I am invincible and just want to live my daily life by doting on my wife

Mao Mo once again appeared next to Wang Xiaoming, who was empty in his heart.

Wang Xiaoming showed a mature looking expression: "Na, why do I have such a feeling of loss?"

Mao Mo did not speak, and then disappeared beside Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming paused, and suddenly did not have the interest in coming out to play the night club before.

He turned and prepared to walk back.

Dark places inevitably breed bad things.

Four Ah Fei with sticks came up: "Yo, the guy's hairstyle is quite trendy, or give some money to the brothers."

Wang Xiaoming was still immersed in the previous loss, and he chose to ignore the four people in front of him and walked directly in the direction of home.

The four were still expectantly waiting for Wang Xiaoming's frightened expression, but Wang Xiaoming completely ignored it.

Just as Wang Xiaoming was bypassing the four people blocking in front of him, a man with an iron bar looked dissatisfied and followed Wang Xiaoming with a frown:

"Boy, don't drag too much!"

Bang -

The four people knocked Wang Xiaoming to the ground, punched and kicked, and then prepared to touch Wang Xiaoming's money.

Wang Xiaoming was still thinking about what had made him empty just now, and he didn't feel too much about the pain in his body, but his vision gradually blurred.

The four punks spat on Xingzi to the ground, took Wang Xiaoming's wallet and prepared to leave.

Dangdangdang....

With four loud bangs, the cage formed by the four ice demons instantly trapped the four people.

Chenyue came out of the shadows and used the recovery technique to heal Wang Xiaoming, who was beaten all over his body.

Wang Xiaoming is not yet conscious, so he does not know anything.

Chenyue shook the phone number on her mobile phone: "I have already called the police, and you can explain the matter yourself."

Chenyue pointed to the bloodstained clubs in the hands of the four and prepared to leave.

No matter how the four of them knocked on Chenyue's ice cage, they couldn't break free.

"By the way, it is impossible to break it with your magic energy from the inside, wait for the police to open it from the outside."

After speaking, Chenyue disappeared in front of the eyes of the four.

......

In the following days, the three of them were carefully observing Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming sometimes paints alone in the art room, and even though the rest of the art club has left, he still immerses himself in his paintings.

Perhaps, this will make him feel at ease.

There is also a magical coincidence, the girl that Wang Xiaoming loved before his death also liked the appearance of paintings.

On Friday this week, the girl had visible scars on her face, bruises and bandages on her legs and feet.

The girl entered the art room as usual.

It seems that he is looking for something in the painting.

The three of them got permission to temporarily install a bugging device in the art room, and now the three are sitting in the monitoring room watching the situation in the art room.

Wang Xiaoming sat in a corner of the art room, painting his own work, which depicted a turtle on the edge of a cliff.

The painting is vivid, but there is a somewhat depressing feeling.

Yan Wei looked at Wang Xiaoming's painting: "It's like depicting its overwhelmed life..."

Tatsuki said.

Ying Xiangxiang stared intently at the screen: "Are you two monsters?" How do you both see this resolution clearly? The

girl who admired the painting finally noticed Wang Xiaoming in the corner, and she looked at Wang Xiaoming and suddenly had the feeling of meeting a confidant.

Wang Xiaoming was the only person in the school who knew another side of her.

She seems ordinary and ordinary in fact, she also has an unknown side buried in her heart.

The girl snorted, as if she wanted to say hello to Wang Xiaoming, but Wang Xiaoming kept immersed in her painting.

"Yo, hello." Wang Xiaoming's words narrowed the distance between the two.

The brush in Wang Xiaoming's hand trembled slightly, and at the moment of ending the painting, he saw the girl in front of him.

For some reason, Wang Xiaoming no longer had the same sense of loss in his heart, and when he saw the girl again, it was like seeing a stranger.

That's right... When I met in the hotel for the first time before, my body moved inexplicably, which was outrageous. I obviously didn't know her before.

The girl walked up to Wang Xiaoming's side, looked at his paintings, and started talking with him.

The two hit it off like fellow villagers, and chatted harmoniously with paintings as a convergence.

Ying Xiangxiang in the monitoring room took a step back: "Let's come here today, I'm not interested in spying on others to talk about feelings."

"No, wait!" The words interrupted Ying Xiangxiang.

The girl didn't say a few words, and she was already full of tears when she looked at Wang Xiaoming's painting.

Beside the two, the little ghost with the staff appeared.

Yan Wei felt that Mao Mo wanted to do some tricks again, maybe he wanted to induce Wang Xiaoming to do something bad, and he rushed out with a brisk walk.

Mao Mo blocked the words at the door of the art room.

"Hey, can you demon still use magic to manipulate people's emotions?"

"I didn't do anything. That person had always been the girl's best friend until his life, and although they couldn't call each other by name, they would always meet in the art room.

"Hmm..." Yan Ji sorted out the whole thing.

Mao Mo continued: "It's just that this is the first time like this. Because the boy learned the girl's secret for the first time..." The

sound of the girl sobbing came from the art room.

"I really need money... Everything needs money ... But my family was fragmented, and when I asked my parents for money, I always scolded me for not cherishing it.

"I also know that money doesn't come from the wind, but it's necessary to say that I am every time..."

But

..." "I still feel bad sometimes..." Wang

Xiaoming looked at the scars on the girl's body one after another, and knew that she must have been treated roughly by customers.

That's why the mood is so fragile.

Wang Xiaoming did not have any thoughts of pity for the injured girl, and he did not make any waves in his heart.

He always had the feeling that if it had been before, every pain of this girl would have plunged into his heart.

But he couldn't tell when it was before.

I don't know if it's Wang Xiaoming's past, or his own sinful past.

Wang Xiaoming put away the painting, comforted the girl casually, and prepared to go home.

Somehow, he felt that he was in a particularly bad mood today.

It's a feeling of chaos, a feeling of oppression.

He couldn't see any interesting future for himself in this body, and he could only work hard every day to improve his hopeless magical energy, and learn the relevant knowledge of magical energy copingly.

Instead of struggling to improve your magical energy, it's better to run to work early.

In such an era full of demonic energy, how should the [Wind and Dust] with mediocre demonic energy survive?