not a monster

Chapter 181 But He Called Me Master
"What are you talking about?" Wang Xilou looked like he didn't hear clearly.

Feng Wuli also felt a little embarrassed, but he still stiffened his neck and repeated it.

Everyone heard it just now, and it was Wang Xilou himself who started it first.

Although he was subdued, how could Wang Xilou be so submissive to the little apprentice, and let her say such things.

If she said so, she would never even think about holding her head up in front of her apprentice in this life!
"you you you!"

She was out of breath, and began to swing wildly, trying to struggle, but wearing a thick suit did not give her little arms and legs any strength, how could a mere zombie struggle to move away.

Feng Wuli held her wrists as she did just now and pressed them over the sofa above her head, straddled her stomach, and kept bouncing behind him with his unattractive legs in a few long johns.

"Let go!"

"Don't let go, you're about to tell me you're wrong..."

Wang Xilou glared at him angrily, with an unyielding flame burning in his eyes.

After burning for a long time, the fart is useless.

"Master was joking with you just now, it's a joke, why are you serious." She said with a sneer.

"Let go, watch TV for a while and you're going to read a book. Next year will be the college entrance examination. After 12 years of studying hard, you will have to wait for three days next year."

Feng Wuli looked at her with a smile on his face, and Wang Xilou panicked a little.

"What kind of skill do you have? If you put away your master 100 years ago, you would be gone. Oh yes, you would not be able to beat your master 500 years ago!"

"Let go, you idiot!"

"..."

"Do you still remember that when you were in the third grade of elementary school, you wanted to buy that point reading machine. At that time, your family had no money, so Master took you to sell teeth."

"Don't play, don't play, let Master get up, I'm tired."

"Hey!"

"..."

She shut her mouth and did not speak, silently exerting her strength.

As a great practitioner with 800 years of cultivation, how powerful was Wang Xilou back then?

But don't think that this guy who only thinks about washing and cooking all day long, going to the mall to hear the good news, and trying free samples at the market is really a waste little zombie.

Immortals are not obsessed with combat power, but this does not prevent practitioners who are too idle to rank immortals for their combat power without authorization. Various wild rankings emerge one after another, and those in the high ranks all default to the same, but they can't argue. one two.

Just like Tiger Chui, Lion Chui, boring fighter boys can be found everywhere.

It's just that no matter what the wild list is, in the dispute between the seventeen immortals, there will always be a certain little zombie by the Xiangjiang River.

And no matter what wild list, Wang Xilou's ranking is not low.

However, at this time, Wang Xilou was on the verge of falling, like a fish landing on the shore, struggling and thrashing, clenching his teeth, raising his neck with difficulty, and then fell down. His feet in green socks kept thrashing, being grabbed and held on his head. The veins on the left and right wrists bulged, and finally he gasped exhaustedly, his chest heaving and falling.

Panting, she looked at Feng Wuli, and Feng Wuli also looked at her.

The two seemed to be fighting for a long time.

Wang Xilou wanted to pretend that he was going to be angry, brewing emotions, trying to make his face dark and ugly, and let the other party know that the joke was over.

She was ready to give him a fierce one.

But looking at that face, I couldn't help laughing again.

She was angry and laughing, panting from exhaustion, her hair was sticking to the corner of her mouth, her face was glowing, and she actually had a kind of winking like silk.

Wang Xilou's eyes reflected that face, and his tone of voice was especially charming when he panted and panted, and said in a soft voice:
"Master knows his mistake, please forgive Master."

At this very moment, Feng Wuli felt something climb up his skull from the tailbone along the spine.

He looked at Wang Xilou who was still panting, his face flushed red, he didn't know if it was because of the cold weather, or because of the violent struggle just now, or because of the misleading words just uttered from his mouth.

Seeing the little apprentice staring at her blankly, Wang Xilou couldn't help being emotional, and she slowly calmed down the inflated chest and breath, knowing what was coming, and chose to close her eyes slowly.

As a result, she suddenly felt that the restrained wrist was loosened, and with a light body, something left her.

Eh?
She saw the little apprentice get up, do chest expansion exercises and go to the shower room: "Take a shower, and read a book after washing."

Wang Xilou pursed his lips and kicked his ass.

"Why kick me?"

"……roll!"

Feng Wuli pretended to be surprised: "Are you angry? You started playing by yourself first."

Wang Xilou looked into his eyes, trying to make him understand that he was not in a pretty mood right now.

Feng smiled unreasonably: "Forget it, let's go for a walk."

"Where are you going?" The little zombie said lightly.

"Anywhere is fine. I want to hold hands with you for a walk outside. I wanted to do this last winter. I don't know what's the point of looking at those young couples in the cold. Let's try it too."

