Wire.
Unexpectedly, the tail didn't fall steadily. When the scar-faced man rode the carriage around the mountain wall, the tip of the unfortunate tail slammed down, slipped from the edge of the cliff, and hung half-deadly, just in front of the motorcade.
Scarfaced man: "…"
Xue Xian: "..."
Xuan Min, who was on the same mountain road as Xue Xian, was silent, walked silently to the ancestor's tail, and silently brought back the tip of his tail that was blocking the way...
Chapter 40
On one side is the black dragon who is trying to stick himself to the mountain road, and on the other side is the scar-faced man who is petrified in place and feels as if he is sleepwalking, and on the other side is the young monk who is holding someone's tail and staring down at the foot of the mountain. . This happens to constitute a delicate balance of three points, like a picture frozen in stillness.
For a while, no one moved.
The time to flick your fingers is infinitely stretched. After about a hundred years, the scar-faced man was the first to move—
He rolled his dull eyes, raised his head in a trance, stared at the jagged mountain wall for a long time, and there was nothing alive above his head except the vast fine snow and the heavy sky. He remembered what he had just seen, from thick to thin, with scales, and there seemed to be something else...
I can't remember exactly, in short, the thing that I didn't know was dàng back and forth in front of his nose a few times, and even almost hit him in the face.
But how can something so big disappear in an instant
"Class head, why don't you stop? The horse is making trouble again?" The curtain of the carriage at the back was lifted, and someone asked.
The scar-faced man just came back, he shook his head violently, shook the weird thing out of his head, and thought to himself: I must have been on the road for a long time, I was sleepy, and a little confused.
With that in mind, he picked up the jug and took a sip of wine. This wine doesn't look like it was brewed in the south of the Yangtze River, but rather from Saibei. He gave a jerk, his hands and feet warmed up a lot, and his energy went up again.
"Hey—" The scar-faced man finally raised his head and glanced, then he whipped the whip and drove the horses to move on.
The sound of Dada's hooves bypassed this layer of the mountain road and walked towards the lower layer. After walking further and further away, the black dragon lying on the mountain road rolled his eyes and took a long sigh.
The breath of a real dragon is not the liveliness of ordinary people when they open their mouths and close their mouths, and can easily cause a gust of wind in the mountains. In order to cover up the movement and let the scarred-faced man reassure him earlier, Xue Xian held his breath just now, not breathing at all, and almost didn't suffocate to death.
The crisis was lifted, and the ancestor came alive again, as if the root that had just stuck to the mountain road was not him.
He saw that he raised his body, looked down at Xuan Min at his tail, and sneered: "Look, I have to come out and clean up the situation for you in person. If I didn't respond in time, now that scarred face should be followed. Your body is face to face."
What a big face!
"..." Xuan Min had planned to put the tip of his tail down for him, but after hearing this, he paused again and straightened his waist again.
He didn't speak, he just kept his tail and looked at Xue Xian coldly, with a kind of "you say it again, I'll listen to it".
Xue Xian could not wait to chop off his tail when he saw that point of excellence: this thing that gets in the way, when it was shrinking, it was played by the bald donkey in his hand all day long. , what's the use of it? Um
He stared down at Xuan Min, and Xuan Min also raised his eyes at him with the tip of his tail, neither humble nor arrogant, obviously waiting for him to pick up his unwanted face again.
Xuan Min's tail was pinched by Xuan Min. It was both a vital part of his body and evidence of his shameful crime, so he couldn't bear to continue being cheeky.
So after a moment of confrontation, Xue Xian reluctantly gave a "tsk" and compromised: "Alright, alright, you are amazing!"
Xuan Min asked calmly, "Who cleaned up the situation?"
"..." Xue Xian rolled his eyes and dragged his tone half-deadly, "You—you cleaned up, okay? It's almost done, let go!"
Hearing the words, Xuan Min bent down and let go, and put the tip of the disobedient tail on the ground.
Xue Xian only felt that if he had been with this bald donkey for a long time, his life would be shortened.
The two delayed for some time because of this unnecessary confrontation. When Xue Xian took advantage of the mountain wall to change back into human form and put on his clothes, and then returned to the carriage with Xuan Min, the entire convoy happened to walk down the mountain, leaving behind. The county seat in front was getting closer and closer.
The sky outside was getting darker and darker, and it was estimated that it was already evening.
"It's almost night, how long will it take to enter the city?"