Third watch

Master Bai hung on Zhong Yi's shoulder, seeing that he seemed to be going to the room, he couldn't help but frowned.

Zhong Yi took out a pair of small copper scissors from his pocket, hung them around Master Bai's neck, put it down, and pushed open the door alone.

Wang Xiaoming was still in the room without turning on the light.

Zhong Yi stood at the door, staring at him silently.

Sitting on the bed with his back to Zhong Yi, Wang Xiaoming seemed to be studying the pattern of the curtains.

Zhong Yi coughed.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head slowly, and when he saw Zhong Yi, he showed a smile.

Zhong Yi raised an eyebrow.

"Where have you been?" Wang Xiaoming's tone was a bit complaining, but his expression looked very happy.

Zhong Yi didn't speak, and took two steps forward.

"Going to smoke?" Wang Xiaoming sniffed, sniffing the air like a small animal.

Zhong Yi: "No."

"Come and sit." Wang Xiaoming patted the bed beside him.

Zhong Yi looked at the smiling Wang Xiaoming and sat down.

"I've been sleeping for a long time." Wang Xiaoming approached him: "It's very boring, talk to me."

"What?" Zhong Yi also looked at him.

Wang Xiaoming was half-sitting on the bed, he straightened up and leaned towards Zhong Yi: "You can say anything."

Zhong Yi looked at him and said nothing.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes at this time are a little different, with a little naive look, whether it's a relaxed waist or a little bewildered look, it makes people feel timid.

It seems that the little animal is peeking at you from behind the pillar. Although it is a little dazed, it still can't help but stick out half of its head to look at you, which is very attractive.

Seeing Zhong Yi's silence, Wang Xiaoming withdrew his body a little aggrieved: "Your expression is really scary."

Zhong Yi said, "Is it scary?"

Wang Xiaoming nodded: "Always sullen, people are afraid of offending you."

"Are you afraid?" Zhong Yi stared at him, and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

Wang Xiaoming has a double image in his pupils.

That means that behind these eyes, Wang Xiaoming is not alone.

Zhong Yi glanced at the window, it seemed that it had been closed, even the curtains were drawn tightly, and the room gradually became dark.

This indicated that his guess was correct.

Ever since he was temporarily possessed by Pixiu last time, Zhong Yi has been a little suspicious. This time, Wang Xiaoming was taken away after just one cigarette, which confirmed his thoughts even more.

Pixiu eyes are just an inducement, the real reason why Wang Dazhuang does not let Wang Xiaoming learn Taoism is probably because of Wang Xiaoming's own physique.

Wang Xiaoming has a versatile physique.

Seizing the house is actually somewhat similar to organ transplantation, and the biggest commonality is that it will produce rejection.

Because the soul and body are not original, and those who are taken away are usually living people, no matter how bad they are, they are corpses that have just died-and the ones who forcibly enter may be grieving ghosts or demons who have been dead for many years. It is impossible to completely fit the body.

But Wang Xiaoming is different, he is very likely to have a rare omnipotent physique, that is to say, no matter what monsters and monsters, as long as Wang Xiaoming is attached, there will be no rejection.

As a descendant of the Wang family, Wang Xiaoming is excellent in five senses and other innate conditions. For those "things" that have no entity or want to change their bodies, Wang Xiaoming is the best container.

If it has been attached for a long time, it can still occupy the magpie's nest and squeeze out Wang Xiaoming.

No wonder.

Zhong Yi thought to himself.

No wonder someone as strong as Wang Dazhuang had to isolate Wang Xiaoming.

Although Wang Dazhuang can drive away all the ghosts who covet Wang Xiaoming, he is not afraid of thieves stealing, but he is afraid of thieves thinking about him, and he can't stare at his grandson forever.

In case Wang Dazhuang dies in the future, who can guarantee that Wang Xiaoming, who only relies on himself, will be safe for the rest of his life?

But there are disadvantages and advantages, and this physique is not all bad.

Spirits and monsters can possess themselves, as can immortals.

The vast majority of celestial masters summoned generals invited spirits and immortal souls to fight ghosts, but Wang Xiaoming's physique allowed him to temporarily become a real god with a physical body after being summoned.

Among them, the power is definitely not comparable to setting up an altar to invite gods to fight monsters in the void.

It's just that Wang Dazhuang hopes that Wang Xiaoming will be safe forever, rather than making Wang Xiaoming a famous celestial master—maybe even more awesome than Wang Dazhuang.

It's a pity to bury the pearl with sand, but at least the hidden light won't attract bandits.

If he hadn't met Pixiu, the various restrictions that Wang Dazhuang imposed on Wang Xiaoming would never be untied for the rest of his life, but Wang Xiaoming, who had absorbed Pixiu's eye, broke through the spiritual orifice by mistake. Although he has the ability to communicate with gods and generals, But it also attracts prying eyes from all sides like a shining pearl in the night.

Although I know this is very likely to happen, but it is too fast.

Do you just covet Wang Xiaoming like that?

Zhong Yi sneered in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, watching "Wang Xiaoming" move towards him again.

"I'm not afraid." Wang Xiaoming said softly, "Although your face is scary, I know you're not scary."

Zhong Yi said, "How do you know?"

Wang Xiaoming blushed, "Because I've been looking at you."

Zhong Yi said, "Oh?"

Wang Xiaoming seemed offended by his expression, and moved closer to him: "You don't believe it?"

Zhong Yi was secretly guarded in his heart, and he was still talking to him: "I don't believe it."

"Hmph." Wang Xiaoming seemed to be angry. Just when Zhong Yi thought he was going to turn his back on him, Wang Xiaoming suddenly jumped forward. Zhong Yi immediately reflexively wanted to throw a fist, but then remembered that this was Wang Xiaoming's body, and punched Wuyan. It's so pretty - just as I was about to change the place, I felt a soft touch on my mouth.

