"..."

However, about three or four minutes passed under the quilt, and the rustling movement stopped, and muffled conversations could be heard vaguely, along with sounds like how could this happen, why couldn't it work, and so on.

Then a boy opened the quilt with a dark face. His upper body was muscular, but his face was full of depression, and he was extremely unhappy.

Next to her, Wang Xilou was still lying on the bed, lying flat on her back and looking at the person sitting upright next to her. She had a blush on her face, but she couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"...Get up, get up, it's Friday, I have to go back to school later."

"Master's body is at the level of an immortal, and the Corpse Immortal that Master cultivates is for body training. It is probably difficult for other immortals to break through Master's defense, but I didn't expect this."

"Please stop talking..."

Although she was also very depressed, the young apprentice's expression was so rare that she found it very interesting. After thinking about it, she asked tentatively: "How about letting Po Nu replace the master?"

Feng Wuli's face turned darker, and he looked glum, just like when he was a child, he wanted that book with the Digimon pattern cover and deliberately pretended not to know. He didn't say he wanted it either, but with that little expression on his face, how could Wang Xilou not

Got it.

She covered her neck with the quilt, stretched out her little head and her tender shoulders, thought about it, and said with a smile in her eyes: "Maybe Master can help you in other ways?"

But that day, Wang Xilou still bought him the book with the Digimon cover.

Feng Wuli's expression was very exciting for a while.

Then it became silent.

Wang Xilou slowly frowned as time passed.

"I can't blame you, and of course I can't blame the master. Well, there should be a solution. I heard that there is a spirit in Penglai that can control every inch of the body. Master, go and ask if you can learn it, and learn it specifically.

This feels weird, but Master will definitely learn it carefully."

"...Don't talk at this time."

"oh."

Today's morning is ordinary but special for Feng Wuli.

He didn't react until Wang Xilou asked him to get a tissue to wipe her hands.

He stood up and took out a few tissues. He watched the little zombie wipe his white hands carefully and put his hand under his nose out of curiosity to smell it. The expression on his face became extremely complicated. Feng Wuli stood aside and was already stupid.

.

She crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it under the bed for the time being.

"Get out quickly. Master still needs to put on clothes and won't show you."

Feng Wuli was still looking at Wang Xilou's hand.

He thought her hands were indeed beautiful, much prettier than the hand models on the Internet, but once he realized what this hand had just done, he felt panicked in his heart.

He whispered: "I just saw it."

"go out!"

"Why are you so loud..."

He went out dejectedly, and when he closed the door, he looked at the red ears of the little zombie and realized that he was probably not the only one who was feeling panicked.

Classmate Feng Wuli also felt lighter.

After he finished washing, Wang Xilou also pushed out the door. He was wearing a white knitted sweater on the upper body and a lotus-colored warm jacket underneath. Feng Wuli had worn at least five or six pieces, judging from how bloated she was.

A pair of casual trousers, with a section of green long johns exposed on the left leg of the trousers, a pair of cotton slippers on his feet, a pair of gray socks with some fluff on his ankles, and a pair of ugly but hot-looking ones on his neck.

Fleece red scarf.

The average temperature today was probably only seven or eight degrees, so she looked extremely cold, and overall, she was dressed like an old lady in the village.

The little zombie is not supposed to be afraid of cold, but she also has the ability to sense cold and warmth, and a specific body temperature is required to maintain the body's activities.

Thirty-six degrees is the most suitable body temperature for the body to fully function. In recent years, she has discovered that maintaining the body temperature at around 30 degrees is the most energy-saving. If the temperature is lower, the joints will become stiff and become

He can only stretch his arms and jump around like a zombie in a zombie movie.

Just like the human body maintains temperature balance by eating, Wang Xilou maintains temperature balance by consuming spiritual energy.

Thirty degrees is the most appropriate energy-saving mode that combines the consumption of spiritual power and the impact on the body's ability to move.

In winter, in order to reduce the consumption of spiritual power, she almost always wears very thick clothes, as if she is very afraid of the cold. When it is the coldest, she even wraps herself into a ball. She also likes to sleep next to the heater and hold a hot water bottle at night.

Cover yourself with several layers of quilts to avoid losing heat.

But she shouldn’t need to cover herself with multiple layers of quilts this year because she has a Little Disciple brand warm pillow.

"Can you please wear better clothes? Your long johns are all exposed."

The old lady glared at Feng Ruiruan, gave him a small slap, and then took a small step to wash her hands with a sanitary napkin.

After washing for a while, you should smell it, and then squeeze some hand sanitizer to wash it off.

"..."

"Lord Feng Wuli, good morning."

The door opened, and a cute little vixen came out yawning, with one ear raised and the other folded, and its tail began to sway unconsciously after seeing Feng Wuli.

"Wanwan got up late."

"Because the weather suddenly became very cold." Wanwan shrank her neck pitifully.

"Winter is coming."

Wanwan stretched herself and entered the shower room to brush her teeth. When she saw Wang Xilou still washing his hands, she asked innocently: "Wang Xilou, why are you washing your hands all the time?"

"...My hands are a little dirty."

Wanwan took her toothbrush and mouthwash cup, tilted her head, swept her tail back and forth behind her, and said doubtfully:

"Wanwan didn't see that your hands were dirty. Did you touch something unclean?"

"Well, it's not something unclean." Wang Xilou looked a little embarrassed.

Those who watch at a speed are usually the ones who may need to be called in for correction soon.
Chapter completed!