He felt that the exit was near.
At that moment, he couldn't even figure out whether he was soothing or entangled Xuan Min's hand, but his fingers trembled violently, and his back was tense.
After a while, he suddenly pressed his forehead deeply into Xuanmin's neck, and his squinting eyes suddenly became defocused.
He stretched silently for a while, then slowly relaxed a little, panting heavily, and a layer of sweat steamed on his body, almost soaking wet.
However, the dragon saliva is not so easy to pass away, and after a while, the anxiety will come out again...
Everything that night was divided into indistinct fragments by the mist and the sound of gasping, so that in the end, Xue Xian couldn't even figure out how long he had been fooling around with Xuanmin's help...
However, no matter how long it took, the mist never dissipated, and Xue Xian never saw Xuan Min's face. This kind of feeling is indescribably strange, but it adds a strange sense of shame, so that Xue Xian, who has always been willing to let go, has a hot face for no reason at all.
After a long time, Xue Xian finally calmed down, the restlessness in his body dissipated, and there was only a little aftertaste of hope left, and he fainted little by little with the steaming heat.
He supported lazily on the table, and after a short rest, he fumbled for the oil lamp with his uneasy hand. The hazy fire lighted up a little, and the thick fog and miasma dissipated quite interestingly. Come on.
The fog that Xuan Min deliberately invited...
Xue Xian thought so, but he didn't say it because he was extremely tired. After the mist cleared, he glanced lazily with his eyes down, and saw that the front that he had torn open because he was too hot had been pulled up. The table is still in a mess, and there are still traces of sweat left by the fingers where the oil lamp shines, which is ambiguous but blurred.
Not far away, Xuan Min sat on the futon, closed his eyes, and sat quietly, with a few books he picked out, neatly stacked. It was as if he had never left that futon.
The calm in his place was in stark contrast to the chaos in Xue Xian's place, so much so that for a moment, Xue Xian even doubted whether everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
He looked down at his hand, but fortunately there were still some traces of being grasped on his wrist, otherwise, he might really feel that he was a demon again.
Xue Xian stared at the clenched trace for a moment, then raised his head and said to Xuan Min, "Ceremonies come and go, come here, I will help you too, if it's a big deal, you can call the mist again, no one can see who, just be Dream it."
Xuan Min didn't even open his eyelids. After a moment of silence, he quietly said, "No need, it's already solved."
Xue Xian was still in a daze after the catharsis, his reaction was laziness and hesitant, and he looked a little dumb: "I solved it? How is it possible? If it is solved by meditating, then I will... "
Halfway through his words, he silently closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of his sentence.
After Xuanmin heard the words, he was silent for a moment again, and finally said: "If you solve it, I will no longer feel any discomfort."
Xue Xian slowly digested the meaning of this sentence, sat for a while, and opened his mouth to vomit the blood of the bald donkey: "..."
How awesome, it's like throwing a cold arrow at the enemy, but the eyeless thing turned a corner halfway, and finally stabbed into his own heart...
"Take off your belt and lend me." Xue Xian said expressionlessly.
Xuan Min couldn't hear his joy or anger for a while, although he still didn't open his eyes, he still frowned and asked, "What?"
Xue Xian said dryly, "I don't really want to live anymore, I plan to hang myself at the door of your house."
Xuan Min: "..."
Xue Xian: "..."
It's okay to talk, but once it's quiet, a faint sense of embarrassment and ambiguity will spread out in the room superficially. Xue Xian lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, and then said, "What time is it? If you have taken care of all the things you should have taken care of, will you go back to Fang's house later?"
As soon as these words came out, Xuanmin hadn't even answered, and Xue Xian felt that something in his pocket suddenly wriggled.
Chapter 68 The Iron Army Card (3)
The writhing was just a blink of an eye, slight and short, and then stopped after a little movement.
illusion
Xue Xian's reaction was still a little slow. He looked down at the wrinkled appearance of his robe, and didn't know if he should reach out and look at it, as if he was still waiting to see if he would move a second time.
Dang bang.
After a while, the sound of the metal bumping gently rang out, and it was quite clear in this extremely quiet room.
"It's moving." Xue Xian said blankly, pointing to his robe, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look in Xuan Min's direction.
Xuan Min had already opened his eyes, his dark eyes were looking at