He glanced down at Xue Xian, who was sitting dry, and then silently leaned over and hugged Xue Xian.
Xue Xian: "...What are you doing?!"
Getting used to being in a hurry, Xue Xian was about to vomit out a mouthful of blood when he suddenly returned to the days of being held around by others.
"Don't move." Xuan Min said succinctly, and then he lifted his foot and entered the house.
Shi Shizhang stared: "Why..."
Xuan Mingen didn't answer, but Lu Twenqi added: "Can't come in from outside the chair Carmen."
Xue Xian sneered, just as he was trying to intimidate the two who were singing and watching the fun, but before he could speak, he realized something was wrong - Xuan Min's body was very hot, almost hotter than last night, but his palm was as warm as usual It was cold, and his body was so hot that he didn't even sweat a bit.
The body temperature is so abnormal, it is obviously thanks to Xue Xian's dragon saliva. So Xue Xian felt guilty, and immediately became more honest. But since it was influenced by dragon saliva, how could it be so different from last night? If it wasn't for Xuan Min's embrace, Xue Xiangen didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
After thinking about it, there is only one possibility, that is, Xuan Min has used a certain method to suppress it, and all the influences are contained in the body, so that others will not notice the slightest.
No wonder his tone was not quite right all day, let alone salty, Xue Xian said in his heart that if he had such an unhappy life, he could use salt to bury all those who offended him.
Xue Xian was completely honest now, obediently being held by Xuan Min and walking down the bamboo ladder in the house.
As Shi Shizhang said, this room is really simple, with only books and desks, not even chairs.
As soon as Xuan Min entered the room, he put Xue Xian on the table and walked away.
The oil lamp on the table was lit, which was lit by Shi Shizhang and the others when they came in earlier. The oily yellow fire lit up this small room, and there was really nowhere to hide people.
Shitou Zhang and Lu Tianqi naturally didn't go to the book, they just skipped the bookcase they had already seen, and felt along the bamboo wall, trying to see if there was an agency or a dark room.
On the other hand, Xuan Min, when re-checking the bookcase, took out a book and flipped through it, but this time, his fingers froze.
Because someone wrote some comments in the book he picked up, the content is not discussed, the focus is on the words.
The character is thin and powerful, and some of the strokes between the characters are very characteristic, and few people can imitate it, but Xuan Min can know the strength of every bend just by looking at it.
Because the word is his own.
Chapter 62 Tongshou Spider (2)
Anyone who suddenly sees his own handwriting in a completely unfamiliar place will be amazed. Cowardly, there will even be a creepy feeling. In short, at that moment, there will never be any joy.
If it were in some ordinary places, it would be fine, but nowadays this bamboo building is so confusing that it doesn't even seem like a good place. After all, very few people would properly arrange their residence in such a foggy place.
It's really uncomfortable to find traces of yourself here.
Fortunately, this book isn't anything weird, it's just a travelogue handwritten by an unknown person. And the original text marked in this comment is also very simple. It is written in a few sentences that the traveler accidentally entered the corpse shop in Langzhou to hide from the night rain, and happened to meet the corpse driver.
The annotation is simpler, with only four words: Langzhou Xiashan.
It's not so much a comment, it's more of annotating some words.
Xuan Min frowned deeply and stared at the four-character comment for a long time, until Xue Xian called out to him, and he responded a little.
"The bald donkey? Why did you keep the pestle there for a long time? What was written in that book?" Xue Xian supported Shitou Zhang and Lu Tianqi, while still watching Xuanmin's actions. After holding a book there for a long time, I couldn't help but ask.
From Xue Xian's point of view, only his profile can be seen. The oil lamp is not bright, and a heavy shadow of Yin is cast under Xuan Min's brow bone, which outlines the heroic outline between the eye socket and the bridge of the nose. The color is very solemn, like seeing a ghost.
This kind of appearance is rarely seen on Xuan Min, and it would be a bit of a loss not to call him to take a good look. Xue Xian thought so, so he couldn't help but call Xuan Min twice.
Seeing that Xuan Min's eyes stayed on the page, he shook his head without raising his head: "Nothing."
This was an act of subconscious refusal, but when Xuan Min raised his head and glanced here, he paused when he raised his hand to pull out another book, and finally put his hand away and walked towards the table.
To be honest, Xuan Min has something unique about him.