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 just heard it, and Wang Xilou started it himself.

Although he was subdued, how could Wang Xilou be so submissive to his young apprentice, and even let her say such words?

If she had told her, she would never be able to hold her head up in front of her apprentice again in this life!

"you you you!"

She was so angry that she began to swing wildly, trying to struggle, but wearing thick clothes could not increase the strength of her little arms and legs. How could a little zombie just struggle to get away?

Feng Wuli grabbed the sofa above her head by her wrists with both hands just like she did before, straddling her belly, and kept jumping behind him with her unsightly legs wearing some long johns.

"Let go!"

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

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

I burned it for a long time, but it was of no use.

"Master was joking with you just now. It was just a joke. Why are you taking it seriously?" she said with a sneer.

"Hurry up and let go. After watching TV for a while, you have to read a book. The college entrance examination is next year. I have been studying hard for twelve years and only 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 ability do you have? If you had given up on your master a hundred years ago, you would have been gone. Oh yes, you wouldn't have been able to defeat your master five hundred years ago!"

"You noob, let go!"

"..."

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

"I don't want to play anymore. Let Master get up quickly. I'm already tired."

"Hey!"

"..."

She closed her mouth and stopped talking, silently exerting her strength.

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

But don’t think that this guy who only thinks about doing laundry and cooking all day long, going to shopping malls to hear good news, and trying free samples at the market is really a useless little zombie.

Immortals are not obsessed with combat prowess, but this does not prevent idle practitioners from ranking the immortals' combat prowess without permission. Various wild rankings emerge in endlessly, and those in high positions all acquiesce to the same, but they can never argue.

One or two.

Just like tigers blowing, lions blowing, boring fighting boys are everywhere.

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

And no matter what the wild rankings are, Wang Xilou’s ranking is not low.

However, at this time, Wang Xilou was like a fish on the beach, struggling and flopping, clenching his teeth, raising his neck a little bit with difficulty and then falling down, his feet wearing green socks kept flapping, being caught and held on his head

Veins popped out on the left and right wrists, and finally he gasped for breath from exhaustion, and his chest heaved together.

She panted and looked at Feng Wuli, who also looked at her.

The two seemed to have been fighting for a long time.

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

She was ready to give him a hard time.

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

She was angry and laughing, panting from exhaustion, her hair stuck to the corner of her mouth, and her face was filled with mist, which made her look as charming as silk.

Wang Xilou's eyes reflected that face, his tone was particularly charming when he spoke, and he said in a soft voice:

"Master realizes his mistake, please spare Master."

At this moment, Feng Wuli felt something crawling up from his tailbone all the way up his spine to his skull.

He looked at Wang Xilou, who was still breathing, and his face turned red. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold weather, or because of the violent struggle just now, or because of the misunderstood words that had just come out of his mouth.

When Wang Xilou saw her little apprentice looking at her blankly, with emotions overflowing from her eyes, she couldn't help but feel emotional. She slowly calmed down her chest and breath, knowing what was coming, and she chose to slowly close her eyes.

As a result, she suddenly felt that her restrained wrist was being released, and there was a light movement on her body, and something left her.

Eh?

She saw her little apprentice getting up, doing breast enlargement exercises and going to the shower room: "Take a shower, and after that I have to read a book."

Wang Xilou pursed his lips and kicked him on the butt.

"Kick me for what?"

"……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 his current mood was not beautiful.

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

"Where to go?" the little zombie said softly.

"Anywhere is fine. I want to hold hands with you and walk outside. I wanted to do this last winter. I didn't know what it was like to look at those young lovers in the cold weather. Let's give it a try."

"Sure enough, you have been plotting against Master for a long time!" She pointed with a finger, as if I had discovered it.

"It's not as early as you."

"Well……"

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

"Then go wear something thicker, I feel cold just looking at you."

Under the constant urging of the little zombie, he wore a long down jacket, and the little zombie wore a white sweater that was unreasonable. Her winter clothes were too ugly, and the little apprentice thought she would embarrass him by standing next to him when she wore them.

, wearing black leggings and a pair of boots.

The two held hands and went out, just like ordinary lovers. It was dark outside and the north wind was like a knife, which could blow their faces hard.

It’s a completely different mood than when I go for a walk in the summer.

Feng Wuli clasped his fingers on the little zombie's hand. Young couples rarely come to the river to walk now. It looked a bit silly for the two of them to walk here alone.

The little zombie let go of the hand she was holding. Feng Wuli looked at her doubtfully, and saw Wang Xilou grabbing one of his arms, drilling his head into his body, and then put his arm on her other shoulder.

The chest dropped.

Then she looked up at Feng Wuli with great satisfaction. The expression on her face was probably that she understood the meaning of hugging her master like this.

Feng Wuli saw her smiling so proudly, and put his hands around her neck, pressing his whole body on her back.

"Eh eh eh?!"

Wang Xilou's feet were a little shaky. The little apprentice already weighed more than 140 kilograms. She couldn't carry it even if he put it on her back!

"Carry me and go."

"Me! You are so heavy!"

"Isn't this how Master carried me when I was little?"

She stopped talking for a moment. She felt like she was carrying a mountain on her back, but she was reluctant to let it go.

She didn't want to memorize it, but he called her master.

Wang Xilou's entire face, down to his little toes, was straining, his face turned red, and he tried very hard not to lie down or say a word.

Feng Wuli put his head on her shoulder, watching her face deformed due to the exertion of force, and took a few shaky steps, no longer teasing her to get off her body.

"Look, Master, Master, I can still carry you, right?" She gasped.

"Just calm down." Feng Wuli said amusedly.

Wang Xilou was out of breath, and he became angry when he saw him laughing. He was so angry that he pushed him from behind, causing him to stagger. As a result, his apprentice burst out laughing.

She screamed like a baby and jumped on his back.

"It's your turn! It's your turn!"

Feng Wuli held her thigh and shook it, "Wang Xilou is so light."

"Little apprentice, mount up and set off!" His two calves swayed briskly.

In the summer, this place is very busy, with various street stalls and snacks. Now it is windy and cold. Wherever anyone comes out, there are only a few people pushing carts out of the stalls. The stall owner sits behind the stall with his neck hunched and his pockets inserted like a statue.

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The vast white light of the street lamp dimmed in the night, making it look even more deserted, like a ray of light on a dark stage play, focusing on the street vendor owner and his three-wheeled food cart.
To be continued...