"Sure enough, you have conspired against Master for a long time!" She stretched out a finger and pointed, as if I had discovered it.

"It's early without you."

"Well……"

"Don't wear it so thick, I will replenish your spiritual power this year."

"Then you go and wear something thicker, I feel cold when I look at it."

Under the urging of the little zombie chattering, he wore a long down jacket, and the little zombie wore an unreasonable white sweater. Her winter clothes were too ugly, and the little apprentice thought she would embarrass him by standing beside him in them. , black trousers, and a pair of boots.

The two of them went out holding hands, just like ordinary couples. It was dark outside, and the north wind was like a knife, which could harden their faces.

It's a completely different mood from when I went out for a walk in summer.

Feng Wuli clasped the little zombie's hand with his ten fingers, and the young lovers rarely come to the riverside now, it seems a bit stupid for the two of them to walk here alone.

The little zombie let go of the hand he was holding, and Feng Wurea looked at her suspiciously, and saw Wang Xilou grabbing one of his arms, his head slipped into his body, and then put his arm on her other shoulder, The chest drooped.

Then she looked up at Feng Wuli very satisfied, the expression on her face was probably like, hugging Master like this, knowing what it means.

Seeing her smiling so triumphantly, Feng Wuli wrapped his hands around her neck and pressed his whole body on her back.

"Ehhh?!"

Wang Xilou's feet trembled a little. The little apprentice already weighed more than 140 kilograms. When he put on her back all of a sudden, she couldn't carry it!

"Carry me on your back."

"Me! You are so heavy!"

"Didn't Master carry me like this when I was young?"

She stopped talking for a while, feeling like she was carrying a mountain on her back, but she was reluctant to put it down.

She didn't want to recite it either, but he called him Master.

Wang Xilou was exerting force from his whole face to his little toe, blushing, and tried very hard not to let himself lie down, without saying a word.

Feng Wuli put his head on her shoulder, watched her face deformed due to exertion, walked a few steps tremblingly, and stopped teasing her to get off her body.

"Look, Master, Master is still, I can still carry you." She panted.

"Let's take a breath." Feng Wuli laughed.

Wang Xilou was out of breath, and he was annoyed when he saw him laughing there. He was so angry that he pushed him from behind and staggered him, but the little apprentice laughed out loud.

She screamed coquettishly and jumped onto his back.

"It's you, it's you!"

Feng Wuli supported her thighs, shaking them, "Wang Xilou is so light."

"Little apprentice set off on his mount!" The two calves swayed briskly.

In summer, it is very lively here, with all kinds of street stalls and snacks. Now it is windy and cold. There are few people who come out, and there are a few pushing carts out of the stall. The stall owner shrinks his neck and sits behind the stall like a statue. .

The vast white light of the street lamps dizzy in the night, making it look more deserted, like a light in a dark stage play, focusing on the vendor owner and his three-wheeled dining car.

"Boss, here is a bunch of fried sausages." Feng Wuli turned his head and asked, "Do you want it?"

"want."

"Those two strings."

"Two skewers and three pieces of sausage."

The boss is a bearded uncle with a local county sand accent. He turns on the gas with a click and waits for the oil pan to boil.

Just as Feng Wuli was about to take out his phone to scan the QR code, the little zombie was already scanning.

Other young couples would have a lot of thoughts about who would pay the money outside, but they didn't have such worries at all when they got here. He saw the little zombie entering the password, and he guessed correctly that it was his birthday.

"The boss came out to set up a stall when it was so cold."

"You want something to eat! Are you a college student or a high school student?"

"High school senior."

"If you don't study hard in the third year of high school, come out and fall in love. This is your girlfriend."

Feng Wuli glanced at the little zombie, and the little zombie looked at him, puffing out his mouth in a playful manner.

"It's a girlfriend." He looked back at the boss and said affirmatively.

This was the first time that Feng Wuli called Wang Xilou face to face like this, and he felt that there was some sense of ritual in it.

"Sister Tuo is so embarrassing."

"Thank you uncle."

Feng Wuli glanced at her.

The old zombie pretends to be tender.

When the oil pan boiled, the vendor owner peeled two golden gong hams, slashed them diagonally a few times, put them on skewers and fried them, and put them on the pile of unknown seasonings after frying.

"Do you want it spicy?"

"Yes, both." Feng Wuli said.

The boss took a bottle of pepper, and the tip of his nose could smell the pungent smell.

The little zombie next to him lowered his head and kicked a stone to play, and his boots rattled on the concrete floor in the night. When he looked up, he saw the little apprentice brought over two skewers of sausages, and now she had both hands in her pockets——

"what--"

She opened her mouth consciously, shrugged her shoulders, and signaled that she had no hands now.

