Chapter 100 You are old and I am not old (read on Tuesday)

“I have no clue at all, and I don’t know where to start.”

The masked man said helplessly, and then he carried the half of the salted duck into the kitchen. When he came out, he held a sunflower fan and sat in the yard with her.

He said he didn't know when the tree would be as tall as a canopy. He also said that it would be beautiful to have flowers blooming here next year. He also said that Yang Captou's wife was pregnant. It turned out that she was married to his son and she should have been born in the next year. He also said that he had just

When I came back, I saw some melons on the street, but they were not sweet enough now. I will buy two back in a month and a half.

Wang Xilou picked up the needle and thread and sewed the fabric in his hand stitch by stitch.

All are excellent fabrics.

The man fell asleep unknowingly as he talked. After a sleepy afternoon, she raised her head and saw that the man was lying quietly on the recliner.

There was a gap where the mask fit her face, and she could see a little through the gap. She could lift the mask at any time if she wanted.

But she just repeated the movements in her hands, still sewing their autumn clothes stitch by stitch, still unwilling to make changes.

I'm afraid of breaking the peace, as if I can continue like this quietly.

After sleeping for less than half an hour, he woke up again.

"If you continue like this, you won't survive next year's spring equinox." She said calmly.

The masked man scratched his head: "Does this count as... caring about me?"

"If you say so, then it is."

"I'm very happy that you can finally care about me before you die."

Seeing his heartless look, Wang Xilou was a little angry and said, "Go find that person."

"She is not a human being, but maybe it can be said to be a part of someone. She asked me to find her, but if she doesn't want to show up, I can't find her no matter what."

She looked calm, "Are you really going to give up? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Be afraid..."

He looked at the thin woman sitting there: "But I'm more afraid of making you sad, so you'd better not care about me."

Wang Xilou looked at him blankly, holding the cloth tightly with his hands under the cloth, and looked up at him walking out the door.

She had a hunch that if this person left this door like this, he might never come back again.

He is such an inexplicable person, and he is always serious.

Do you want to die alone in a deserted corner and don't want to trouble yourself anymore? How much have you troubled her? Can you just walk away and pretend that nothing happened?

"Hey! Where are you going?" Wang Xilou stood up quickly and asked.

There was a panic in his tone that he couldn't detect.

The person who had been calm all this time was confused.

"Ah? Aunt Su's pig pen is broken. She asked me to repair it for her this morning. Do you want to go too?"

She gritted her teeth and softened her tone, "I'll just stop saying those things from now on."

Feng Wuli smiled and said yes, and the two reconciled again.

Although it wasn't really a quarrel just now.

He wears a mask, his hair is as gray as a boy's, and he wears long-sleeved clothes. Outsiders cannot clearly detect his age.

But Wang Xilou, who spent time with him day and night, knew that it was only August or September and his body had already aged to his fifties or sixties.

But the two of them no longer mentioned what would happen in a year.

But I cherish these interactions every day even more.

Wang Xilou spent more and more time smiling at him.

There will also be some girls' actions that sometimes don't look very smart, and Feng Wuli can't tell whether it was five hundred years ago or five hundred years later.

Wang Xilou didn't know what kind of relationship the two had, but he would feel very comfortable staying with him.

Her heart became more and more anxious, and the smile on her face grew stronger. She could not let the other party notice her mood.

She didn't know what it was like.

Wang Xilou suggested that when he goes out, he should also go out and see what he usually does.

Wherever the masked man goes, a fairy-like woman will follow behind him.

He smiled and said, "Half a year ago I followed you, but half a year later it was you who followed me."

When Wang Xilou heard this, he kicked his calf with his embroidered shoes.

She watched how he got along with his neighbors, how he treated everyone around him gently, and his body was as warm as a light.

It's great, it would be great if she could become someone like him.

Feng Wuli turned his head, and Wang Xilou was looking at him quietly. When he saw him looking over, he smiled lightly at him.

The two of them returned together, and the summer cicada chirping ended in the autumn wind.

Wang Xilou thought that maybe she would accompany him through the last part of the journey like this.

Even if I don't want to, I can only do this and watch him grow old day by day.

She looked at his back and gradually learned his appearance.

A few days ago, that man went to Si Tianjian to accept a reward and went to annihilate a bandit alone.

She had reason to stay with him because she saw how he worked and dealt with people, but she had no reason to stay with him because she saw how he could slay demons.

Logically speaking, four days is enough for the other party to make a round trip.

But she waited for more than half a month.

Unable to sit still any longer, Wang Xilou put on a bamboo hat and went to the market of practitioners to find out the news.

"Have you heard? That great cultivator, Wang Zang, was killed by his enemies!"

"Isn't it? If not an immortal, who can take her down?"

"I heard that it was Lord Zao who took action, and it was burnt to ashes under the fire of the stove."

"Are you sure it's me?"

"Wearing a mask, we can't see our faces, but those two spirits are unmistakable, and the spirits on each other's bodies can be recognized by someone as being none other than Wang Zang himself!"

"Click"

A girl on the roadside stared blankly at the fruits and vegetables she had dropped on the ground. The wheels rolled to the street and were crushed by a passing carriage, causing red juice to burst out.

Kitchen Lord!

That day on the Xiangjiang River, there was a heavy snowfall in September. The heavy snow blew all the way to the north, freezing the rivers and changing the color of the mountains along the way.

Wang Xilou's heart ached, it turned out that there was something more painful than the betrayal.

She didn't dare to show any expression on her face, she could only numb herself with a cold face, and walked all the way north, heading towards the direction of Zao Lord.

But when passing through a mountain forest full of lava, I felt a familiar spirit. I looked down and saw a man with a mask covered in tatters climbing out of the ground.

Feng Wuli felt that his whole body was about to be burned. If it weren't for his immense spiritual power and the full force of the corpse bone freeze, he would have been almost burned to death by that old boy Zao Lord.

What a lunatic. He said that he owed someone a favor and had to kill himself.

Even if you admit the wrong person, why should he die if you owe him a favor?

It turns out that immortals don't know how to reason.

As soon as he came out of the ground and looked at the mountain fire, his whole body ached and his legs ached, and he didn't have time to recognize the east, west, north, and south.

A man fell from the sky and hugged him tightly.

Then he started to cry loudly, crying without caring, as if all the grievances of more than three hundred years had been released.

This was the first time Feng Wuli saw Wang Xilou cry with his own eyes.

He also hugged the thin woman's back, patted her, and comforted her: "Am I not dead yet?"

Wang Xilou didn't listen to him, he just kept crying, crying so aggrievedly, and there was no sign of being cold at all.

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