Blood, do you want to give it or not? "There is an evil spirit in the cold face, and there is a deep hatred.
He closed his eyes, did not let go, Ren Xue Xian buried himself between his neck, bit through his skin, and sucked in a mouthful of blood.
When Xue Xian straightened his body again, there was a trace of blood on the corner of his hateful mouth, which looked abrupt and dazzling on his plain white face.
Xuan Min raised his hand, wanting to help him wipe the trace of blood, but halfway up his hand, he was touched by the person beside him.
"Dream?" Someone asked him in a low voice.
Xuan Min opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that the man in the dream was looking at him with his head up, the evil spirit and hatred in the dream were no longer at all, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He was stunned for a while, but he finally came to his senses, dreaming of his former demon again.
This inner demon has been following him since the first battle at Heishitan. From time to time, he will appear when he is inadvertently guarding his heart. It occurs when he meditates, when he recuperates, and when he takes a nap. of fear.
However, after more than 30 years, this inner demon has appeared less and less, and only a few times in recent years. Maybe after another year or two, I will never dream again. He seems to be a person who realizes that after realizing it, it took him so long to finally get out of the guilt and misses that he couldn't let go.
Just because the people around you are always there, how fortunate.
Xuan Min's dark eyes stared at Xue Xian silently for a moment, then turned over and pressed him over, the kiss on Xue Xian's lips was a little heavy and full of tenderness.
Xue Xian responded angrily: "Do you still think you won't be able to go out for a few days..."
This entanglement is a long time.
After Hu Tianhei's fierce battle, Xue Xian lazily leaned on Xuan Min's shoulder, hooked his chin with his fingers one after another, and said casually, "I feel more and more that you are serious. It's all fake, I just mentioned a few words to others, you just torture me like this, don't give me a good time for a long time..."
There was still a dullness in his voice, and he was complaining, but his face was idle and contented, and it was obvious that he was just moving his lips to make fun of him.
It took more than 30 years to realize this, which is truly a talent.
The black bird cub, who was hiding outside the house, couldn't hear the movement of the two, so he sneaked up again. When he landed at the window, he happened to hear Xue Xian's words. He immediately felt that he was blind and deaf, and rushed into the house. The man spat alive.
Xue Xian, who was still lazy, immediately came to the essence, raised his hand and pointed at the black bird cub, and said angrily: "I'm too bold, I dare to spit, you try again, and keep the roast bird meat tonight. ."
Blackbird: "Splash!"
Then he hurriedly screamed and rolled away, as if he would die if he took a single step.
Xue Xian: "..."
Xuan Min sat against the wall, quietly watching someone seriously quarrel with a bird.
So when Xue Xian turned around, he saw the corner of Xuan Min's mouth, which he turned away.
He was stunned for a moment, "Did you just stop laughing?"
Xuan Min's face was indifferent, and the eight winds did not move: "Never."
Xue Xian stared at him for a while, "I saw it!"
Xuan Min remained unmoved: "I read it wrong."
Xue Xian: "... laugh again?"
Xuan Min didn't say a word to help Xue Xian pull up his clothes, got out of bed with a calm expression, cleaned up, and then turned to ask Xue Xian, "Are you going to Daze Temple?"
"Go to hell! You have to laugh first." Xue Xian couldn't help but get out of bed and move his hands and feet while he was talking. As he was making a fuss, the black bird cub who had escaped for his life came back.
This time I brought back a pigeon with a letter from Taichang Temple tied to its legs as always.
Xuan Min unfolded the tissue paper and read it carefully.
Xue Xian leaned over and asked, "What happened again?"
In recent years, Xuan Min has deliberately played down the position of national teacher from the court. After all, it is always inappropriate to rely too much on the strength of one person. What's more, if you really want to save the world, you don't have to have such an empty position.
The letters from Taichang Temple are not as frequent as they used to be. This time, it is just that Taifu has calculated the luck of the year and reported it to him on a routine basis.
Xuan Min closed the tissue paper and said to Xue Xian in a low voice, "It's nothing, it's another good year."
In this xixi world, what you want is nothing more than that. Debts must be paid, kindness must be repaid, promises must be fulfilled, and love must be kept.
The weather is good, the mountains and rivers are Chang'an.
This life is without regrets.
The author has something to say: Nine is a perfect number, so it ends here! ~
Thank you for your company for nearly four months. I am very happy to write, and I hope you will enjoy reading it. See you in the next story~=3=
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