After a thought, he fell into a somewhat speechless silence: ... How can you use the word "get it out" to describe this bald donkey...
After all, it's always used to describe what you own - you have to hold it in your hand before you can take it out, right
Xue Xian slammed the car door blankly, thought for a moment, and felt that he probably ate the wrong mouse yào.
However, the bald donkey is only a mere mortal, and when he returns to normal, he will be able to play with him easily because of his true skills. so…
Don't say holding it in your hand, even if you put it in your mouth, it's just a matter of opening your mouth and closing your mouth, what's going on!
This ancestor thought shamelessly, and immediately became confident.
He himself acted out a big play in his mind, and he glanced at Xuan Min in the car with a lukewarm look.
Xuan Min, who knew nothing about his brain tonic, was baffled.
His son-in-law has always been indifferent, and naturally he will not pay attention to the so-called glances and expressions of others. He thought that this ancestor was really hot, and it was not pleasing to anyone's eyes, and he didn't intend to add fuel to the fire. He just glanced at it and went to continue to look outside the curtain.
To a certain extent, his move is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire in another sense.
When Xue Xian saw that the weather was freezing cold and the frost and snow did not melt, Xue Xian was inexplicable and wanted to fight him directly. Although he himself felt that this was indeed a bit unreasonable, after all, it was not the first day that he had known Xuan Min, and he should have gotten used to his lukewarm, unmoved appearance, but it was... not so comfortable.
It's as if the infuriating qi swims around in the veins, but suddenly gets stuck in a certain place. There is no serious illness or pain, but it is a little unsmooth.
The heat in the body re-transpired into a new wave, and the river waves turned up layer after layer, each time it didn't take long to ease, as if there was no end.
annoying.
The Scarfaced man was holding on to the reins, trying to lead the lead horse to the bridge to the east. But that horse was even more irritable than Xue Xian, snarling and neighing one after another, circling back and forth on the edge of the cliff, but refused to take a step forward.
"It's been beaten, cheated, and coaxed. Why don't you want to move forward? It wasn't like this before. It's strange." Seeing this, Old Man Li murmured.
"Today is very difficult to handle, don't you all say that Ma Youling is xing, maybe he was frightened and felt that the road ahead was dangerous, and he was not happy to leave." The scar-faced man said something, but he still patted it. The horse's neck was rubbed hard and soft, which made the horse step forward reluctantly.
The wheels slowly started to move, and Old Man Li hurriedly ran back to the carriage where he was staying, but for some reason his expression was always dazed and worried. Before getting into the car, he happened to look up to see Xue Xian, so he temporarily calmed down and comforted Xing: "It's okay, the horse won't run, it's a little delayed, and the car will start moving."
The temporary accident on the way seems to be solved like this. It is indeed a little troublesome, but it is much better than what Jiang Shining and the others are faintly worried about.
Xue Xian nodded to Old Man Li as a greeting, and then as soon as the car door closed, he sat there with his arms folded. He didn't have the intention of continuing to take Xuanmin and purging the fire, and he didn't speak, which made him look extra lazy.
The bridge that the scar-faced man walked on was actually wider than the one that was broken. The cart pulled by the donkey slowly rolled over it, and there was a margin next to it, which seemed less dangerous.
Since hitting this mountain road, the leading horse has become a little bit worse than before, always stopping and going.
From time to time, you can hear the comforting and reprimanding in front of you. The neighing of the impatient horses, the rustling of the wheels on the snow, and the occasional sound of whips were mixed together, and the further down the mountain road, the more uneasy it became.
"Is it really okay? Why can't I calm down at all?" Jiang Shining was sitting in the car, his face was full of gloom, and his usual slow look was completely different.
He was worried for a while, and he seemed to realize that his state was not quite right, and he said hesitantly, "Why am I so panicked since I entered this mountain?"
"Yin is angry." Xue Xian said this sentence without hesitation.
He usually speaks with more or less tone, either sarcasm or teasing. His emotions are rich and the levels are changeable, and it will never stop when he hears it.
At present, this kind of tone without any emotion is really rare among others, and it makes people feel that the atmosphere is not right.
Jiang Shining felt that it was best for him to shut up and not talk at the moment, so as not to offend the ancestor. But Xue Xian's concise three words evoked him more doubts.