Away from the rooster blood, Wen Xi calmed down, but the redness on his face still did not fade away. Pixiu hugged him upstairs and sat on the sofa, his fingertips moved, and the water mirror slowly appeared in front of Wen Xi.
"What are you doing?" Wen Xi was stunned when he saw the water mirror. He touched the red lines on his face and murmured, "What is this."
Pi Xiu said with a cold face, "This is Taotie's demon pattern."
Wen Xi turned her face to the side of the mirror and looked hard at the mirror, then frowned and asked, "Can you see that too? Expert."
"I can't tell, but I can smell the gluttonous demonic smell on your body." Pi Xiu held his hand bone and touched it up little by little along his sleeve, feeling the demonic power flowing slowly under his skin. From noticeable fluctuations to restored calm.
Pi Xiu's hand had already touched Wen Xi's shoulder, and the monster lines on the man's face had receded. Pi Xiu pulled him closer to his embrace and touched the slightly protruding bone at the back of his neck.
The little things that were cold all over the body were only warm and hot here. Pi Xiu released him: "Taotie left a demon bone on your body to protect you. Just now you were emotional and felt threatened, and the demon pattern was exposed."
Wen Xiyi was happy: "Then my current demon power is very powerful?"
"I can beat the five monkeys downstairs and a broom." Pi Xiu said lightly.
Wen Xi choked, thinking that it wasn't about zero.
Pixiu touched his chin, wondering if he should lift the chicken downstairs upstairs to frighten Wen Xi again, and let him observe carefully. But the little thing just turned pale with fright, and his hands and body were shaking, so let's forget it.
Pixiu: "You don't have to be afraid of rooster blood now. It's something to deal with uncultivated lonely ghosts, and it can't hurt you at all. I'll let them boil the soup later and bring it up for you to drink."
Wen Xi was puzzled: "It stands to reason that people use old hens to make up their bodies. Why do they use roosters? The rooster is very yang. What if I drink one, two, three?"
Pixiu waved his hand: "What do you know, it's called fighting poison with poison, and the yang energy in me is much heavier than that of a rooster. You'll be fine if you're next to me. One or two roosters are nothing."
At least 10,000 roosters are needed to compare with themselves.
Wen Xi laughed, thinking of how he was downstairs just now and felt a little ashamed. He touched his face and asked, "It doesn't matter if the demon pattern was just seen."
"It's alright, the monster pattern is like a ghost talisman. Who can recognize it? If you recognize it, you can say it's mine." Pi Xiu didn't think there was a monster who would dare to make trouble, unless it was a gluttonous creditor.
The bead curtain was shaken, and Hou Er stood outside the curtain and said, "Boss, someone downstairs is looking for it, saying that the Women's Federation came to investigate the situation!"
Pixiu was taken aback: "What are you investigating? I wonder if there are no women in our store."
The women's federation came, and came with a report phone.
They were polite at first. They introduced themselves first, and then expressed their admiration for Pixiu, the big demon, and greetings to his new wife.
Wen Xi sat next to Pi Xiu, her face froze, thinking that monsters are really ahead of their minds, as long as men and women can be the same, there is really no difference in love.
The cadre of the Women's Federation smiled at Pi Xiu: "I think Boss Pi understands elegance very well. There is a teahouse in Laoshe, so you can open a restaurant."
Pi Xiu smiled and said, "That's it, my demon world Lao She."
Wen Xi: …
It doesn't have to be that way.
The cadre of the Women's Federation is a lotus flower and a direct disciple of He Erxian. He has seen too many family conflicts in these years, but he can't stand Pi Xiu, a shameless old man, and he went straight to the point and said: "Someone reported to us that you have domestic violence."
Pixiu and Wenxi were both stunned.
The lotus essence looked at Wenxi: "Is it true? Don't be afraid, we will protect you once the situation is true."
Wen Xi was about to shake his head when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Wu Zu coming in from the door out of the corner of his eye.
Pixiu hugged him subconsciously, lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Wu Zu came in." Wen Xi lowered his voice and pointed to the door.
Lotus Jing looked at the two people in front of her, and coughed lightly: "It seems that the report we received seems to be wrong."
Pixiu nodded immediately: "We are in a good relationship, any report is false, it's just that he was picky eaters and got angry with me today."
The smile on the lotus essence's face became brighter: "Since this is the case, please take a picture for us, and we can also send a public account to clarify it for you."
Pixiu: …
Wen Xi: …
Wu Zu went out to forage with his classmates after class. After searching around, he decided to go to the one he ate last night. Tremella lotus seeds were delicious and cheap. As soon as he opened the door, he didn't find Wenxi, but he saw the station at first sight. Jia Suzhen singing on stage.
