quilt is warm and scalding.

After a long time, Feng Wuli choked out such a sentence: "This is not good."

"Ham, it's not like Master has never seen it before. He even gave you a bath when you were five years old."

"It was you who broke in without authorization and insisted on rushing to wash it for me."

"...Hey, sleep and sleep." She turned her back, her face was already flushed.

After a while, the person behind also turned towards her, stretched out one arm under her neck, and hugged her with the other arm, the little zombie pursed his lips, and curled up his ten toes. relax.

Here ten years ago, she picked up a little guy who was as high as her ass, and ten years later, it was also here, that little guy who held her hand and asked her about various things could hug her like a child .

She shrank back to a comfortable position, pretending to be calm and said: "It's quite windy outside, and the humming can't stop."

"Can a zombie do that?"

"...Look, who do you look down on?"

"This kind of subject matter is all about novelty."

"Ok?"

"No, go to sleep, this topic is over."

"..." That's it for tonight?The little zombie was a little reconciled.

After about a minute, the person behind said gently:
"It's only been more than a month since I retrieved those memories. I know that you are anxious because of uneasiness, worry, fear of losing, and too many other emotions. Although they are all out of love for me, I think there should be A purer reason, when there's nothing to worry about, when you know I'll always be there."

"..."

She lowered her head, and her hair was scattered on her face to prevent him from seeing her expression at this moment—biting her lips tightly.

After a while, she said:

"Put away the young hero's sword."

"..."

This time it was Feng Wuli's turn to be speechless, seeing how this matter was done, the words just now lost their convincing power in an instant.

The little zombie turned over, and the two faced each other, that face in the dark night was the most stunning.

In the dark of night, someone came up to him, bit his lips hard, and then lightly hammered his chest.

There is always an illusion in the little zombie's heart, such a close embrace seems to never be separated.

She didn't care about anything but the person in front of her.

Blinking eyes, giggling: "Good night."

"Good night, Master."

"...Don't call me master now."

"Good night, West Building."

"It's even weirder to call names."

"Master, good night."

"Can't you just say goodnight?"

"No."

"..."

Something blocked Feng Wuli's mouth. Slowly, she began to act like a monster and became restless. How could this kind of thing be a disadvantage to boys.

Until he gradually felt that the other party was in a hurry, Feng Wuli knew that he should not go too far, and slowly withdrew his strength, otherwise the little zombie would lose face.

She asked viciously, "Can I say it?"

"Good night."

Victory for the little zombies.