not a monster

Chapter 179 Can't Break the Little Zombie's Defense (Quick Look)
On the last day of November, the cold air came.

It was very cold tonight, the wind blew into the quilt unreasonably, remade the bed, and replaced the mat.

In the past, these were all done by Wang Xilou. When Feng Wuli did it himself, he realized how troublesome it was, and it wasn't difficult. It's just that these trivial things in life seem endless, and a steel bar will break if it is repeatedly broken.

But Wang Xilou has worked hard for more than ten years, as if he didn't feel hard work at all.

It's not that Feng Wuli didn't share the housework for her before, it's just that every time he picks up brooms, rags and the like, this woman rushes to snatch them away, and doesn't want him to do anything.

Really speechless.

The cold in the south is damp and cold, even inside the room there is a bone-chilling chill, the only place that is really warm is inside the quilt.

A certain little dumpling shivered, woke up in a daze, and found that he had fallen asleep outside the quilt without knowing when, no wonder his body was cold.

Xiao Xilou rubbed his eyes and looked blankly, the room was pitch black.

She slowly climbed to the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping face of the man fascinated, only a little outline could be seen in the night, but just seeing the outline made her feel at ease, she didn't know how to describe this feeling, Xiaoxi Lou just thought that it would be great if he could do this every day in the future.

These two days have been a wonderful experience for her, coming to a place like a fairyland.

One of the stories that the eldest brother told her tonight told Alice's sister to go to a fairyland, where there were talking rabbits, a terrible queen, and a Cheshire cat that always appeared suddenly.

It turned out to be a dream in the end, and it turned out to be a dream all along.

Xiao Xilou looked around blankly, the cold wind howled outside the window, there was no wind in this house, the room where she lived with her father and mother was very cold in winter, the quilt on the bed was hard and She is thin, but because of her father and mother, Xiaoxilou still feels very warm. Even when she hears the rubble being blown down by the wind, even if her feet are blue from the cold, she still feels very warm. That kind of warm mood, It is the mood that Xiaoxilou hears the wind outside the window and looks at the silhouette of the wind with an unreasonable sleeping face in front of him.

In the story of sister Alice, there is such a dialogue——

"because I like you"

When Alice first came to Wonderland, and when she was about to leave at last, she said to the Mad Hatter
"I like you"

The Mad Hatter asked her why

She said: "Because a crow looks like a writing desk"

The Mad Hatter asks, "Why does a crow look like a writing desk?"

Alice: "Because I like you"

Just as Alice was about to leave Wonderland, the Mad Hatter hurriedly asked
"Will you forget me?"

"No, because a crow is like a writing desk", Alice just left
"You will forget me." The Mad Hatter murmured as he looked at Alice's fading figure.

He knew that those who drank the forgetting potion would no longer regain their memories of the fairyland.

Xiaoxilou held his arm at that time, raised his head and asked, why is a crow like a writing desk?

The big brother beside him was leaning against the head of the bed, covered with a quilt, holding the book in his hand, squeezed her face and told her, because liking someone is like a crow like a writing desk, there is no reason.

She nodded at that time, but she didn't understand at all.

In the dark room, Xiao Xilou looked around the whole room, and finally looked at the man breathing calmly, she thought, it was like a dream.

Then if she wakes up, will she forget him, Xiao Xilou doesn't know.

Don't want to forget.

I don't want to wake up either.

She lifted a little bit of the quilt and got in, it was scorching hot inside.

Accidentally woke someone up.

There were whispers of voices in the quilt.

"Well, what are you doing?"

"Xilou wants to sleep on top of you..." Xiao Xilou said in a childish voice.

"It's so heavy, it's uncomfortable to sleep on my body."

"Comfortable." She lay face down on someone's chest in large letters, her head reaching up to Feng Wuli's chin.

"Is Xilou a clingy person? Why did you sleep on me?"

"Because crows are like writing desks."

Feng Wuli, who was sleepy and woke up, couldn't react for a moment: "Why is a crow like a writing desk?"

Xiao Xilou leaned over and poked Feng Wuli on the face: "Because Xilou likes you."

"...Sleep, sleep, little clingy."

"Xilou is a clingy girl." She said excitedly.

"Don't kick the quilt."

"Xilou is a good boy, he doesn't know how to kick the quilt."

