On the way back it started to snow again.

Snow particles fell on the little zombie's long hair. Sitting behind the women's motorcycle, he could only see the curves of the side of the little zombie. A few snow particles fell on the eyelashes. The soft curves of the face were white and greasy, and the lower half of the face was white.

Wrapped in an old-fashioned and thick scarf, white mist came out of the gaps in the scarf.

She was watching the traffic light change, trying to rush out at the moment the light turned green. The little zombie was always so childish.

He was still humming something.

"What are you singing?"

The voice paused.

She twisted her neck left and right, and said casually: "Nothing, just hum and sing to ward off the cold."

"Is it cold?"

"It's okay."

"You are in a good mood."

"Hey, Master is always in a good mood. When you see Master is unhappy, there's no telling what Master's mentality is."

"Five hundred years ago, weren't you unhappy all the time and looking cold and cold?"

"Uh, it happened so many years ago, why are you always bringing up old scores?" She looked at the red light for several seconds and silently recited five numbers in her mind.

"It's snowing."

Wang Xilou wanted to say something, but felt itchy on his neck.

The little apprentice pulled away the scarf, lowered his head from behind and buried his face on her neck. She was just about to say don't do it, but it was very itchy. She felt a warm current flowing in from the place where the two of them were touching, soaking into her whole body. The dry ditch was filled with winter snow.

Dissolve and introduce new water.

She looked straight ahead and muttered, "You are so old and you still like to act coquettishly with Master."

When the green light came on, she forgot to take the photo. She turned the switch angrily and walked away.

She almost couldn't remember what it was like five hundred years ago, but she remembered it clearly twelve years ago. It was exactly the same as now, except that the boy behind her, who looked like a little dumpling, now looked like a big bear.

That's right, Wang Xilou feels that his current apprentice is like a big bear, and he is the honey pot, and the big bear likes him to death.

Being so close, he finally heard clearly what the little zombie was humming just now.

"Cut the devils on their heads with the big knife——"

"..."

Hum, this really keeps away the cold.

…

After the family had eaten, Po Nu returned to the shadow to rest.

The shadows are in a similar situation to Wang Xilou in that they need to rely on spiritual power to maintain themselves. However, unlike Wang Xilou, Wang Xilou did not retain any spiritual power in his body, and all of it was given to nine shadows. Among them, Wumingzhan is no longer there.

After getting the bulk, the remaining eight were more or less divided.

If they consume too much spiritual energy, they will also go into sleep. Only by resting in the shadow can they recover quickly.

Po Nu has been too wild recently. He wears short sleeves in the winter and consumes too much spiritual energy. He probably won't be able to come out in a short time.

"Chifu, do you want to go back and take a rest?" he suggested kindly.

"Do you think anyone is as stupid as her?"

Chifu came from the dining room holding a cup of hot water and snorted: "I've always been careful to keep warm."

What an amazing speech.

Feng Wuli saw through Wang Xilou, who was hugging the sheets tightly on the sofa, "Have you paid attention to keeping warm?"

"Reporting to my apprentice, master wears seven or eight pieces of clothing every day, with baby warmers attached inside." She gave a less than standard salute.

This woman was recently watching "Bright Sword" on iQiyi on the computer at the counter.

Feng Wuli nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good. If you put it in Li Yunlong's army, you can eat meat."

The little zombie's eyes turned into crescent moons as he smiled, stretched out a foot and kicked him, but Feng Wuli grabbed his ankle.

He was planning to tease the master.

"Lord Feng Wuli! Lord Feng Wuli!"

Wanwan ran upstairs from the bottom of the stairs, looking very excited, holding one in her hand.

"Lord Feng Wuli, look, they gave Wanwan this one. When it is lit, it will spurt out light."

Her tail kept wagging behind her and she handed the firework to Feng Wuli. He suspected that she was so excited that she was about to spin in circles.

"Who gave it to you?" Feng Wuli took it.

As a result, Wanwan really spun around in front of Feng Wuli, looking as excited as chasing her tail, "It was given to Wanwan by the kids in the old street. Wanwan watched them play for a day, and they gave it to her."

A piece of string."

She wanted to let go, but didn't dare, and immediately rushed back to find Feng Wuli. The little fox raised her head and saw that Feng Wuli was holding a fairy stick that looked like a holy object in his hand, his eyes sparkling.

"Wanwan, do you want to let go?"

"Wanwan doesn't dare!"

"Want me to help you release it?"

"Yeah!" She nodded desperately.

Feng Wuli thought it was funny, so what was the difference between playing it for herself and watching those children play today, and she was so excited.

"But I don't dare to do anything?"

"Ah, Lord Feng Wuli doesn't dare?"

"Yes, playing with fire is dangerous."

"Master Feng Wuli doesn't even dare..." Wanwan obviously did not expect this situation.

"But if Wanwan helps me, I might dare."

"Wanwan, how can I help you?" She clenched her fists and looked up.

Feng Wuli gradually revealed his purpose: "If Wanwan agrees to let me play with her tail, I might dare to do it."

Wanwan immediately hugged her tail.

She gritted her silver teeth with a ferocious look on her face, and her cute little tiger teeth were full of tangles. She was at war with nature in her heart. Should she let Master Feng Wuli play with her tail? The tail was not something that could be touched casually, but she really wanted to play with it.

Something that shines.

"The fox's tail cannot be touched..."

Finally, Wanwan said weakly: "I can only let Master Feng Wuli play for a while."

Feng Wuli smiled and agreed.

He went to find a lighter, and Wanwan, a little follower, followed behind him.

The two planned to go to the balcony to hang out.

Wang Xilou originally thought there was nothing interesting to watch, so he was watching TV there, but when he saw these two little guys making trouble, he also joined them.

Yeji followed up on cat steps, Chifu pretended to go to the balcony to collect clothes, and the last few people watched the fairy wand being lit on fire.

On the night of Junsha in January, the smoke was rising straight upward, and the white light from the fireworks in their hands illuminated the faces of several people, making a sizzling sound.

Wanwan was extremely satisfied, her eyes sparkling as she looked at the flickering light.

Feng Wuli asked her to hold it for a while. Wanwan froze, but she still took it. She watched the light approaching her hand, and finally extinguished it, and the balcony returned to darkness.

"It's amazing." She said blankly.

"Go wash your hands."

"We have seen more powerful ones." Ye Ji was very proud.

"It's so cold." Wang Xilou also went back, along with Chifu who had just pretended to collect clothes.

I got the privilege of playing with Wanwan's tail tonight, and the little fox looked so cute as if he was going to be tortured.

In fact, the fun part about Wanwan's tail is that you can see Wanwan's cute reactions. For example, right now, she is sitting on the edge of the sofa, her little feet can't reach the ground, her toes are curling up and loosening, and she clenches her little fists and puffs her face.

, watching TV angrily, not wanting to care about the tail being twisted into various shapes behind him, but from time to time he let out a miserable cry.

In the end, Wanwan blushed and said shyly that she could no longer play, and Feng Wuli regretfully stopped.

Wanwan took Ye Ji and went to play with Chifu, who would read them stories, but she didn't know many words.

Unable to play with Wanwan's tail, he started playing with Master's hand.

Thin and soft, as soft as boneless.

Feng Wuli watched TV with her tonight. He just finished the exam and was a little leisurely.

Wang Xilou felt her clothes being peeled off one by one. She frowned and the people next to her stopped.

Feng Wuli felt that he was smoothing the tiger's hair. When Wang Xilou left him alone, he would continue to strip her.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Xilou finally got impatient with him.
To be continued...