He even dropped twice, and once again frightened Shito Zhang to the point of kicking his legs, rolling his eyes, and pouting on the spot.
This Shi Shi Zhang is a sparrow, he will cry when he is scared, and faint when he is startled. But Xuanmin is different...
Xue Xianyin looked at him attentively, and said faintly: "Tell me, how can you push through, I will try every method?"
Xuanmin: "..." This evil barrier began to be unreasonable again.
The easiest way to make a person faint is to look at his head. Xue Xian raised his paw and gestured back and forth in front of Xuan Min's face, ignoring the thoughts of the parties involved.
Xuan Min glanced at his short pouting dragon claws expressionlessly, raised his hand to press him back, and said calmly, "A gentleman must hide his sharpness."
Commenting on chéng rén's words is: Don't dàng your claws.
Xue Xian snorted coldly: Can you manage?
However, he finally gave up this plan. After all, he has no amount of money in his current figure. In case the strength is not well controlled, one claws will go down, and next year, the bald donkey will be able to go to the grave today.
He did find Xuan Min a little unpleasant at the moment, but he didn't really want to shoot him to death.
He couldn't make this bald donkey shriveled, and his mood suddenly became even more uncomfortable. He turned around, and didn't bother to think of Xuanmin again, so he simply summoned a cloud of qi, and the white mist gathered around Xuanmin in the blink of an eye, wrapping him tightly, vaguely blocking everything in front of him. .
Xue Xian immediately cut off the knot on the wrapping clothes with one claw, and his huge body was suddenly wrapped in a white light. This light is extremely dazzling, but for Xuanmin, under the partition of the vast mist, it appears quite warm.
Wrapped in white light, Xue Xian transformed into a human figure. He is a real dragon, and even if his body has not fully recovered, it is not a problem to use a mysterious technique. Even if he's half paralyzed, it doesn't take much effort to change his clothes. The white light has not dissipated, and he has already wrapped most of it.
Xuan Min had planned to ask this evil barrier if he needed help, but now, looking at the situation, it should not be necessary. He looked at the gradually fading white light in the fog that showed the frost and cold of winter, and he was not in a hurry, just waited calmly.
It's just that the water mist doesn't always last long. Since it was caged around Xuan Min, it has gradually become shallow and thin, and slowly spreads out.
When the water mist was thin enough to see what was in front of him, Xue Xian was just putting on the wide cloud-like clothes. The narrow and lean waist and abdomen and the shoulder blades outlined by the arm movements flashed past, and together with the piece of light skin, they were gathered into the black robe.
The style of the clothes was very simple and plain, and there was no variegation or decoration at all, but it was very different from Xue Xian's usual disturbing style.
But it was indeed what he liked to wear.
The jet-black neckline made the profile of his face and the exposed neckline extremely white, even almost morbidly white. When he didn't laugh or fool around, those dark eyes were always half-open lazily, the eyelashes of the same color as the clothes pressed a line at the end of the eyes, and the corners of his mouth without a smile were very beautiful, but And it seemed a little inhumane.
Maybe it was because the skin on the back that passed by was too pale, or maybe it was because Xue Xian's expressionless profile was too cold. It was not the same as when he looked at people with a sneer on the wall of Liu's courtyard. Xuan Min was really stunned. a bit.
But soon that evil barrier will have another action.
His dark eyes turned, and he glanced lukewarmly from the corner of his eyes, and saw that the mist had dissipated. He tugged at the placket and fastened the hidden buttons indiscriminately. Then he touched a piece of black string like a juggler, bit it between his teeth, raised his hand and combed his hair at will, and tied it with a black string.
The moment Xue Xian put down his hand, he summoned a wind to himself and held it under him. He took advantage of the situation, turned over again, and the black clothes spread out and folded like a cloud. In just a blink of an eye, he unceremoniously fetched a wooden chair and sat lazily on it.
People are half paralyzed, and they still don't forget to put on a pretentious posture. What kind of mentality is this?
Xuan Min: "..."
"I can go now, right?" Xue Xian tapped the armrest of the wooden chair with his fingers.
Xuan Min gave a "hmm", glanced down at him, and then took a step forward, as if he was about to reach out to him.
Xue Xian immediately patted the armrest, and the entire chair made a harsh rubbing sound on the ground, and he took a big step back with the chair. He stared at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Xuan Min lowered his hand to look at him: "Otherwise, how are you going to go back? Can you walk or fly?