The two looked at each other, Jia Suzhen smiled, put her sleeves together, and sang: "I have also been to the Qionglin Banquet, and I have also played in front of Mayu Street..."
The actors on the stage were singing and their clothes were flying, and the scholars off the stage were engrossed in listening to the play. The time seemed to overlap for a moment, but it was soon staggered.
There seemed to be a lot of people in the store today, and the classmates around him pushed Wu Zu: "What are you doing standing there, find a place to sit."
Wu Zu recovered and glanced at Jia Suzhen again.
He thought to himself, have I seen her somewhere, why does it seem familiar
Wu Zu went back to school and started his evening self-study. He didn't remember where he and the waiter sister had met, but the more he thought about it, the more familiar he became. .
He came home with his schoolbag on his back, thinking about Jia Suzhen's familiar things, but he didn't continue to do the questions. After washing up, he climbed into bed early to rest, and when his head rested on the pillow, he remembered the horrible dream last night.
Wu Zu stared at him and didn't dare to sleep.
It's not like dreaming about the same thing for two days in a row, right? Wu Zu comforted himself and slowly closed his eyes, hoping that there would be no historical politics in today's dream.
He slept peacefully for a while, but Wenxi might be late, but he would never be absent.
Wu Zu looked at Wen Xi who was counting the papers in front of him with a demented face, and asked, "Why are you here again?"
"Me?" Wen Xi gave a hand, and then asked back: "I also want to ask you why you went to bed so early today, which made me come late and wasted a class time in vain."
Wu Zu was going crazy: "What class, you didn't get off get out of class last night at all."
"Do you still want to quit get out of class with your current grades?" Wen Xi took out the transcript and began to read, and publicly executed Wu Zu for only 80% in mathematics.
Wu Zu jumped three feet high, grabbed the transcript in his hand and asked, "How do you have my transcript?"
After asking him, he felt stupid again. This was his dream. It was a subconscious reflection in the depths of his cerebral cortex. How could he not know his transcript.
Could it be that he is actually a boy who loves learning very much? But in the past, he didn't let go of eating, drinking, and having fun. He was so focused that he only spent three points on his studies, and he relied on a little careful thought to move around in the middle of the grade. Is it really only in a dream that he can see his true self
He stared at Wen Xi with burning eyes, thinking that his true self looks so good-looking and earned!
"Why are you staring at me?" Wen Xi asked quietly.
This kind of eager gaze is really chilling.
Wu Zu returned to his senses and smirked: "You look good!"
"Really." Wen Xi confidently shook his head: "I also think I look good."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a slap on the waist. Pixiu was writing on his back, warning him not to talk nonsense, and hurry up and start lecturing.
Wu Zu looked at the paper in his hand and asked, "Do you want to do history today?"
Wen Xi coughed lightly and patted Pixiu's hand behind him: "No, I'm doing math today."
"Math?" Wu Zu immediately frowned and covered his head, and began to recite something: "No math, no math, no math..."
Wen Xi: …
Wenxi: "What are you doing?"
"I'm hypnotizing myself. Anyway, this is my own dream. As long as I can hypnotize myself, you won't do math for me." Wu Zu said with certainty: "You can do anything, just don't do math!"
Wen Xi sneered: "If you knock yourself out with a stick, you will have to do this set of papers when you wake up."
He unfolded the paper and spread it out in front of Wu Zu, and shoved the pen into the student boy's hand, indicating that he could start his performance.
Wu Zu begged to look at him: "Can you not write it?"
It might be a bit lethal to replace the pitiful appearance with Wu Yan's handsome face, but now Wu Zu, a four-eyed student boy, can only make Wen Xi's scalp numb.
Wen Xi asked, "Do you know what your coquettish look looks like?"
Wu Zu vaguely expected: "Like what?"
Wenxi: "It doesn't look like anything, but it's ugly."
Wu Zu: …
Damn, why do you still scold yourself in your dreams? Is this self-criticism in politics? Damn!
He put the pen down and changed his perspective: "Well, let's not write papers, let's chat. I met a restaurant waiter today, you should know who it is."
Wen Xi didn't dare to answer for a while, how did this kid know that he knew who Jia Suzhen was? Does he still see himself today
"After all, you are me, and you must have seen what I have seen." Wu Zu slammed the table: "This is not the point, the point is that the elder sister sang the Huangmei opera so well, obviously I didn't think she was so good-looking the first time I saw her, But today she is standing on the stage singing and the whole person is different."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh: "So you fell in love at first sight?"
"No, I just think she looks familiar, and I always feel like I've seen her somewhere." Wu Zu held his face in distress: "You said if I want to ask her tomorrow, maybe she remembers where we met."
