However, as soon as he touched Xuan Min's monk robe, Xue Xian suddenly turned back, "My legs are healed."
When he said this, he suddenly raised his head, but with a "dong-" sound, he knocked on Xuan Min's chin.
Xue Xian made a "hiss", and before he had time to react, the place where the top of his head was hit was easily covered by a hand, and his finger was still pressing lightly on the place where it hit.
"How can the dragon head just hit the hole, I'll sizzle for you." After a lot of nonsense, there have been sequelae, and any touch of Xuan Min has become difficult to ignore. Xue Xian froze his neck and did not let go, let him press it a few times, and said dryly, "Are you biting your tongue?"
"It doesn't matter." Xuan Min withdrew his hand, took a step to the side, and then turned his eyes to his legs hanging by the table, "Did you just say your legs are healed?"
Xue Xian nodded, "Didn't you ask me to use copper coins to support my muscles and bones earlier, when I became a little conscious at night, I had already done it, but I haven't come yet... I have time to say... "
His mouth was quick, and before he could react, he had already said most of the sentence, and he couldn't take it back if he wanted to.
Haven't had time to say...
Why can't it be in time? Because the whole night was used to declare Yin.
How can you talk, which pot is not opened and which pot is raised.
Xue Xian looked away and said without hesitation, "All in all, one of my legs is healed, and the other is that I should stop talking, that's all." Said he pursed his mouth tightly, as if he wanted to put his mouth on the spot. Looks like it's closed.
Xuan Min gave a low "um" to signal that he heard it.
Before the weird atmosphere spread again, he had already turned around and walked to the futon, and put the few books he had read heavily on the bookcase.
Xue Xian glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze. He bit the tip of his tongue, propped up the table with both hands, and tried to move his legs.
can move!
Of course he could move, and he had already moved when he pulled Xuan Min between his legs.
Xue Xian laughed at himself in his heart, while he simply touched the ground with his feet and got off the desk.
Facts have proved that even if the legs and feet have been paralyzed for half a year, even if they move freely, they may not have the strength to support the whole person.
Xue Xian's feet immediately softened, and when he was almost on the verge of slipping onto the ground humiliatingly, a hand reached out in time, grabbed his wrist, and held him firmly with his palm facing upwards. The strength of that hand was so great that the muscles and bones on the back of the hand were protruding and the roots were distinct.
"Aren't you packing your books?" Xue Xian asked blankly, "Have eyes on the back of your head?"
Xuan Mingen didn't answer him, only frowned and said solemnly: "How can you go down to the ground recklessly?"
"There has never been any problem in the sky, so why is there so much attention to the next place?" Xue Xian replied indifferently.
With Xuanmin's strength, he tried to pour his strength into his legs. The two legs that hadn't felt any sensation for a long time finally started to numb after realizing it, like countless fine silver needles, deeply pierced into every inch of the skin.
That feeling was by no means pleasant, but to Xue Xian it was simply wonderful. Because as the tingling pain subsided a little bit, he could feel that his legs that had been silent for a long time really woke up a little bit.
"I can go." Xue Xian raised his head and said to Xuanmin, looking almost surprised and at a loss.
With the strength of Xuan Min's hand, he stomped his feet, stomping away the last bit of numbness, and then took a tentative step.
"You can really go." When Xue Xian said this, his tone was like sleepwalking, and he seemed a little unbelievable, as if he had obtained something extraordinary.
An arrogant and arrogant person, who is used to being accompanied by clouds and thunders from heaven and earth, but was at a loss for a long time because of such a thing, as if he still couldn't believe it.
He looked up at Xuan Min again, only to find that Xuan Min's gaze moved from his legs to his face for some reason.
"What's wrong with my face?" Xue Xian was stunned for a moment, and then he pulled away from the dazed surprise. He touched his face and said, "The reaction is too stupid? If you break your leg, you will be paralyzed for half a year. , your reaction may not be as good as mine..."
He said something half self-deprecating, half sneering.
After Xuan Min was seen by him, he looked away lightly, "A few more steps, I'll hold on."
Xue Xian was immersed in the joy of the recovery of his legs and feet, and he didn't even notice the rare gentleness in Xuan Min's tone.
Facts have proved that the physique of this ancestor is really extraordinary. The legs that have been paralyzed for half a year have not been moved, but they have only walked back and forth a few times, and they have become strong, as if they had never been paralyzed. Only Xue Xian knew that the broken bones in his body were still missing, all connected by the silk thread drawn from Xuan Min's copper coins.