Chapter 179 Can’t Break through the Little Zombie Defense (Quick View)

On the last day of November, the cold air came.

It was very cold tonight, and the wind blew into the quilt. I made the bed again and replaced the mat.

In the past, Wang Xilou had done all this, but when Feng Wuli came to do it himself, he realized how troublesome it was. It was not difficult, but the trivial matters in life seemed endless, and even a steel bar would break if it was broken repeatedly.

But Wang Xilou has been working hard for more than ten years without complaint, as if he doesn't feel any hardship at all.

It's not that Feng Wuli didn't share the housework for her before, it's just that every time he picked up a broom, rag or other things, this woman would pounce on them and snatch them away, unwilling to let him do anything.

It's really speechless.

The cold in the south is so humid that even inside the room there is a bone-deep chill. The only place that is truly warm is under the quilt.

A certain little dumpling shuddered and woke up in a daze. He found that he had slept stretched out outside the quilt at some point. No wonder his body was so cold.

Xiao Xilou rubbed his eyes and looked around blankly. The room was dark.

She slowly crawled to the head of the bed, looking at the sleeping face of the man in fascination. She could only see a little outline in the night, but just seeing the outline made her feel at ease. She didn't know how to describe this feeling, Xiaoxi

Lou just thought that it would be great if he could do this every day from now on.

These two days were really a wonderful experience for her, she came to a place like a fairyland.

One of the stories that her elder brother told her tonight was that Alice's sister went to a wonderland where there were talking rabbits, a scary queen, and the Cheshire cat that always appeared suddenly.

It turned out to be a dream in the end. It turned out to be a dream all along.

Xiao Xilou looked around blankly. The cold wind howled outside the window, but there was no wind at all in this house. The house where she lived with her father and mother was very cold in winter, and the quilt on the bed was hard and soft.

It's thin, but because of my father and mother, Xiao Xilou still feels very warm. Even if she hears the rubble being blown down by the wind, even if her feet are purple from the cold, she still feels very warm. That warm mood,

That's how Xiao Xilou felt when he heard the sound of wind outside the window and looked at the outline of Feng Wuli's sleeping face in front of him.

In the story of Sister Alice, there is such a dialogue——

"because I like you"

When Alice first came to Wonderland, and when she was about to leave at the end, she said to the Mad Hatter

"I like you"

Mad Hatter asked her why

She said: "Because the crow looks like a writing desk"

The Mad Hatter asked: "Why does the crow look like a writing desk?"

Alice: "Because I like you"

Just as Alice was about to leave Wonderland, the Mad Hatter hurriedly asked

"Will you forget me?"

"No, because crows are like writing desks", Alice just left

"You will forget me.", the Mad Hatter murmured as he looked at Alice's retreating figure.

He knew that people who drank the forgetfulness potion would never regain their memories of Wonderland.

Xiao Xilou held his arm, raised his head and asked, why does the crow look like a writing desk?

The eldest brother next to her leaned against the bedside, covered with a quilt, holding the book in his hand, pinched her face and told her that there is no reason why she likes someone, just like a crow likes a writing desk.

She nodded at that time, but she didn't understand at all.

In the dark room, Xiao Xilou looked around the room, and finally looked at the man who was breathing slowly. She thought, it was like a dream.

Xiao Xilou didn't know if she would forget him if she woke up.

Don't want to forget.

I don't want to wake up either.

She lifted up the quilt a little and got in. It was very hot inside.

I accidentally stepped on someone and woke them up.

There were soft voices in the quilt.

"Well, what are you doing again?"

"Xilou wants to sleep on you..." Xiao Xilou said in a milky voice.

"You're so heavy that it won't be comfortable to sleep on me."

"Comfortable." She lay flat on someone's chest, her head touching Feng Wuli's chin.

"Is Xilou a clingy little girl? Why do you want to sleep on me?"

"Because a crow is like a writing desk."

Feng Wuli, who was half asleep and woke up, didn't react for a moment: "Why does the crow look like a writing desk?"

Xiao Xilou came up and kissed Feng Wuli on the face: "Because Xilou likes you."

"...Go to sleep, little clingy spirit."

"Xilou is a clingy little girl." She said in a cheerful tone.

"No kicking the quilt."

"Xi Lou is a good boy and won't kick the quilt."

"Good children don't wet the bed."

Xiao Xilou uttered some meaningless syllables, probably trying to be cute and get away with it. Feng Wuli just thought it was too cute and pulled her tender and smooth face to tell her to go to sleep quickly.

"Xilou doesn't want to forget you."

"Then don't forget it."

"Will you always remember Xilou?"

"Will do."

"Will do."

The next day, it was bright and clear.

Feng Wuli felt like there was something heavy lying on his body, which made him feel a little tight. His eyelids moved. When he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face, looking down at him condescendingly, his face very close.

, hair spread on both sides.

He closed his eyes again and didn't bother to pay attention.

"Why are you lying on top of me? You're so heavy."

Then he immediately opened his eyes and found that the little zombie evolved and became a little zombie. Feng Wuli sighed:

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Because a crow is like a writing desk."

There was a smile in her eyes, and she was still observing her little apprentice's face closely, without any intention of getting off him.

Wang Xilou said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of being discovered by others: "Little apprentice, let's elope."

Feng Wuli just laughed after hearing this.

"Hey, don't laugh." She was angry.

Feng Wuli began to notice the snow on Wang Xilou's shoulders, and the skin under the collarbone pressing against his chest. He suddenly realized that Wang Xilou had changed back, and she would definitely not be able to wear the clothes Xiao Xilou was wearing.

So you can imagine what is going on under the quilt now.

Wang Xilou, who had been staring at his face without speaking, suddenly blushed. She quietly moved her body to the side, but her eyes looked at Feng Wuli teasingly, and she smiled.

"I didn't think about it early in the morning."

Feng Wuli was a little speechless: "It's normal for an adolescent male to react like that so early in the morning."

Wang Xilou raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hands to pass through Feng Wuli's neck, brought his face very close, nose to nose, and said with a light smile: "Are you having bad thoughts about Master?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was actually a paragraph to tease her little apprentice, but when she saw those blazing eyes, everything was stuck in her throat.

This was the first time Wang Xilou saw such an aggressive look in his young apprentice's eyes, as if he wanted to tear her skin and bones apart and swallow her whole body.

As a little zombie with high attack and low defense, Feng Wuli didn't even need sweet words. Just one look made her surrender.

The two looked at each other quietly, the distance gradually getting closer, and the little zombie slowly turned his face.

It's already dark outside, and this doesn't seem to be the moment that everyone is looking forward to. It's not the words to conquer each other after a quarrel, or the encouraging embrace of each other while waiting for rescue after being in danger. It's the prefix plot prepared for this moment in all stories.

Nothing at all, it was just a hug after waking up, the hot breath spraying on each other's face, the spring scenery that could not be concealed by the quilt, it was not even night, even the time was an autumn morning without any emotion.

But at this moment, one wants to get and the other wants to give, as if all the prefixes are not worth mentioning.

Wang Xilou stretched out a snow-like arm and silently covered their heads with the quilt on his back.

Everything must be done naturally, and Feng Wuli never deliberately avoids this. Wang Xilou felt that this moment should have been five hundred years ago, but it is still not too late.

"..."
To be continued...