"Good kids don't wet the bed."

Xiao Xilou uttered some meaningless syllables, probably trying to be cute and get away with it. Feng Wuli only thought it was too cute, so he pulled her tender and smooth face and told her to go to bed quickly.

"Xilou doesn't want to forget you."

"Then don't forget."

"Will you always remember the West Building?"

"Will do."

"Will do."

The next day, the sky was bright.

Feng Wuli felt a heavy weight lying on his body, which made his chest tight, his eyelids moved, and when he opened it, he saw a familiar face, looking down at him condescendingly, the face was very close , with hair loose on the sides.

He closed his eyes again, not bothering to pay attention.

"Why are you lying on me, you're dead."

Immediately afterwards, he opened his eyes again, and found that the little zombie had evolved into a little zombie. Feng Wuli sighed:

"Keep watching what I do."

"Because crows are like writing desks."

There was a smile in her eyes, and she was still watching the little apprentice's face closely, without any intention of getting off him.

Wang Xilou said in a low voice, as if afraid of being discovered by others: "Little apprentice, let's elope."

After hearing this, Feng just laughed.

"Hey, don't laugh." She was annoyed.

Feng Wuli began to notice the greasy snow on Wang Xilou's shoulders, and the skin under his collarbone pressing on his chest, and suddenly realized that Wang Xilou had changed back, and she would definitely not be able to wear the clothes Xiao Xilou was wearing.

So one can imagine what's going on under the quilt now.

Wang Xilou, who had been staring at his face without speaking, suddenly blushed, she quietly moved to the side, but looked at Feng Wuli teasingly, and smiled.

"I didn't think about it early in the morning."

Feng Wuli was a little speechless: "It's normal for an adolescent male to have that kind of reaction in the morning."

Wang Xilou raised his eyebrows, stretched his hands across Feng Wuli's neck, put his face very close, nose to nose, and said with a light smile, "Have you ever thought about Master?"

She had just finished speaking, and there was actually a part of teasing the little apprentice behind, but when she met those fiery eyes, it was all blocked in her throat.

This was the first time Wang Xilou saw such an aggressive gaze from his young apprentice, as if he wished to tear off all her skin and bones and swallow it in his stomach.

As a little zombie with high attack and low defense, Feng Wuli didn't even need any sweet words, just a look made her disarm and surrender.

The two looked at each other quietly, and the distance was slowly approaching. The little zombie slowly turned his face.

It was getting dark outside, and this didn't seem to be the moment everyone was looking forward to. It wasn't the conquest of each other with words after a quarrel, or the encouraging embrace of each other while waiting for rescue after being in distress. The prefix plot prepared for this moment in all stories Nothing at all, it's just a hug after waking up, the hot breath sprayed on each other's face, the spring scenery that can't be concealed by the quilt, it's not even night, even the time is an autumn morning without any sentimentality.

But at this moment, one wants to get it, and the other wants to give it, as if all the prefix arrangements are not worth mentioning.

Wang Xilou stretched out an arm like snow, and silently covered the two heads with the quilt on his back.

Everything should happen naturally, and Feng Wuli never deliberately avoids these things. Wang Xilou thinks that this moment should have been 500 years ago, but it is still not too late.

"..."

"..."

It's just that about three or four minutes passed under the quilt, the rustling movement stopped, and muffled conversations could be heard vaguely, accompanied by voices such as why this happened and why it couldn't work.

Then a boy lifted the quilt with a dark face, his upper body was muscular, but his face was full of depression, and he was extremely unhappy.

Next to her, Wang Xilou was still lying on the bed, lying on her back and looking at the person sitting up straight beside her, her face was blushing, but she couldn't help feeling a little funny.

"Are you feeling bad?"

"...Get up, get up, today is Friday, I will go back to school later."

"Master's body is at the level of an immortal, and the corpse immortal master cultivated is for refining the body. It may be difficult for other immortals to break through the master's defense, but I didn't expect this one."

"Please stop talking..."

Although she herself was also very depressed, it was too rare for a little apprentice to look like this, she thought it was very interesting, after thinking about it, she tentatively asked: "Should I let Po Nu replace the master?"

Feng Wuli's face became even darker, and he looked sullen, just like when he was a child, he wanted the book with the Digimon pattern on the cover and pretended not to know it. He didn't say he wanted it, but how could Wang Xilou not I know.

