Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

A not-so-large villa, a wide study room, a large and thick desk, sitting with a young man with a vicissitudes of temperament.

Vicissitudes and youth could have been a pair of contradictory words, but they were fully integrated into the man in front of him.

The slow and steady movements, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes, the calm expression of Chonghe, and the wind-filled smile on the corner of his mouth...

Everything seems so harmonious. After savoring for a moment, you can taste the abruptness, which makes people sigh that there are such people in the world.

This is not the first time Wang Xuebin has read this book, but every time he reads, he always gains something.

Wang Xuebin loves reading. He used to love and now he loves it.

Whenever he comes to a dynasty, the first thing he does must be to collect books from this dynasty.

Classics, history, literature, astronomy, geography, medicine, fortune-telling, astrology, folk gossip. He always has to see anything he has never seen or heard of.

Before he knew it, he understood more and more.

With his current knowledge, even surpassing the authors of these books and texts, he can always see the author's omissions whenever he reads their manuscripts.

He used to read a thorough reading and was quite fond of criticism. He always had to comment on a book to highlight his own erudition and superiority.

And today, he reads books by looking at different things and his temperament becomes more and more tolerant.

Whether it is right or wrong, one's own words always have something to praise. Taking advantage of its strengths and making up for one's own shortcomings will not be in vain for the author's efforts.

His temperament is getting less and less disturbing. This time he is no longer a stone, but a vast ocean.

There are waves in the sea, and they do not rise for the breeze. Every top character has arbitrary temper, but they will not argue with shallow ones. This is the same truth.

Along the way, fewer and fewer people can argue with him. Walking alone on the road, isn’t this a kind of sadness...

‘Ding Dong~’

"The 2060 Chinese brand mobile phone is here to serve you, please enter the boot password!"

A sound from the depths of his heart sounded, and he stopped Wang Xuebin's hand that was about to turn the page, closed his eyes lightly, took a deep breath, closed the book in his hand, and held it in his hand.

"Life to death..."

"Error password!"

A delicate voice mixed with gentleness, a touch of warmth flashed across Wang Xuebin's eyes, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and the tacit understanding of emotions rippled.

“12345…”

"Error password!!"

"That should be 54321..."

"...Oh, not this!!! The password is wrong!"

Listening to the coquettish resounding in his heart, Wang Xuebin couldn't help laughing, and a fluorescent light came out of the body and reorganized a human form next to him.

The long hair is tied, soft and shiny, and the skin is as soft as cream and warm as jade, and there is no flaws to see.

The beautiful eyebrows were gently placed on the apricot kernel-like eyes, the tips and corners of the eyebrows were slightly raised, and a phoenix was bent out.

The slim nose and red lips are crystal clear and smooth, and the facial features are harmonious, as if they were natural. The slender jade neck is straight connected to the bones and the deep ravines under the collarbone make people unable to help but feel excited.

The body is concave and convex, and one point will make it smooth, and one point will make it slender. A colorful slim cheongsam will bring the advantages of the body to the limit.

The slender jade arms were held on his lower chest with one hand, making his body very straight, and the other hand was placed on his shoulders. The warm and healthy fingertips were rubbed on his somewhat dry lips with a refreshing charm.

He turned his head slightly, his beautiful eyes were smiling, his feet turned lightly, he turned around and sat in his arms, reached out to pull out the book in his hand, hugged his neck, and breathed in the fragrant fragrance.

“…Say again, what is the password?”

He stretched out his tongue, rolled up his fingers, then put his fingers into his shirt, and gently stroked them at his heart.

The cool feeling is trembling, as if it is tempting and threatening, and his dark eyes are also shining with dangerous light.

"……I love you……"

‘mua~’

He kissed hard, then raised his head, looked at the wet marks on his lips, nodded with a smile, and his eyes narrowed.

"...I've stamped you, the kind that can't be washed off, from now on, you will be mine!"

"...How do I remember...I am the master?"

As he said that, he lifted her weak and boneless with both hands, put her on a wide elm chair, dusted her wrinkled home clothes, picked up the Book of Changes on the desk, and walked towards the bookshelf.

“…success?”

At the desk, the woman was not annoyed. She raised her legs and picked up her teacup, found the right position of her lower lip, took a sip, licked her lips, and smiled full of temptation.

"...I've succeeded. Now I'm more than twice as capable as before. Why? Do you want to give me a new name? Change your appetite?"

Next to the bookshelf, he gently sorted out the pages of the book, put the Yijing neatly, hooked the corners of his mouth, and turned around.

"Do you have any ideas?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, the woman's eyes flashed, raised her eyebrows and asked in a magnetic voice:

"…What do you think…Dear?”

"...Well, do you think Xiaoyu is good too? Then continue to call Xiaoyu!"

At the desk, Xiaoyu couldn't help rolling her eyes, curling her lips, and a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"...Xiaoyu is Xiaoyu, who makes the owner like it? After all, they are just the owner's toy... oh oh oh..."

Back at the desk, he ignored Xiaoyu's sarcastic words, raised his hand to pick her up again, moved to the side, sat next to her, raised his hand and gently pinched her chin, raised his eyebrows and said:

"If you know who the master is, then be more well-behaved. Otherwise, be careful that I will lock you in a small dark room and lock him up for three hundred years..."

"...Then... Is there a master in the small dark room? Can I give birth to a little jade?"

Xiaoyu reached out and grabbed the corner of Wang Xuebin's clothes, and put on a gesture of grievance and fear. There were tears in her eyes and her hands were shaking gently.

Suddenly, she realized something was wrong, her expression curled, her brows frowned, and she lowered her head to touch Wang Xuebin's body.

"...What's going on? Why are you so thin? What's your fat and the muscles you used to have? What's going on?

No, your skills are not right, where has your skills gone?"

In an instant, Xiaoyu was like a cat with hair blown out, and her eyes burst out with endless cold light. She stood up and shouted loudly:

"...System, come out to me and explain to me, what's going on with my master's body?

If I can’t explain clearly, I will tell you, don’t think about it from now on. Everyone is a system. Do you think I can do it?”

"...The system feels that as the host's artificial intelligence, you should be more calm and rational..."