Chapter 156 Wang Xilou’s Ambition

Po Nu stayed, and she took over the tasks of taking Wanwan to and from school, cooking for Silly Mao and Wanwan, and looking after the store.

She originally had all the memories in front of the Kou Xian Gate in Wang Xilou.

The computer at the front desk of the incense shop was very old, and sometimes it would take a long time to open a web page. She didn't mind, she just clicked on an old movie and watched it there comfortably.

Occasionally, people would pass by outside the incense shop, and almost none of them would recognize the sixty-year-old. She seemed to be living in a gap in time.

A child of seven or eight years old ran past the door from left to right, and Po Nu took a look.

Perhaps you will notice next time that this child is walking slowly from right to left with a cane.

Then I looked at the calendar on the wall and realized that another sixty years had passed.

"I'm going to die of old age, will you be sad?"

His hands tightened.

Ye Ji ran out and glanced at Po Nu. She was about to go out to play when she suddenly looked back at her.

"You cried?"

Po Nu let out a confused sound, wiped the corners of his eyes and found that they were wet.

"It's terrible! This movie is quite tear-jerking!"

Ye Ji thought for a while, "I can let you touch me. When you are irrational and unhappy, you like to hug me and put your face on my belly."

Po Nu was happy and picked up the little guy. He smelled a bit of his scent on the stupid cat and felt comforted.

Ye Ji was very obedient and did not resist, her eyes were bright.

This family really cannot survive without her!

…

At this time, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou had already arrived at the high-speed rail station. Feng Wuli complained that she had brought so many things. She smiled ingratiatingly and did not refute, pushing Feng Wuli behind.

"Let's go, let's go."

"I still have the dried fish with me, so I can just keep it for myself and eat it."

"Hey, does uncle Qi smoke?"

"My uncle likes gold nuggets, please take two pieces back."

Wang Xilou pushed him complainingly. He was carrying her hiking bag, matching her green coat, wearing a black peaked cap on his head, and his black hair was like a waterfall. His image did not match that of a young girl.

There was a sudden commotion at the security check. A skinny old man entered the station and was found twelve ten centimeter-long steel needles.

I was taken down by the security guard. The old man was making trouble and wouldn't give me a seat if he didn't want me to sit down. Return the needle to him, otherwise he won't be polite.

Feng Wuli glanced at it and said to Wang Xilou: "There are many practitioners."

From a superficial perspective, everything has a spirit. The human spirit is like a ping-pong ball located in the body, which cannot be seen by just looking at it.

Practitioners whose spirits are stronger than ordinary people, monsters, and basketballs. Those who are thinner can sprout a little from their chests, and fellow practitioners can tell at a glance.

That is the sense of existence. Everyone has a sense of existence. In the world of practitioners, you can see practitioners who have the same sense of existence at a glance.

Unless there are practitioners who know how to hide the spirit entanglement of existence, such as Wang Xilou, she knows a lot of spirit entanglements.

Another thing that no one will notice is that the sense of presence is so strong that it exceeds the critical level.

Two ants are competing to see who is bigger, but neither of them realizes that they are actually on the back of an elephant.

For example, there is a handsome guy who is following Wang Xilou right now.

But it doesn’t mean that big is good.

Wang Xilou has no idea that she is now a useless little zombie who only does laundry and cooking every day.

She made a vigilant expression, as if she saw an enemy in the dark: "Master will protect you."

"I guess they all go to Huaiqing."

"Did uncle say that there have been many strangers in the village recently?"

"..." That's my uncle.

"The car is here, let's go."

The train has not yet arrived on the platform, so the view is wide.

Identity verification, entering the station, waiting for the bus at the platform.

The platform had a wide view, but the train hadn't arrived yet. Feng Wuli took out his cell phone to see if he was getting a carriage.

Wang Xilou leaned over and said, "Yellow logo, 7 cars, 12D, 12F..."

"Ah? Why do you want to buy separate seats?"

"There is no 12E, DF is connected together."

"Ah."

Feng Wuli didn't understand what she meant by snorting. It was probably to cover up her embarrassment. The little zombie always had a lot of fun.

Looking back, I saw that there were five practitioners in the same train with them.

There were two acquaintances among them, or should I say familiar demons. They also noticed Feng Wuli and walked towards him.

The tiger demon was sliding around behind, but was stopped by a patrol on the platform. He even said in a timid voice, didn't this sign tell him to slide carefully? He was very careful.

"Master Wang Xilou." Huaizhu squinted and said to Feng Wuli.

The little zombie asked blankly: "Do I know you?"

Huaizhu was stunned for a moment, and then realized something. He glanced at Wang Xilou, and then looked at Feng Wuli with a hint of caution. His narrowed eyelids twitched, but he still didn't open them.

"That's it. I didn't expect that your Excellency could subdue Mr. Wang Xilou. I'm really ashamed."

The little zombie carrying a bag looked like this the whole time: ╭(°A°`)╮

Feng Wuli chuckled and did not refute.

"Master Huaizhu, Master Ruogu, are you also going to watch the Immortal Gate?"

"you too."

"I'm not. My hometown is there. I just went back to take a look."

"so."

"Hey, isn't this Wang Xilou?"

"Master Wakatani, after saying goodbye last time, did you ask the person at the zoo for advice?"

"..."

"Then I have to go. That old man is pretty good. I fought with him a few times. It doesn't matter that he is old, but I didn't try my best. In the end, I was defeated. I was defeated. Haha." He laughed dryly a few times and added.

: "You really can't underestimate an old thing."

Feng Wuli chuckled.

Ruogu began to encourage Feng Wuli to go and have a discussion with that person, and the tiger was not bad at all.

"Master Wakatani can't win, so I certainly can't win either."

"Oh, I was careless. I think your strength is still good."

"Still not."

"No, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Afraid of being turned into a deer."

"..."

There is no time to talk today.

As the train entered the station, Ruogu looked at the long white snake and muttered there again.

"It's so fucking awesome. How could those humans whose lives are as thin as paper make something like this?"

"Slide out carefully."

"...You old deer demon!"

"Stop the ink stain and go in."

"Why did you push me?"

Feng Wuli also pulled the little zombie into the carriage, found a seat and sat down. Feng Wuli helped Wang Xilou throw things onto it.

After sitting down, shoulder to shoulder, Feng Wuli was a little sleepy. She worked very late last night to catch up on her homework. She seemed to be very energetic and energetic. She took out her mobile phone to play. Her Lianliankan was almost finished in time.

After finishing the test, the only thing left is to compete with other programmers for longevity, but Wang Xilou can probably kill dozens of other people for generations, assuming that the game is not closed.

She played with the little zombie's hair with her fingers. She had smooth black hair.

Feng Wuli asked: "Where do you plan to stay these days?"
To be continued...