thing.
It was just his movement that quickly caught Xuan Min's attention.
The moment Xuan Min opened his eyes, he stared blankly at the heavy sky above his head for a while, his dark eyes were bottomless, and there was a hint of emptiness.
Immediately afterwards, he frowned, because he smelled a faint smell of blood mixed in the dampness of the river. When he fell into the water, he was closing his eyes and casting a spell. He never choked on the water, but he suffocated under the river for a long time, and his chest was tight and tingling.
He coughed lowly, sat up, and first subconsciously swept around. He found himself sitting on the ooze by the riverside, with a heavy stone lock lying beside him, pressing the ooze down a bit. There is no second person around, and naturally there is no danger. There was a lot of fog on the river, and the fishing boats and passenger boats were all gathered in far away places.
He then calmly retracted his gaze.
Xuan Min was someone who couldn't stand being dirty. When he saw where he was, there was a hint of disgust on his face.
Just as he was about to get up to clean up the blood and mud stains all over his body, he felt something move on his wrist.
He frowned, and when he rolled up his sleeves, he came face-to-face with the thing wrapped around his wrist.
Xue Xian raised his head and looked at him for a moment. Because of his physical discomfort, his whole person... the whole dragon seemed a little lazy and didn't want to care about others. Seeing Xuanmin's expression, he couldn't help rolling his eyes and said in his heart, "Yes, here we go again!"
So he made a "tsk" impatiently, and said to Xuanmin with a long tone: "Don't talk, don't ask who I am, let alone who you are. You listen to me, raise your hand, Touch your left neck first."
Xuan Min is not a person who easily trusts others. If someone else talks to him like this, he will definitely ignore the reasoning. But the tone of the thing wrapped around his wrist was too self-assured, it didn't seem like he was talking nonsense.
Besides... This evil barrier seems to be broken when pinched, and it will die when pinched, and it can't make any waves for the time being.
So Xuan Min looked at him coldly for a moment, and finally did as he said, raised his hand and touched his left neck.
Xue Xian shook his paws and commanded like an uncle: "What's the matter with short hands? Move it up a little bit, um, that's it, touch it, don't talk to me before you wake up, I don't want to waste my words talking to you. "
He himself was provoked by the short claws at the bottom of the river, and he was quite upset. At this time, whenever he seized a little chance, he would laugh at Xuanmin, which was quite unreasonable.
He raised his face and watched Xuan Min touch the spider-like mole on the side of his neck. Just like the previous time, the bloodshot around the small mole gradually retracted. The process of recovering the bloodshot was probably not a pleasant experience. Xuan Min frowned and closed his eyes. He sat quietly for a while before opening his eyes again. The trace of defense in his eyes disappeared, replaced by an expressionless face and an inexplicable Speechless eyes.
Seeing his appearance, Xue Xian knew that he was ill and remembered it again.
Xue Xian relaxed his head and continued to twiddle his mind indifferently. He asked lazily, "How come you have the problem of forgetting things when you open your eyes? It takes a lot of tossing to remember, trouble or not? "
Xuan Min didn't answer, just looked down at him.
He didn't know the situation before, and he didn't take a closer look. Only now did he realize that this evil barrier has a head and a tail, and the beard and claws are complete. Looking at the head, it seems to be in the shape of a dragon. It's just that he has never seen such a... small dragon. Not to mention the soft scales all over his body, his lower body is still weak, and a thin, curling tail is probably not yet conscious, and cannot be rolled around the wrist like the front half of the body, but hangs down softly.
Xuan Min looked at it for a moment with no expression, and then stretched out his hand to grab the tail hanging from the evil barrier.
Xue Xian glanced at him, "tsk", and snorted coldly: "Let go, what are you doing? Are you feeding dogs with etiquette, integrity, and shame? Which book teaches you to pinch people's tails?"
Although he was unconscious in his lower body, let alone holding it like that, even if he was pinched, he probably wouldn't feel any pain. But whether it hurts or not is one thing, majesty is another, what does it look like to be a good dragon, being pinched by the tip of its tail like this
If he hadn't had to rely on a bald donkey now, he would be able to lift this deadly thing to the South China Sea with one paw.
Xuan Min is naturally not a playful person, in fact he has no playfulness at all. I just felt that it was a little unexpected that this evil obstacle became like this in just one eye-opening time.
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