The student boy said and laughed sullenly: "And she smiled at me as soon as I entered the door today, she must know me."
Wen Xi was so happy to see the story in the storybook play out, but he didn't forget his mission, interrupting Wu Zu's sweet dream and saying, "If you want to ask, it's a matter of tomorrow, so I'll finish the paper today."
Wu Zu was still stubbornly resisting: "If I study in my dreams every night, I won't remember it when I wake up the next day!"
Wen Xi was startled and asked quickly, "Did you not remember what you carried yesterday when you woke up today?"
If you don't remember, your efforts last night weren't meat buns beating dogs
"That's not true..." Wu Yu replied weakly, "I remember it all, and I even recited the teacher's back in class."
Wen Xi was relieved, and the expression on his face became cold again: "What nonsense, hurry up and write the questions, there are three math papers tonight."
Wu Zu choked in a breath, and said after a long while, "I still have monthly exams on Friday, you can't do this, I'll have a nervous breakdown..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was hit on the head.
As soon as the student boy touched three feet high, he frantically turned around and swayed: "Which one beat Lao Tzu?"
Pixiu slapped him on the chair again, Wen Xi saw Wu Zu's body trembling with fright, and said with great compassion, "If you don't write the paper well, I will teach you a lesson."
"Can't start, will..."
Wen Xi waved his hand: "Don't worry, it won't be broken, it's just a psychic for you."
All grievances were violently suppressed by Pi Xiu. Teacher Pi's class officially started. The children's academic performance is not good, most of them are due to be beaten, and they will understand after cleaning up.
After pressing Wu Zu to do the problem for one night, Wen Xi understood that either this little brat didn't know it, or was lazy, too lazy to think about it, too lazy to do the math.
Fortunately, Pixiu was watching, otherwise, he would definitely not be able to handle him by himself.
Finally, when it was dawn, Wen Xi, who had finished her hard work in education, lay down on the bed and sighed, and Pi Xiu sighed as well.
Wen Xi looked at him: "I've been talking all the time, you just sit and watch, what are you sighing for?"
"Why can't I sigh? It's hard to deal with little brats these days. Fortunately, I don't want brats. If my son is doing questions and reading books, he will have to ask for four pushes. He doesn't need to deduct his life from heaven, and he will die from anger."
Wen Xi smiled: "If it's not your own son, you won't be able to do it."
Pixiu fanned against him: "Hmph, I wouldn't find someone to ask for a cub at all. There's nothing to discuss about this topic."
As soon as the words came out, the two non-human old guys who were lying on the same bed were silent for a while. After all, the two were still holding a red thread, so it was a match made by God. Besides, the Women's Federation came yesterday, and Pixiu also It can be regarded as giving Wen Xi an identity in front of people.
But now Pi Xiu is denying it, and Wen Xi doesn't know what to say.
Pixiu interrupted the embarrassment with a light cough: "You have a good rest, I'll go down."
"Why are you going down, you didn't rest all night, didn't you sleep for a while?" Wen Xi leaned on the side of the bed and leaned back against the bed, motioning Pixiu to lie down and rest. This old monster has a complicated face.
Pixiu stared at Wen Xi, who was lying on the bed with a pale complexion against the dark sheets and an unguarded face. He couldn't help but want to reach out, but he held back.
Is this little thing inviting me? Could it be that yesterday's own words gave him hope he shouldn't have
Is this the Hongmen Banquet? No, even if it's not himself, he can't take the bait. He is really noble, not worthy of mortals, nor worthy of mortal ghosts!
Wen Xi frowned: "What are you thinking?"
Pixiu is still immersed in his own world, I must be thinking too much. The little things just came out of the jar. Although they can watch TV series, they can't surf the Internet. They don't know that people in this world are sinister, and they don't know that there is a thing called Zhinan.
He covered Wen Xi with a quilt and said in a heavy tone, "Men, also protect yourself."
Wenxi: ? ?
"What are you talking nonsense about?" Wen Xi yawned: "If you don't sleep, turn off the light, and if you don't sleep, turn off the light and go downstairs quickly."
After he finished speaking, he subconsciously touched Pixiu's hand, and seeing that there was no fever, he knew that he was not angry because of what he said, and his tone became bolder: "You can't keep sleeping all the time, I read the news that he would die suddenly. "
Pi Xiu responded, and when he saw him buried in the quilt, a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he patted his thigh and said, "I was thinking that your lectures are so good, we can set up a cram school to help students like Wu Zu. .The intensity of the courses is tailored, and the fees are also increased…”
He said, Wen Xi stretched out a finger from the quilt and pointed to the door.
"roll!"