She covered the quilt under her neck, stretched out a small head and Xuenen's shoulders on both sides, thought for a while, with a smile in her eyes: "Maybe Master can help you in other ways?"

But that day, Wang Xilou still bought him the book with the Digimon cover.

Feng Wuli's expression was wonderful for a while.

Then fell silent.

Wang Xilou slowly frowned as time went by.

"I can't blame you for this, and of course I can't blame Master. Well, there should be a solution. I heard that Penglai has a spirit entanglement that can control every inch of the body. Master will ask if it can be learned, and I will learn it specially. This feels weird, but Master will definitely learn it with his heart."

"...Don't talk at this time."

"Oh."

Today's morning, to Feng Wuli, was ordinary but special.

He didn't react until Wang Xilou asked him to get a tissue to wipe her hands.

Got up to take a few tissues, watched the little zombie carefully wipe clean his white hands, and put his hand under his nose to smell it with a little curiosity. .

She crumpled up the tissue and temporarily threw it under the bed.

"Get out quickly, Master still needs to wear clothes, I won't show you."

Feng Wuli still looked at Wang Xilou's hand.

He felt that her hand was really beautiful, much better than those hand models on the Internet, but once he realized what this hand did just now, his heart burned.

He whispered: "I saw it just now."

"go out!"

"What are you doing so loudly..."

He went out in desperation, and when he closed the door, he looked at the red ears of the little zombie, and realized that he was probably not the only one who was in a panic.

Feng Wuli also felt lighter.

After he finished washing, Wang Xilou also pushed the door out, wearing a white knitted sweater on the upper body, and a taupe-colored thermal clothing underneath. The wind is unreasonable because of her bloatedness, at least five or six pieces, and the bottom is A pair of casual trousers, with a section of green long johns protruding from the left trouser hem, a pair of cotton slippers on the feet, a pair of fluffy gray socks on the ankles, and a pair of ugly but hot looking same pants on the neck. Fleece red scarf.

The average temperature today is probably only seven or eight degrees, so she looks extremely cold, and overall, she is dressed like an old lady in the village.

The little zombie should not be afraid of the cold, but she also has a sense of heat and cold, and a specific body temperature is required to maintain the body's activities.

36 degrees is the most suitable body temperature for full functioning of the body. Over the past few years, she has found that maintaining the body temperature at around [-] degrees is the most energy-efficient. If the temperature is lower, the joints will become stiff and become only Like a zombie in a zombie movie, stretch your arms and walk with a hop.

Just like the human body maintains temperature balance by eating, Wang Xilou maintains temperature balance by consuming spiritual energy.

Thirty degrees is the most suitable energy-saving mode in comparison with the consumption of spiritual power and the impact on the body's ability to move.

In winter, in order to reduce the consumption of spiritual power, she almost always wears very thick clothes, as if she is very afraid of the cold, even wrapped into a ball when it is the coldest, and likes to stick to the heater, hold a hot water bottle, and sleep at night Cover several layers of quilts, afraid of losing heat.

But this year, she shouldn't need to cover her with several layers of quilts, because she has a small apprentice brand stove pillow.

"Can you wear your clothes better, the long johns are all exposed."

The old lady stared unreasonably at Feng Feng, gave him a small slap in the face, and then went to the sanitary napkin to wash her hands in small steps.

Smell it after washing for a while, and then squeeze a little hand sanitizer to wash.

"..."

"Master Feng Wuli, good morning."

The door opened, and a cute little vixen came out yawning, its ears pricked up and the other folded down, and its tail began to dangle unconsciously after seeing the unreasonable wind.

"Wanwan wakes up late."

"Because the weather has suddenly become so cold." Wanwan shrank her neck pitifully.

"Winter is coming."

Wan Wan stretched her waist and went into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Seeing that Wang Xilou was still washing her hands, she asked innocently, "Wang Xilou, why are you washing your hands all the time?"

"...Hands are a bit dirty."

Wanwan took her toothbrush and mouthwash cup, tilted her head, and swept her tail back and forth, wondering:

"Wanwan didn't see your dirty hands, did you touch something unclean?"

"Uh, it's not something unclean." Wang Xilou looked a little embarrassed.

　Take a look at it with speed, usually, it may be called to change it soon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)