A good pot of tea was served.
Xue Xian poured a glass and smelled it. The wine was really mellow, but just smelling it made people a little drunk. "What's this wine called? If it's good, I'll have to ask for some later."
Shitou Zhang replied subconsciously, "This wine is called Drunken Dragon King."
Xue Xian: "..."
Stone Zhang: "..." Bah, let your mouth be fast!
He sneered, and quickly explained: "My friend's casual name can't be taken seriously, and it can't be taken seriously."
Xue Xian had never been drunk so far, and he sneered when he heard the name of the wine: "It's a try."
This test is out of control...
It's no joke when people call it this name.
When he came out of Shitou Zhang's house, Xue Xian still looked handsome and handsome, with straight shoulders and white face, no blush at all. He looked extremely calm.
He even said goodbye to Shitou Zhang and Lu Twenqi so clearly that even Xuan Min didn't notice the problem right away. It wasn't until he walked along the long alley of Hugua Alley to the end, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, when he was about to turn into a black dragon and ride the wind with mysterious compassion, that he finally showed an unusual reaction.
Seeing him surrounded by white fog, he turned into a long shadow on the spot and flew straight into the sky. He turned somersaults among the clouds in an aggressive manner. Before he went straight, he rushed back to the ground in the same way. He left Xuan Min on the spot.
"...Are you really not drunk?" Xuan Min looked at Xue Xian's bright black eyes with a little doubt.
"How can it be." Xue Xian shook his head three times seriously, and said to Xuan with pity, "Do you see how I look like a drunk?" After saying that, he suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed, leaning his head and giving Xuan a tick. pity lips.
After tiǎn for a while, he straightened his body silently, and asked strangely, "Why am I a little hot all of a sudden?"
Xuan Min: "..." If you are not drunk, there will be ghosts.
Chapter 101: Fat Sugar (8)
Behind the dustpan mountain bamboo building, there is a hot spring near the mountain wall. place.
For nearly a hundred years, because of the misty mist in the mountains and the legends, this hot spring has never been touched by outsiders. The only person who can use this hot spring is the owner of the bamboo building, who used to be one, and is now two. .
Xue Xian drank himself into a drunken dragon, but he was so conscious that he had to drag Xuan Min to the clouds.
Xuan Min used to let him make trouble, so he really took advantage of the dragon to return. On the way, someone went astray several times, and almost took Xuan Min to the frontier. Fortunately, Xuan Min had a strong sense of direction and stopped the loss in time.
In short, the originally very smooth road was brought out of the illusion of ninety-eighty-one difficult by him, and finally saw the shadow of the dustpan mountain when the sky was bright.
The efficacy of ambergris was abruptly rubbed overnight, and it had already penetrated the skin and bones. Xue Xian couldn't even wait to find the bamboo building, so he went straight down the mountain wall and plunged into the hot spring. Halfway through his descent, he changed his form in a daze.
Xuan Min's monk's robe was rippling on the surface of the water. He supported the cold stone by the pool with one hand, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw a small black shadow suddenly passing in front of him.
He subconsciously reached out and fished...
A small black dragon like a thin rope hangs on his fingers with its head down and its head down, its tail curling up and down, twisting around his fingers, extremely unbearable.
Xuan Min: "..."
Even he can't handle the effects of dragon saliva, especially some people always like to deliberately hook up those effects to deepen and strengthen them. Therefore, his eyelashes were also wet at this time, and the light in his eyes came out from the half-drooped eyelids, and it was bottomless, and it contained a deliberately suppressed thought.
He dialed the drooping faucet with his fingers, causing the other party to dàng half-deadly from side to side, and said solemnly, "It's wrong."
Xue Xian was entangled in Xuan Min's hand, and was rubbing impatiently. After hearing the words, he reacted for a long time, only to realize that he who was supposed to change back into a human form had accidentally shrunk. He snorted and instantly turned into a human.
When he changed shape on weekdays, he would always put on his clothes in the blink of an eye. This time I was wearing half of it, and suddenly I remembered that I would always take it off later.
After the black robe was soaked in water, the color became even more intense, and it spread out on the water surface into a wet ink, and was pushed against the cage by the continuous ripples, and it was piled up against Xuanmin's snow-white monk robe.
In the chaos, Xue Xian bit Xuan Min's chin and said vaguely, "Why don't you let me..."
Halfway through his words, he grumbled and shook his head,