"Back to the tomb palace?!"
"Why?! Didn't we live well!"
Why go back to the underground palace? There is no electricity, no internet, no other people, and no delicious food. No matter how you think it is better to be on the ground
Wang Xiaoba clenched her fists and looked at Wen Fengjin in disbelief.
Wen Fengjin was silent for a while, and then asked, "Don't you want to accompany me back to the tomb palace?"
I am willing to accompany you to the earth, but don't you want to accompany me back again
Wang Xiaoba seemed to see this sentence in Wen Fengjin's eyes. He stiffened, like a deflated ball, and the unbelievable and eager desire to refute Wen Fengjin was completely shattered.
He didn't even dare to look into Wen Feng's eyes.
"I-I don't want to go back, I ask why?"
Wang Xiaobaa squatted on the ground with her head down, her depressed head was about to drop to the ground.
Wen Fengjing looked at him like this and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
After the gloomy face, the beautiful beauty under the moon turned into an evil Asura ghost who wanted to eat people.
He pulled Wang Xiaoba on the ground over, Wen Fengjin's strength was great, and Wang Xiaoba didn't react, so he rolled into Wen Fengjin's arms in a state of embarrassment, with both hands messing around. After waving for a long time, he was restrained and pressed his wrist against Wen Fengjin's heart.
In summer, the thin fabric can't keep the soft touch of the skin off. Wang Xiaobaa was taken aback, coupled with complex emotions such as guilt, anxiety, and unease—
Anyway, he was blown away.
"Did you hit me!" He asked with wide eyes, and he was immediately convicted before Wen Fengjing could answer, "You hit me! You hit me!"
Convicted and immediately escalated the crime.
"You domesticate me!"
Hearing the wind: "..."
"I do not… "
"You are domestic violence against me!!" Wang Xiaoba's face flushed red, her eyes burst into tears, and she shouted aggrieved and beaten: "I want to domestic violence you too!"
Hearing the wind: "..."
After he finished speaking, he screamed and rushed towards Wen Fengjing. He couldn't pull his hand out and twisted back and forth. He wanted to give Wen Fengjing a headbutt with his forehead.
It looks like a girlfriend who is more brutal than terrorists. At least terrorists can communicate, but angry little dumplings are completely unable to communicate.
Wang Xiaoba almost hit Wen Fengjin's chin with the headbutt several times, Wen Fengjin could only tilt his head back, and Wang Xiaoba was not old and twisted to break free. about to fall.
In this way, Big Brother Wen, who had never dared to disobey, was also angry.
He let go of Wang Xiaobaa's hand and held his head when Wang Xiaobaa rushed over.
Wen Fengjin's limbs are slender and taller than Wang Xiaomao, so when he pressed Wang Xiaomao's forehead with one hand, Wang Xiaomao cried out, "Kill you to kill you." I swiped it in front of me, like a propeller, and I didn't hit the wind at all, but the frying hair looked clumsy and cute.
In the eyes of Wen·lover, Xishi comes with a million filters·big brother, and the anger that surged up in his chest has dissipated a lot when he saw this scene.
However, it has to be cleaned up.
Before Wang Xiaoba could realize what was going on, he was picked up by his armpits, and then turned upside down, his stomach rested on Wen Fengjin's legs, and his upper body was lying on the floor.
"You! Don't pull my pants! What are you doing! Ah, domestic violence! You're a hooligan!"
At this time, Bai Yu may have been awakened, and opened the door sleepily, "What's the matter, baa... What time is it... It's exciting!"
He saw that Wen Feng pulled Wang Xiaobaa's pants with a wretched smile, "Hey, I know everything~ I'm bothering you to continue."
After saying that, he slammed the door shut.
Wang Xiaobaa: ... You know the shit! Escort it!
The sweatpants that reached the knee were ripped off, Wen Fengjin pressed Wang Xiaoba's waist tightly with one hand, raised his head to avoid Wang Xiaoba's kicking legs, and then raised his palms high——
"Snapped!"
"Ow!"
"My ass!"
This slap was merciless, and Wang Xiaoba let out a scream, feeling that his tailbone was broken.
"Say, are you not willing to go back to the tomb with me? Huh?" Wen Fengjin asked him with a frown in a low voice.
Wang Xiaobaa struggled with tears in her eyes but kept her mouth shut.
"Snapped!"
"Whoops! I've heard the wind, your uncle! Wait for me to go upstairs and burn you to death with Kaiming!"
"Say, do you want to!"
Wang Xiaobaa lay on the ground like a little turtle that couldn't turn over. She pouted her lips and held back her tears, while vaguely taking time to greet Wen Fengjin's seven aunts and eight aunts. Lightly, slapped on his ass.
He beat him a few times, but Wang Xiaobaa didn't want to give in, the two snow-white lumps were all red, Wen Fengjin's raised hand was put down again, and after a while of silence, he didn't hold him anymore.
Said, "No conscience."
