Ye Ji walked in front, looking back at Wang Xilou from time to time, signaling her to follow quickly.

The people on the roadside were amazed at the spiritual kitten.

One person and one cat have clear goals, one wants to buy cats’ clothes, and the other wants to buy quilts.

Then, soon at the farmers' market, I suddenly realized that today is a street market, which is much more lively than usual.

One person and one cat frequently stopped in front of roadside stalls such as those who recycled old banknotes, those who opened clams and picked beads, those who sold plastic basins, and those who blew the ceiling and sold soy milk machines.

Those people are eloquent. In the past, Wang Xilou couldn't help but stand aside and listen to them for a while after buying vegetables. Moreover, she always listened very seriously and examined these marketing methods with eight hundred years of wisdom.

There were also many people surrounded by the shed selling soy milk maker, all of which were middle-aged aunts.

She was waiting for something with her arms around her.

Finally, it was time to try it out.

The little zombie squeezed over, took a paper cup, and spoke loudly with a thick-skinned face: "I'll try if it's what you said."

How fresh, it seems like I really want to buy a soy milk maker.

The middle-aged boss glanced at the girl who was dressed in a particularly bloated manner and was wearing a mask, but she was still very young between her eyebrows. The group of this age was generally not their customers, but she still poured her a cup.

Wang Xilou took a cup, took off his mask, took a sip, and nodded.

Drink while walking.

"Split us a little bit."

The black cat beside him meowed and his tail was raised high.

There was also the kind before, listening to people giving lectures on it, and the following are full of lectures from the aunts and uncles. After the lecture, they would also give away two eggs or some gifts.

Wang Xilou will listen to every show, but unfortunately it has not been there in the past few years.

She touched the pocket of the down jacket, and there was not much money inside, and she felt that the wind was even colder.

In autumn and winter, the sky is dark quickly and the sky is monotonous. There will be no beautiful clouds, leaving only endless wind and dark sky.

I was making hot pot tonight, and Feng Wuli had already gotten the pot when he got home.

It's cold and I won't eat in the yard anymore.

As soon as I went upstairs, the door was closed, and the cold wind outside the house disappeared.

The lights in the room are warm and illuminating. The pot in the living room is simmering. There is no wind in the room. The smoke goes straight upwards. The TV is also on, but no one watches it.

Ponu came over and helped him take off his schoolbag: "It's so cold outside, it must be very cold when you ride your bike all the way back. It's all your hands... Hey, why are your hands still so hot?"

Ponu frowned. She couldn't even use the wording she thought of, and wanted to cover his hands and warm him.

"Why are your hands so icy?"

Feng Wuli pinched Po Nu's little hand and rubbed it for a while. He found that it was still cold, so he grabbed her hand and reached her mouth, letting her breath.

Then he grabbed her hands and rubbed them for a while, covered them to make her warm, and asked with a smile: "Not warm at all."

Ponu kept staring at him in a daze.

"Did you feel warmer?" he asked again.

"Ah? Yes, it's warmer."

Ponu didn't dare to look at his eyes, and his face turned slightly red.

"Why is your face red?"

Po Nu left his head.

Don't look back after going over, grit your teeth, tiptoe, kiss Feng Wuli for a moment, and turned into a black shadow and returned to his feet.

Feng Wuli discovered it, and Ponu also inherited Wang Xilou's high attack and low defense.

Is this shy?

Wang Xilou helped him all today, and she is still in Makabaka.

"Two over there, come and have dinner!" Wang Xilou, who had divided the dishes in the living room, shouted. Seeing that Ponu was missing, he asked in confusion: "Where is her?"

"Go back to the shadow."

"Forget it, don't worry about her, I'm so nervous all day long."

While eating, the little zombie took off her clothes one by one, leaving only a black close-fitting sweater, perfectly outlining her curves.

After dinner, she prepared to wear them one by one.

Wanwan returned to her room to write her homework after washing the dishes.

Feng Wuli sat on the sofa with his mobile phone screen horizontally. While turning black with his classmates, she looked at her. She took off the clothes she placed on the sofa and piled up into a hill. She couldn't help but say, "Don't you need to wear that much, right?"

"Save some spiritual power."

The little zombie sat cross-legged on the sofa, picked up a piece of clothing to put it on her head, and her feet were wearing cute plush socks.

"Do you want to go out for a walk?"

"It's cold, the northwest wind blows, it's so cold everywhere, where can I go."

When she said this, she was a little bit of a girl's coquettish and very light. She might not have noticed it herself, but she did. And she seemed reluctant to speak, but in fact it was more like waiting for Feng Wuli to answer where to go.

She never rejected all her apprentice requests.

But the man said, "That's right."

He just had nothing to say, and he didn't hear the little zombie at all.

"..." Wang Xilou was a little helpless.

Why do I like this lump? Forget it, I raised it myself, that's it.

She put on her clothes and became very bloated again. Looking at Feng Wuli, who was concentrating on watching TV next to her, she grabbed his arm and pressed him on the sofa with her weight.

"Master is getting heavy now, hehe, can't get up?"

She smiled condescendingly, wearing so many clothes, she looked very strong, with a down hood on her head, and her hair drooped from both sides, carrying the unique fragrance of the little zombie.

When she smiled, Feng Wuli couldn't help laughing. Why is this person so childish at such an old age?

"Get up and turn on, I'm watching TV."

"Okay, that's your attitude to talk to your master?"

"Stop being naive."

"Okay, you dare to say that your master is childish!"

The little zombie narrowed her eyes: "Today I want to revive the master's order. Say my disciple knows that he is wrong, so let me spare my disciple!"

"What if I don't say it?"

"Don't say it? If you don't say it, your master will just suppress you all night, say it."

Suddenly, the little zombie felt the person under her being exerted silently.

She had obviously suppressed the other party's force point, and no matter how strong the little apprentice was, she could not get up, but she still vaguely noticed that there was a hint of difficulty in suppressing it.

Why did he become so strong?

A hint of panic flashed through Wang Xilou's heart.

She is very shameless.

Don't get up!

She gritted her teeth.

But the human force below is slowly and steadily increasing.

The two of them were originally like this on the sofa:

Slowly becoming like this:

Finally it became like this:

But the identities of the two people at the top and the bottom have changed.

Wang Xilou: "??"

Why did she lie down?

What just happened?

Her hands and wrists were grabbed and pressed on her head. Her clothes were worn too thick, her hood was stupid and big, and her face looked small and cute. The little zombie looked at the person who easily subdued her.

Wang Xilou blinked.

Feng Wuli smiled condescendingly and said, "Speak quickly that Master knows his mistake, let me spare Master."

Wang Xilou: "??"
Chapter completed!