Chapter 61: Zombies still come to the door

"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 good food. How do you think it is better to be on the ground?
Wang Xiao clenched his fists and looked at the wind in disbelief.
Wen Feng tried to be silent for a while, then asked: "Aren't you willing to accompany me back to the tomb palace?"
I am willing to accompany you to the ground, but don't you want to accompany me to go back?
Wang Xiaoma seemed to see this sentence in Wen Feng's eyes. He stiffened, like a deflated ball, and his unbelievable desire to refute Wen Feng's desire was completely broken at once.
Even a little dare not look at the windy eyes.
"I, I am not going back, I ask why is it possible?"
Wang Xiaoma sat on the ground with his head hanging down, and his depressed head was about to fall to the ground.
Wen Fengjin looked at his face and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
After gloomy face, the beautiful moon became a Shura evil spirit who wanted to eat people.
He pulled Wang Xiaoba on the ground, and the power of Wenfeng's exhaustion was great. Plus Wang Xiaoma didn't react, he was almost embarrassed and rolled into Wenfeng's arms. After waving for a long time, he was restrained and pressed his heart against the wind.
The thin fabric in summer can't stand the soft touch of the skin, Wang Xiaoma was taken aback, coupled with complex emotions such as guilty conscience, uneasiness, uneasiness and so on
In short, he blew.
"Are you hitting me!" he asked with wide eyes, before he could answer the next second and immediately convicted, "You hit me! You hit me!"
Immediately escalate the crime after conviction.
"Your family abused me!"
All the news: "..."
"I do not……"
"You are the domestic violence me!!!" Wang Xiaoma's face flushed red, her eyes burst into tears, and she grieved and yelled: "I want to abuse you too!"
All the news: "..."
After talking, he yelled and rushed to the wind, and he twisted back and forth if he couldn't pull it out. He also wanted to give Wenfeng a head with his brain.
That looks like a girlfriend who is more brutal than terrorists. At least terrorists can still communicate, but angry little dumplings are completely unable to communicate.
Wang Xiaoma’s head hammer almost slammed into Wenfeng’s jaw several times, and Wenfeng’s head could only be tilted back. In addition, Wang Xiao’a was not old and practically twisted to break free. About to fall.
In this way, no one dared to rebel, and the boss Wen also got angry.
He let go of Wang Xiaomao's hand and pressed his head once when Wang Xiaomao rushed over.
Wen Feng's limbs are slender and taller than Wang Xiaobao, so when he held Wang Xiaomao's forehead with one hand, Wang Xiaomao wailed and cried, "You are killed, you are killed." Two fists are in Wenfeng I waved it in front of me, like a propeller, but I didn't hit the wind to the touch, and the look of the hair was awkward and cute.
Wen Shi's eyes showed that Xishi had a million filters and a gangster, and the anger that came from the chest dissipated a lot when he saw this scene.
But it is still necessary to clean up.
Before Wang Xiaozai responded, what happened? He was hugged by his armpits, and then turned upside down, he became a model with his stomach resting on the legs and his upper body lying on the floor.
"You--! Don't pull my pants! What are you doing! Ah ah, domestic violence! Playing rogues!"
At this time, Bai Yu might have been awakened, and she opened her door sleepily. "What's the matter? What's the matter... What time... The trough is exciting!"
He saw Wen Xiaojin licking Wang Xiaomei's pants with a wretched smile, "Hey, I know everything and I understand it~ disturb you to continue."
With a bang, the door was closed.
Wang Xiaoba: ...you know what a fart! Escort!
The sweatpants that came to the knees were torn off, Wen Feng tried to hold Wang Xiaozai's waist with one hand, raised his head to avoid Wang Xiaozai's kicking legs, and then raised his palm high
"Snapped!"
"Oh!"
"My ass--!"
There was no mercy on this slap, Wang Xiao screamed, feeling his tail bones were discounted.
"Say, are you reluctant to go back to the tomb palace with me? Huh?" Wen Feng asked him, frowning in a low voice.
Wang Xiaoma's tearful and struggling struggle is to say nothing.
"Snapped!"
"Oh! The wind blows your uncle! Wait for me to go upstairs and take your enlightenment to burn you!"
"Say, do you want to!"
Wang Xiaoma was lying on the ground like a little tortoise. He was holding his tears while holding his tears, and vaguely took time to greet the seven aunts and eight aunts who smelled the wind. He wrinkled his brows after hearing the wind. Lighter, patted on his ass.
He beat him a few times, but Wang Xiaoma refused to be soft. Both of them were white and red, and the hand raised by the wind was put down again, and he did not press him for a while.
Said a sentence, "No conscience."