Zhong Yi: "..."

I have a slot.

What script is this?

Surrounded by Wang Xiaoming, Zhong Yi stared at Wang Xiaoming's face that was too close, feeling as if he had been struck by lightning.

What is this monster... doing?

Originally, Zhong Yi had already planned that if Wang Xiaoming was possessed, no matter what it was - if it was a ghost, he would punch him out, and if it was a resentful soul, he would use a talisman to shoot it out. In short, he just wanted to verify his own thoughts, and It's not really that Wang Xiaoming's body is robbed.

But he hadn't thought about it at all, what if Wang Xiaoming, who was possessed, had no fighting spirit at all, but a god unfolded.

Wang Xiaoming is the same as Lu Xiaolu, he definitely doesn't have a girlfriend, but whoever stole his body does not know what kind of spirit is very good at flirting, taking advantage of the moment when Zhong Yi was stunned, he wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, One hand slid down like a snake.

... Where is the promised crazy monster?

Zhong Yi, who had originally planned to fight against "it", so he didn't reject the other party's approach, finally made a miscalculation. This development was too much beyond expectations. When he realized it, he had time to pull up his pants in embarrassment—he didn't care about Wang Xiaoming He was still licking the corners of his mouth, and his pants would be ripped off if he didn't move.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Yi's usual high-cold image was gone, and he stretched out his hand to hold Wang Xiaoming, but Wang Xiaoming lay on him as if his bones had been taken out, arching and rubbing against him, crawling from his body like a cat. The tip of his nose licked his chin, which was light and cool, making Zhong Yi numb with goosebumps from the top of his head to his tailbone.

"Don't do anything." Wang Xiaoming blinked: "I know you're thinking..."

"What are you thinking!" Zhong Yi opened his mouth to retort, but was caught in vain, Wang Xiaoming pounced, and his tongue got in, entwining the tip of Zhong Yi's tongue in an extremely erotic way.

With a bang in Zhong Yi's mind, he finally exploded, and he didn't care about his trousers. He reached out to grab Wang Xiaoming's wrist, and was about to counter him, but a meow came from the door.

Zhong Yi and Wang Xiaoming turned their heads at the same time, Lu Xiaolu stood at the door with the plastic bag, and Master Bai stood at his feet.

The expression of each person and cat is =mouth=.

Zhong Yi: "..."

The only Wang Xiaoming who was not petrified finally broke free from Zhong Yi, unzipped the zipper quickly, and put his hand into Zhong Yi's pants neatly.

Lu Xiaolu: "!"

Holding his breath, Zhong Yi raised his foot, pushed Wang Xiaoming out with his knee, turned over and jumped up, pinning Wang Xiaoming.

"Bring the rope!" Zhong Yi ordered Lu Xiaolu.

Lu Xiaolu=mouth=!

"No, I don't want it..." Lu Xiaolu's expression was devastated: "I, I, I support free love, but will this be too harsh?"

Zhong Yi: "..."

Wang Xiaoming was tied to the corner of the bed, his eyes were dazed.

Lu Xiaolu hung the scissors on the window frame again, and then circled him curiously: "Isn't this Xiao Ming? He really looks like he doesn't recognize me...Are you sure you don't have a dual personality? Tsk tsk..."

Zhong Yi squatted on the ground and rummaged through his backpack, without looking back, he said, "Put on your glasses."

Lu Xiaolu quickly took out his glasses and put them on, he was startled immediately.

Wang Xiaoming still looks like Wang Xiaoming, but there is a long tail behind him!

"It's still too harsh." Lu Xiaolu turned his face away in dismay: "Can this effect be photographed as a souvenir?"

"Low-level animal spirits." Zhong Yi took out a pen and drew circles on each of Wang Xiaoming's foreheads.

Wang Xiaoming probably felt the nib of the pen itch, so he giggled.

Zhong Yi took out another leather bag: "Probably passed by nearby, and got in when he saw Wang Xiaoming."

"This is too troublesome." Lu Xiaolu frowned: "According to what you mean, isn't Xiao Ming in danger? Anything can get into his body."

"Although he has this kind of physique, he still needs some basic conditions to be possessed." Zhong Yi said, and suddenly slapped Wang Xiaoming on the back three times. Lu Xiaolu immediately saw a fuzzy shadow coming from Wang Xiaoming's body. After being photographed, Zhong Yi quickly stretched his hand through the leather pocket, and a lump of things threw into the pocket.

As soon as the thing came out, Wang Xiaoming tilted his head and closed his eyes.

"Is Xiao Ming okay?" Lu Xiaolu was a little worried.

Although Zhong Yi said that his speculation needs practice to be confirmed, being possessed always sounds uncomfortable.

Zhong Yi untied the rope and piled him on the bed. Lu Xiaolu checked it——Wang Xiaoming fell asleep again.

"It's okay." Zhong Yi said, "You can recover after a night of sleep."

"He spent a lot of energy summoning the general before, and fell asleep again. He was in a very defenseless state. I took off the magic weapon again, so that thing was thrown away." Zhong Yi tightened his pockets: "I used to I have seen that there is no big thing nearby. A spirit of this level is easy to deal with, as long as the possession time is not long, it will come out after a hard slap."

"Oh—" Lu Xiaolu raised his voice.

Zhong Yi raised his eyebrows: "Do you have an opinion?"

"No, I just don't think it's too easy to deal with." Lu Xiaolu said with a smile.

Zhong Yi frowned, and followed Lu Xiaolu's gaze.

The zippers of his trousers were still flamboyantly undone, and the top of his trousers was pulled to one side.

Zhong Yi: "..."