Chapter 85 A hundred years later is just a while ago

Hearing the sound of water dripping along the way, Wang Xilou looked up at him and was surprised: "Have you traveled to Xiangjiang again?"

"No, I'll go with Youhuang. She's too tall and I can't hold her an umbrella, so I'll get wet together for a while."

"She spoiled you so much, how could she bear to let you get wet from the rain?"

"It seems a little angry."

Wang Xilou put down the needle and thread in his hand, sighed helplessly, stepped on the wooden floor barefoot and thumped Feng Wuli's face.

She wiped Feng Wuli's face like when she was a child, pressing Feng Wuli's head with one hand and rubbing the towel with the other hand.

Just like wiping the table, Wang Xilou giggled as if he wanted to resist but was suppressed, "Wipe it yourself, hurry up and take a shower."

Then he went back to continue her needlework.

Feng Wuli took a towel to take a look.

Wang Xilou's hands are very good-looking and his skills are also very good-looking. He pinched clothes with one hand and picked up needles with the other.

The needle was penetrated, and then pulled it out again, lifted up the arm until it pulled out the thread, and started repeating this action again, just a monotonous repetition, but when you look at this scene, you can get a lot of peace, like watching the fire crackling in winter, and in summer, you can hear the clanging sound of ice cubes collide with the cup wall.

After watching for a while, he ran to take a shower for a half minute, then came out of the yard to sit and watch.

“The craftsmanship is pretty good.”

Wang Xilou glanced at him suspiciously, "Why are you sticking to your master?"

Feng Wuli was speechless, "...It's better to buy new ones if the clothes are broken."

"So much money!"

"I made a lot of money, and I can make money when I help the company work."

"Didn't that money meant to buy a house?"

She paused her hands and asked with a smile: "You said when you were a child. Even if you get married, you will take your master over and live there. You have to keep your word."

Feng Wuru is too lazy to pay attention to her.

"The old street will be demolished soon, and the master will have no place to live by then. Alas, we are actually doing it, and there are some subsidies. Those monsters in the deep mountains and forests were driven out of the scenic spot in the end. It is really miserable. You have to buy tickets when you go home."

"I have lived there for hundreds of years, are you reluctant to leave?"

"That's not!"

"When the time comes, we will find a similar place, move everything over, and then continue to open your incense and candle shop."

"This relationship is good!"

"Why are you still so poor after living for so long?"

"Do you think your master is poor?" Wang Xilou glared at him.

"Just ask."

She didn't stop her needle and thread in her hands, and thought for a while and said:

"When I just recovered my consciousness, my master was indeed rich for a while. Later, a lot of things my master wanted were not realized by money. I didn't think that money was a good thing. Just spend enough money, and my master didn't need too much."

"What do you want?" Feng Wuli was curious.

"You ask this all at once, how do I answer?"

Wang Xilou thought for a while and said, "For example, if the master wants his disciple to call him Master, no matter how rich he is, it seems that he can't do it."

After saying that, she looked over.

This little zombie is amazing.

"What you said does make sense."

Feng Wuli admitted her point of view.

Wang Xilou hummed angrily and stretched out his foot to kick Feng Wuli's calf.

The two sat for a while and the sky gradually darkened.

Feng Wuli was full of thoughts in his mind.

A woman from more than 800 years ago is sewing clothes for herself, which will make him unable to help but look down on history and mock the incompetence of time.

The work Wang Xilou had finally finished.

She has good skills and will not make scenes like her fingers, and even if she is stabbed, it will be fine.

It's impossible to break the defense.

Lift it up and let Feng Wuru see it, and there was no trace of needlework at all when the opening was opened.

"Is it powerful?"

Feng Wuruo perfunctory, "Awesome."

"Where is Ye Ji and Wanwan, why don't you see them when you come back?"

"Oh, the three of us are playing hide-and-seek, and now I'm a ghost."

“…”

"How can you do this?" Feng Wuli felt that it was not worth it for Ye Ji and the little fox.

"Oh, they are so annoying. They're all the troubles. Now they've been quiet for an afternoon. I don't know where the cat is."

She put her hands behind her back and tied the rope to her apron, with a cunning smug look in her eyes: "I guess I'm still complacent, I can't find them."

Three childish ghosts.

Feng Wuli shook his head, walked back to the counter in front and sat on, turning on the computer.

I looked at the progress of the little zombie's national war, and it has now reached the fog.

Feng Wuli thinks that foggy weather is the most difficult, even harder than a roof.

This is simply a mountain in the Battle of the Nationalities of Wangxilou. No wonder I didn’t post it in front of the computer when I came back today.

I guess I can't get through this level.

When he started to choose plants, Wang Xilou had just cooked the rice and came out of the yard. He wiped his hands and came over to see him play.

"Why are you choosing this? Wasting a grid."

"You didn't choose that clover. If you don't choose clover, you can't see zombies and you can't beat them."

"This big nut is so expensive, how can you choose it?"

She was still saying next to her that Feng Wuli would definitely not win;

Swearing;

At this time, a guest came. She looked at the screen and was reluctant to leave, so she went over and asked the guest what he wanted to buy.

When he came back, Feng Wuli was already drinking water as if nothing had happened.

The little zombie's eyes widened innocently.

what happened?

Can you win this?

"Why don't you buy those props in the store? You haven't bought a pond cleaning truck. You have to expand the grid, right? How can seven grids be enough for you?"

"That fool's thing is so expensive, it costs 5,000 gold coins for eight grids." Wang Xilou was a little reluctant.

Feng Wuli looked at her gold coins.

One, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand, ten thousand...

"How did you cast 250,000 gold coins?"

"Just play occasionally."

The wind Wuli hit a few times and bought ten grids directly, and then bought the pond cleaning truck.

Wang Xilou was beside him and looked sore.

The gold coins she had saved up with great effort were squandered by her little apprentice!

The little boy sells his godland and doesn’t feel bad!

"I won't buy it anymore, I won't buy it anymore, I don't like those plants."

"This dogtail grass is very powerful."

"You can start a play by yourself, why are you playing Master?"

Feng Wuli was kicked out of the seat, and the little zombie frowned and was a little angry.

Then a game started.

Hey, ten grids, she was extravagant and chose ten plants. Suddenly she felt that she had become wider. Wow, there were small cars in my water.

Feng Wuli watched her clumsyly start growing sunshine mushrooms, "This game is very old and not fun anymore."

"Yeah?"

Wang Xilou was puzzled, "Didn't you have a lot of fun a while ago?"

Feng Wuli pursed his lips.

Sitting down and playing with her, the master and apprentice occasionally quarreled.

Something happened a while ago when I was in the second grade of elementary school.
Chapter completed!