not a monster

Chapter 98
"Now we plant the flowers of all seasons, and when they bloom next year, we can pick them and sell them."

In the yard, Feng Wuli is holding a bowl of noodles. Naturally, the craftsmanship 500 years ago is not as good as it will be 500 years later, but Feng Wuli doesn't dislike it either.

"It seems that there is too much salt, so don't put so much next time."

Wang Xilou clenched his fists.

She looked at the dirty yard, and for the sake of the other party's busy morning, she spared him.

"Why did you pinch all those flowers?"

"Blooming consumes nutrients, and it won't look good now. It's better to leave more nutrients for it to take root and wait for the next year."

"Then why not pinch them all? There are still so many flowers."

"To please you."

Wang Xilou calmly looked at the guy with the mask lifted a little bit, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes I really want to lift his mask and see what kind of monster this guy is.

How can you know how to please yourself.

"Grumpy."

He said that a tree could be planted in the middle of the yard, and then a swing could be made. Wang Xilou said that those things were nothing but little girls, and she was not interested.

"Aren't you a little girl too?"

She said calmly, "If you knew my age, it would definitely be scary."

"You are not an immortal, and you cannot live forever, so you look like a girl."

Wang Xilou shook his head gently and did not answer him.

She doesn't seem to be interested in anything, while the masked man is just the opposite. He doesn't seem to have time to spare and finds something to do every day.

There was a lack of entertainment in ancient times, Wang Xilou could still practice to survive, and Feng Wuli did not need to practice. Since he was born, his spiritual power could touch the backs of immortals, and because there was no Yang God, except for the few spirits of Wang Xilou, others can't be used.

After a few days, I really found a jujube tree seedling and planted it in the yard.

Feng Wuli doesn't know if this tree is that tree, but it doesn't matter if it is.

"When it grows like a pavilion, we can enjoy the shade under it, and then make a swing."

"I don't like things from the girl's house. What's the use of doing them?"

"I remember what you said."

He would always say these inexplicable words, and Wang Xilou was used to it.

"Do you really have to wear this mask for the rest of your life?"

He smiled, "My life seems to be quite short."

She looked at the boy sitting across from the dining table with the mask lifted to his mouth.

In other words, the other party is no longer a teenager.

In just one month, his skeleton of a young man began to be ripped, and he became a little stronger. Although he still had the childishness of a young man, his skin became rough without the firmness of a young man.

One month, but like a teenager, to a young man in his thirties.

He's getting old, and he's getting old a hundred times faster.

Wang Xilou frowned: "Have you gone wrong in your practice?"

Feng Wuli put down the tableware and mask, still reluctant to let her see his face.

After a long period of silence, he said, "I seem to be looking for someone, but I don't know where she is now?"

"Find someone?" Wang Xilou frowned, "Is that person making you what you are now?"

"perhaps."

"Then you are looking for that person, why are you still here?"

"Compared to blindly looking for her, you may be more likely to find her if you are by your side."

She said calmly, "That's why you're with me?"

"That's it."

"I'm full and I washed the dishes."

She got up and went home to rest.

The cold Wang Xilou was not cute at all, Feng Wuli looked at her back, smiled lightly, got up and took the bowl to the well.

Still pretty cute.

It's May, and the south has a hot summer feeling, and the air will get a lot warmer after a rain.

People nearby said that there lived a newlywed couple from elsewhere, and they spoke in a strange tone. The men always wore masks and had their hair cut off. The tattoo is a fugitive from another place.

It was a little scary at first.

I even thought about reporting.

But in just half a month, everyone found that men are easy to get along with, their voices are gentle, modest and gentle, and their speech is also interesting.

Master Shang said that he was a wonderful person, and Liu Fushang wanted to ask him to be his bodyguard. The little lady of the Jiang family winked at him, and Yang Chutou talked with him happily.

This is also a prosperous dynasty, but no matter how prosperous it is, it is only an ancient times with backward productivity. Selling flowers here is romantic and fatal.

Soon they faced a problem, which was not enough money.

On that day, a man and a woman walked in from the local Qin Tianjian.

The man wears a weird green ghost mask, and the woman wears a bamboo hat that covers the whole body.

"Who is coming?"

"Contact Ye Xiu who is offering a bounty."

"Two adults, please."

"It's work."

"You're welcome."

After exiting Qintian Prison, the masked man complained, "I said that selling flowers can't make money, so I'm just not listening to me."

"Noisy." The female voice was clear.

"Go to Xiyuan to listen to opera after earning money, and you have nothing to do at home all day long."

"Say more."

Between the mountains and the wild, the two circled along the mountain road.

Feng Wuli looked at Wang Xilou, who was always calm as water, and wanted to tease her and constantly test her bottom line.

In the past, Wang Xilou always liked to tease and tease him, but now Wang Xilou likes to ignore him, so he has to be mean in front of her.

From time to time, he suddenly disappeared in place, took the wild flowers from the mountains and put them on her bamboo hat. Wang Xilou endured it again and again until the chicks chirped on her head, and she silently took the hat off and put it on the top of her hat. Right Royal.

This guy didn't know where to catch a big worm with hanging eyes and a white forehead. He rode on it with a tone of youthful expectation, as if it was the first time he met a tiger in the forest, and he kept asking her to sit on it.Ignoring it himself, he kept letting the big worm go in circles around her.She sighed helplessly, and followed his temper, sitting sideways behind him, her legs dangling.

After riding all the way, the two drove the big bug away. He grabbed the pendant around her waist and dragged him behind. His hands were too busy, so she was dragging him away.

Wang Xilou was so annoyed that he stopped to fight.

Listening to the smile under the mask of the other party, I don't know why I lost my anger.

"It's really beating."

In the past, she went through mountains and mountains, mountains were mountains, and water was water. The scenery along the way became so noisy for some reason.

The two found the unruly mandrill in a stockade in the mountains.

Behind it was full of withered bones, some human beings, and some other little monsters in the mountains, the size of a hill, looking at the man and woman who said they were going to kill him, and laughed out loud, like thunder.

Die after laughing.

"My lord, this is the head of the monster offering a reward, you can see if it matches the painting."

"Unanimously, the villain will lead the two to get the reward money!"

After getting the money, the masked man smiled at her: "Go and listen to the play."

Can't help but drag her away;

It is not disgusting to have such physical contact with a man.

Everyone on the stage bowed their hands to the audience, and the audience cheered one after another, and they sat at the front.

She was a little uneasy in this noisy place, but she was still sitting upright, but as soon as the guy led her to sit down, he ran away again.

It wasn't that she was afraid of these cutscenes, but she was a little annoyed.

I saw that the guy in the mask finally came back.

"Put out your hand."

"What are you doing again?"

She still stretched out her hand, her palm white and tender, but she saw the other's hand digging into her pocket.

Grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put them in her palm.

The mask was lifted to the upper half of his face, and he grinned at her.

Wang Xilou also laughed.

"So you can laugh." He sat beside him.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, the show is about to begin!"

The audience responded enthusiastically, the voice was noisy, and what Wang Xilou said again, the wind was unreasonable and could not hear clearly.

(End of this chapter)