People are people who don't care whether they sleep or not, so there is no objection.
Of course... Xue Xian, who was photographed with a paper talisman facing the wall, once wanted to raise an objection, but he swallowed the objection because of some inexplicable thought.
This is probably because I have been controlled a lot, and I have developed a little habit.
Since the Jiang family's husband was overthrown in the evening, Xuan Min closed the door of the house and sat up beside the bed.
From the first day Xue Xian knew him, he never really lay down and slept. At night, he either sat at the table and closed his eyes, or meditated cross-legged beside the bed. From beginning to end, he maintained this pair of frost and snow. His unmoving appearance, even with his eyes closed, gives people a feeling of being unapproachable.
However, Xue Xian was also using copper coins to cultivate his spine. He didn't have the time to make trouble for Xuan Min, so the whole room was so quiet that no one from the Fang family dared to disturb him.
Earlier at dinner, Jiang Shijing and Fang Cheng had come to invite someone, but they knocked on the door but didn't hear the answer, almost thinking that something had happened to the two people in the room. It was Jiang Shining who took advantage of the cardboard body to stick his head in through the crack of the door, glanced left and right, and waved at his sister and brother-in-law when he came out: "Don't call the door for the time being, if they are hungry, they will go out by themselves. of."
He didn't quite understand what Xuan Min and Xue Xian were recuperating, but he was so unpredictable that he should not be interrupted. Besides, these two ancestors were different from ordinary people, so it didn't matter to them that one meal was less and more meal was more.
The Fang family was not familiar with Xue Xian and Xuan Min. They only knew that they were both experts, and most of the experts in the world had weird temperaments and habits. In order to avoid taboos, they naturally followed Jiang Shining's words.
On weekdays, the Fang family had to take a break at the Wu Shih. There were many people on this day, and they only took a rest at the Hai Shih. The lights of each house in the courtyard went out one by one, and the whispers gradually became smaller, and finally the courtyard became quiet.
When Xue Xian opened his eyes, the clapper of the third watch had already rang for a while, and everyone in the house fell asleep, only a few faint snores could be heard. Most of the lamp oil in the house was burnt, and the wick had not been plucked for a long time, making the fire dim.
However, he opened his eyes not because the snoring was noisy or the oil lamp was dying, but because the paper talisman attached to his forehead was inexplicably hot.
Because a keel was melted, Xue Xian himself was a little burned, but the paper talisman attached to his forehead burned even more than him, so hot that even he felt a little scorching. He sighed lightly, frowned, looked at Xuanmin, and shouted softly, "Bald donkey?"
Xuan Min did not respond.
"Bald donkey? Take off this piece of paper, I can't be a demon in the middle of the night." Xue Xian said, enduring the burning sensation on his forehead.
But still no one answered.
"Bald donkey?" Xue Xian felt that something was wrong, and after shouting twice, he changed his way of calling, "Xuanmin! Don't pretend to be dead, I know you haven't slept."
Using the dim light, he stared at the person meditating beside the bed and waited for a while, but he still didn't see any movement from Xuan Min.
"You're all right—" Before he said a word, Xue Xian felt that the hot paper talisman on his forehead suddenly loosened, and it fell from his nose so lightly and landed on the ground.
As soon as the paper talisman fell, Xue Xian was able to move. He didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly moved the two-wheeler to the bedside, trying to touch Xuanmin's hand on his lap.
As a result, he was shocked when he grabbed Xuan Min's finger.
That's right, that paper talisman was made by Xuan Min, and it was naturally inseparable from Xuan Min if it appeared strange.
"Hey, bald donkey?" Xue Xian probed Tan Xuanmin's pulse, and found that the pulse was urgent and heavy, which made people feel anxious and uneasy.
Could it be that the mole is the problem again
Having seen Xuan Min's abnormality several times, Xue Xian almost subconsciously wanted to look at the small mole on the side of Xuan Min's neck. But the lights in the room were too dim, and it was hard to see what happened to the mole. Xue Xian had to get closer.
The little mole didn't show any blood, but Xue Xian felt a little uncomfortable—
Because Xuan Min's body temperature is really too high, after getting close, the heat from the skin of his neck will inevitably warm Xue Xian, with a little sweat, making Xue Xian, who is hot and uneasy, even hotter. After a layer, he went straight to his head, and his mind was inexplicably empty.
So much so that he shifted his gaze unknowingly, from staring at the mole on the side of Xuan Min's neck to staring at Xuan Min's profile face.
Yuemo is steamy, and it is easy for people to become lazy. His gaze is a little vague, and he doesn't know if it falls on Xuan Min's eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, or...
But an eminent monk is an eminent monk, even if the whole body is burnt like this, just by looking at his face, he can't see the slightest clue.