This sentence annoyed Wang Xiaoba, and he just couldn't get up. He twisted his buttocks with a swollen and yelled at the wind: "I have no conscience?! I have no conscience. Are you worried about carrying a knife for you?! I have no conscience. The first thing I can do to restore my memory is to forgive you?"
"If someone else meets you like this, you will have run away!"
Wang Xiaoma finished sniffing and sniffing, his voice weakened, "Although I don't want to go back, I am reluctant to live a modern and comfortable life, I am reluctant to use mobile computers and computer WiFi air conditioners, I am reluctant to take out fried chicken coke barbecues, I am reluctant to animate Weiman and games, I am reluctant to..."
"..." Wen Feng twitched his forehead, his face getting darker and darker, and when he was about to speak, he heard Wang Xiaozai say--
"Although I am reluctant to do that, but if you want to go back, I must follow you back." He stretched out his hand to cover his buttocks uncomfortably. Although the voice was low and his mouth was reluctant, he still said: "...you Where do I go naturally, and say I have no conscience-I want to call the police to catch you!"
Hearing the breeze, the low air pressure slowly spread out, and his brows spread.
"Oh, it hurts me to death..." Wang Xiaoma's was hot and painful, and he turned back and glared at the wind.
Instead, Wenfeng showed a smile, "So you are not willing to go with me?"
"Of course I don't want to!" Wang Xiao murmured, "but there is no way...you go and I go..."
Although he likes a modern and convenient life, he doesn't want to be completely separated from Wenfeng. This is still clear to Wang Xiaohua.
The wind laughed.
Then he pulled Wang Xiaozai's pants and rubbed him, and Wang Xiaoma still pushed his hands away on the gasp and stuck it to the ground like salted fish, without turning over.
"...When are we going?"
Half-sounding Wang Xiaola raised his head and asked.
Wen Fengjin said at this time: "Tomorrow the day after tomorrow, but we are not not back."
"What?! We're back!" Wang Xiao stunned.
"Yes." Wen Feng nodded his head, "I said that I should go back because it was just a few days before the old friend and I agreed on a reunion forty years ago.
"So we will come back later?"
He nodded again when he heard the wind.
Wang Xiaoma: "..."
"Why didn't you say it early!!!" Wang Xiao wailed with a loud cry, why did I get beaten, my ass!
and many more!
Wang Xiaomei raised her head suspiciously and watched Wenfeng get up from the floor.
"When do you have friends?"
Having friends in Wenfeng is almost as incredible as rooster laying eggs.
Others don’t know that Wang Xiaoma doesn’t know yet. Wen Dajie hasn’t had any friends since he became a
devil lord
in his previous life. As for his brutal explosive index that doesn’t fit the word
I want your dog’s life
, almost everything Everyone hears his name and walks around.
Is it a modern friend.
That's even more impossible! These two are'just unearthed' cultural relics. He has seen everyone who has seen Wenfeng before. How can there be friends who can drink with Wenfeng for about 40 years?
It's impossible...Wang Xiaoma's words are inexhaustible, "Wouldn't your friend be a dumpling?"
Wen Fengjin: "Yes."
Wang Xiaomao: "..." Okay, now the dumplings are not lying down from their graves, and they have to stroll to the other's graves to make a door.
"He's very similar to my way of doing things." Speaking of this friend, the gangster Wen showed some appreciation in his eyes. "Although the age is two hundred years different from you and me, the power is above you."
"What's the matter..." Wang Xiaolan pouted, "The beautiful Sailor Moon's words are higher than my military value."
"However, the way of doing things is similar to yours..." Wang Xiao snorted and sighed: "It seems to be personal scum again."
All the news: "..."
"Come on, let's go back." Wang Xiaoma stood up with her covered, but the more pain she felt, the more inexplicably she was beaten and beaten. It was too worthwhile. They all blamed the wind and didn't make it clear to him.
"...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 moment, and the wind behind him stood up, his arms stretched over to grab his shoulders, and was opened by Wang Xiaoba's staring eyes.
"Don't touch me! You see you hit my ass!" Wang Xiaomao yelled at her fierce and fierce milk, "The domestic violence man is not going to end well! I want to divorce a man like you! Cut out!"
"Drink!"
"..." Wen Feng raised his eyebrows and picked out what he was about to say.
Wang Xiaoma realized that it was not good and ran away after he turned around. The flexible movement could not see any injuries on the buttocks.
It seems that it was so miserable just now, it was completely disguised.
Behind the wind and smile, he shook his head and followed the second floor.
The next morning, Wen Feng handed a box to Bai Yu, saying slightly: "If he proposed something, remember to promise him."
Bai Yu was stunned, some did not understand.
But Wen Fengjin didn't mean to continue down. Bai Yu had to take the small box and follow the route they went to yesterday.
I immediately understood what was happening...
[The author has something to say: I was a little late today, I revised an old text, and added two new ones.