This sentence annoyed Wang Xiaoba, and he simply stopped getting up, pouted his swollen ass, turned his head and shouted at Wen Feng, "I have no conscience?! I have no conscience. You carry the knife and worry about you?! I have no conscience. The first thing I do to restore my memory is to forgive you?"
"If other people encountered a black-bellied pervert like you, they would have run away!"
After Wang Xiaobaa finished speaking, she sniffed, her voice weakened, "Although I don't want to go back, I can't bear to live a modern and comfortable life, I can't bear to have a mobile phone, a computer, WiFi air conditioner, a takeaway fried chicken and cola barbecue, I can't bear to give up animation and games, and I can't bear to..."
"..." Wen Fengjin twitched his forehead, his face getting darker and darker, just when he was about to speak, he heard Wang Xiaoba say—
"Although I can't bear those, but if you want to go back, I will definitely go back with you." He stretched out his hand to cover his buttocks in discomfort, although his voice was low and his mouth full of reluctance, he still said: "...you go. Where do I naturally go, and they say that I have no conscience - I will call the police and arrest you!"
Hearing the low air pressure slowly dissipating here, the brows also stretched.
"Oh, it hurts me..." Wang Xiaobaa's buttocks hurt so much, she turned back angrily and glared at the wind.
On the other hand, Wen Fengjin showed a smile, "So you don't want to go with me?"
"Of course I don't want to!" Wang Xiaoba murmured, "but there's no way... you go and I'll go... "
Although he likes the modern and convenient life, he doesn't really want to be separated from Wen Feng. Wang Xiaoba is very clear about this.
Wen Feng laughed.
Then he pulled Wang Xiaobaa's trousers up and rubbed it for him. Wang Xiaobaa pushed his hand away in a fit of anger and stuck it to the ground like a salted fish, without turning over.
"… When are we leaving?"
Wang Xiaobaa raised his head and asked.
Wen Fengjing said at this time: "We will be leaving tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, but it is not that we will not come back."
"What?! We're coming back!" Wang Xiaoba was stunned.
"Yes." Wen Feng nodded, "I said that I would go back because a few days later happened to be the time that my old friend and I agreed to reunite 40 years ago. We kept our word and couldn't break the contract."
"So we'll be back later?"
Wen Feng nodded again.
Wang Xiaobaa: "..."
"Why didn't you say it earlier!!!" Wang Xiao cried out, why did I get this beating, my ass!
and many more!
Wang Xiaobaa looked up suspiciously and saw Wen Fengjin get up from the floor.
"When did you have friends?"
It's almost as incredible as a rooster laying eggs to have friends.
Others don't know Wang Xiaobaa, don't they know? Big Brother Wen has never had any friends since he became a 'Demon Lord' in his previous life. As for his brutality of "killing you", almost all Everyone would turn around when they heard his name.
Is it a modern friend
That's even more impossible! The two of them are 'just unearthed' cultural relics. He has seen all the people Wen Fengjin has met. How can there be any friends who can drink together with Wen Fengjin for 40 years
Could it be possible... Wang Xiaobaa couldn't say enough, "That friend of yours can't be a zongzi too, right?"
Hearing the wind: "Yes."
Wang Xiaobaa: "..." Okay, now the dumplings are not lying in their own graves, and they still have to walk to other people's graves to join the door.
"He's very similar to mine." Speaking of this friend, Big Brother Wen showed some admiration in his eyes, "Although the age is 200 years apart from you and me, the power is above you."
"What's the matter..." Wang Xiaoba pouted, "Sailor Moon in one word is more powerful than me."
"However, the way of doing things is similar to yours..." Wang Xiaoba tutted and sighed: "It seems that he is a scum again."
Hearing the wind: "..."
"Okay, let's go back." Wang Xiaoba stood up, clutching her buttocks, the more it hurt, the more she felt that it wasn't worth being beaten inexplicably.
"...I just don't know what happened to the temple that I asked Sister Lei to repair. I can take a look when I go back."
Wang Xiaoba thought for a while, and Wen Fengjing stood up behind him, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, but Wang Xiaoba stared and opened his eyes.
"Don't touch me! Look at the spanking you gave me!" Wang Xiaoba shouted fiercely, "There is no good end for domestic violence men! I want to divorce a man like you! Break up!"
"Drink!"
"..." Wen Fengji raised his brows and was about to say something.
Wang Xiaobaa realized that it was not good, so he turned around and ran away. With that flexible movement, he couldn't see any injuries on his buttocks at all.
It seems that it was so miserable just now, it was completely disguised.
Wen Feng smiled and shook his head to keep up with the second floor.
The next morning, Wen Fengjing handed a box to Bai Yu, and said with some deep meaning, "If he proposes anything, remember to promise him."
Bai Yu was startled, somewhat confused.
But Wen Fengjing didn't mean to go on, so Bai Yu had to take the small box and follow the route they went yesterday to Yiyan's shop.
Immediately I understood what I said...
[The author has something to say: It's a little late today, I edited an old article and added two new ones.