It was probably because he was afraid that Xuanmin would see the room, but Xuanmin still saw it. He could only have a thick old face, and explained with no money here: "My son is a little weird, he doesn't like fun, and he always says he wants to live in a quiet place."
Xue Xian: "..." Listen to your fart! Why don't you just support him to live on the wild grave slope outside the city, where the quietest place is, and Yin's anger is not as strong here.
Speaking of such nonsense, Master Liu couldn't hang himself up, he coughed dryly, and wanted to change his words: "Does Master Liu mean this narrow passage?"
Xuan Min said: "And this room."
"If I send someone to block the tall window on the south side of the house, will the air vent on the west side be gone?" Master Liu asked.
"Block it?" Xuan Min repeated coldly, then pointed at Liu Chong with a frown, "He doesn't need to breathe?"
Master Liu: "This... ill-considered, ill-considered."
In just two sentences, Xue Xian's impression of this Master Liu was extremely poor: the eldest son was just a little stupid, and the father actually didn't care about his life or death.
What's even more ridiculous is that this Master Liu was blocked by Xuan Min, and he looked helpless. It seemed that he didn't even think about letting Liu Chong move out of the house and block the air outlet.
The sky brightened again, and the outlines of the rest of the house seemed to have passed through the water, gradually becoming clearer. Only in this room, the door is still blurred, and the yin is heavy.
It seems that Xuan Min, like Xue Xian, noticed the unusual Yin Qi here.
In a good house, even in the southwest corner, which has always been easy to accumulate yin, it should not sink into such a state. There is something strange about it.
Xuan Min didn't even look at Master Liu, then raised his feet and walked towards the hut.
The foolish Liu Chong scratched his hair, as if he didn't understand why this guest went to his room so well. He looked blank for a while, and then seemed to be interested in meeting a playmate. He hurried a few steps clumsily while touching the wall, catching up with Xuan Min.
A man in his early twenties, but he didn't have the slightest idea of steadiness. He walked a little bumpy. Even if he wanted to be side by side with Xuan Min, he was very restless. He was a few steps ahead, and then a few feet behind. His eyes were very focused. From the beginning to the end, he was staring at Xuan Min's waist, as if he had seen something strange, and he didn't move his eyes.
This fool was not looking elsewhere, but at the mouth of the secret pocket.
Xue Xian, who was lying there, was so grossed out by him that he felt uncomfortable. It was unfortunate that he didn't dodge in time, and he couldn't go back if he wanted to. Can't move when this fool is staring at it? It's not a big thing to cry when scared. If he is emotional and can't help himself for a while, and he does something he can't stop, it will be a little bad.
Not far from the house, Xuan Min was tall and had long legs, and he walked to the front of the house in a moment.
From Xue Xian's point of view, he just caught a glimpse of the three-pointed scene from the half-opened door, and was immediately taken aback. There were mountains of yellowish things piled up beside the door. At first glance, they looked like gold ingots, but after a second look, you would find that they were not genuine gold ingots, but paper folds.
It's the kind of ingot that is made of oily yellow paper, folded and burned to the dead!
Xue Xian was surprised when Liu Chong, who had been standing beside Xuan Min, said, "Well... Can I play this?"
He said, and pointed at Xuanmin's waist.
Xuan Min glanced down at his waist, not realizing what Liu Chong was referring to for a while.
"Yellow paper." Liu Chong pointed again.
This time Xuan Min could see clearly that he was referring to the paper-skinned man lying on the back of his pocket.
Xue Xian: "..." What is it? ! This fool ate bear's heart and leopard's gall, didn't he? Real dragons with heads, feet and scales dare to play! Still alive
What does a fool know, a thing like paper skin can be split into two pieces in his hands, and it can be torn into eight pieces by accident!
Xue Xian imagined for a moment, and suddenly felt unspeakable pain in the unspeakable place, and he couldn't care about any more. He shrank one hand back to the dark pocket, and pinched the bald donkey through the white hemp, and his heart was full. Dao: If you dare to send it out, I will never let you go!
Xuan Min: "..." How can this evil barrier be so skinny
Chapter 7 Gold Ingots (3)
Xue Xian was afraid that the bald donkey would be blunt, and he couldn't fully understand its meaning just by pinching it like this, so he took advantage of the fool Liu Chong to look away, and quietly turned it over, so that the side with the face on the cardboard was facing up. , squinting at the bald donkey with his inked eyes.
After all, the painting is not as vivid as zhēn rén, not to mention that Xue Xian's level of danqing is "acceptable", and it is too far from the difference. Therefore, the eyes are smaller than zhēn rén