"Take it out and hold it yourself."

"It's cold, I don't want to take it out."

"Then don't eat it."

"Feed Master quickly, don't dawdle."

Feng sighed unreasonably, handed it to her mouth to feed, and the two walked down the riverside road.

"Oh, it's so hot."

"If it's hot, spit it out first."

"Did you underestimate Master, hiss, eat less junk food, his pot of oil must be old, hiss."

"It's not that exaggerated, the oil will turn dark after about a week."

The stall owner turned off the fire, continued to sit back on the bench behind him, and looked at the back of the young couple with his pockets in his pockets.

It was cold and there were no guests, he sat there motionless like a stone, the light of the street lamp sprinkled on the black leather jacket he was wearing, and the smooth place was glowing with the glimmer of the street lamp.

The screen of the phone turned on, and his wife sent a voice message. He clicked on it to listen, and there was the baby voice of grandma.

"When will Dad come back? I'm done eating. Can I bring a Barbie toy when I come back tonight?"

The boss laughed like a chrysanthemum, and his rough fingers clicked on the voice again, listening to it over and over again.

The wind under the street lamps doesn't feel cold anymore.

After getting off the Jiangbian Road, Feng Wuli had a clear goal and went to the mall to buy some winter clothes for Wang Xilou.

"Master's clothes can still be worn."

Wang Xilou was reluctant to part with the money.

These clothes are very expensive, and this thin sweater costs four to five hundred. Is this thing warm?
The lights in the shopping mall were on, and once the automatic doors were closed, the cold wind outside was cut off. The wind unreasonably dragged her into a women's clothing store, and the sales sister came over.

"Let's take a look for ourselves." He said to the salesman, and when he saw the other party left, he whispered to Wang Xilou behind him:
"I'm ashamed to tell people that this ragged one is my girlfriend when you wear those clothes out."

"Don't talk about it." She murmured softly, shrinking her neck and following behind the little apprentice.

Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Why are you still like a child, I'm not happy about buying clothes for you."

"It's so rich." She was eccentric, and she looked like a little daughter-in-law. The business of the incense and candle shop has been getting worse and worse recently.

"Stop throwing a tantrum and try this one."

He took a turtleneck gray sweater, the style of which is like the halter sweater that has become popular on the Internet recently, but this one is serious.

Wang Xilou took it and looked at it. She put the practical principle first: "Why don't you have sleeves, can this dress be warm? The material looks pretty good."

"I want to see you wear it."

"Well……"

Since it's the little apprentice who wants to see him wear it, then he doesn't need to worry about any principles.

I'm so happy.

She went in with a sweater to change and came out. Feng Wuli's eyes lit up. The 800-year-old zombie was wearing a gray off-the-shoulder sweater with a bun.

Wang Xilou was a little uncomfortable being watched, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and suddenly realized that he was a master, so he couldn't lose his momentum.

"It's so pretty, it feels so gentle to wear." Feng praised unreasonably.

"Try this sweater again."

"Why buy so much?"

"Are you still going to wear those old ladies' flowered jackets?"

Feng Wuli asked her to try on several pieces in a row. Wang Xilou is just a hanger, he looks good in everything he wears. Feng Wuli experienced the feeling of taking her to buy clothes for the first time, and suddenly remembered that 12 years ago, the little zombie also took him to fool him like this. Dress up in a variety of cute clothes.

Feng Wuli was going to pay, Wang Xilou handed him her mobile phone, and he took it without hesitation. When he came out, Wang Xilou came up to take a look, curious about the baby: "How much is it?"

She lowered her mobile phone down unreasonably, and then stepped on her feet to look at it, her pupils dilated: "More than two thousand and four hundred!"

"Just these three or four pieces of clothing, more than 2000! No, no, no, take them and return them."

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Feng Wuli dissuaded him in a low voice: "Don't shout like that, it's embarrassing."

"It's so rich. Master worked so hard to earn so little, and a few pieces of clothes cost more than 2000."

"Isn't money earned to be spent?"

"That was saved by Master as a dowry!"

"Dowry? Isn't that mine? I spend my money as I want."

Wang Xilou was so angry that he bumped his shoulder with his shoulder, Feng Wuli smiled and avoided him.

The little zombie was excited, and he had to bump into him. There were so many people in the mall, watching these two young people play, he couldn't help showing an auntie smile.

Feng Wuli let her hit him, but now it's impossible to take it back, the little zombie has been thinking about it beside him, a little worried that the little apprentice's character of spending money like this is not good.

Feng Wuli stopped suddenly in front, she turned her head in doubt, saw the shop Feng Wuli was going to take her into, and hurriedly pulled him away.

"Master won't go in!" She blushed.

(End of this chapter)