Copper Coins

The hand had recovered the appearance of paper skin after being cut off, and it was hung on the amulet. With the snoring of Xue Xian's ancestor, it made people cry and laugh. In short, at this look you know who is the masterpiece.

Xuan Mi turned his head and glanced at Jiang Shining. The latter coughed, while covering his broken hand to prevent her sister from seeing, he smiled at Xuan Mu dryly: "I was curious about the master's paper sign, so I reached out and tried ... ... "

Ghosts do not believe this, after all, Jiang Shining has always behaved well, even if he is really curious, even if he is strangled alive, he will not pick papers without asking for mercy. What's more, he hasn't seen the symbol of mystery in this way. Where's the curiosity?

Even a fool can guess that Jiang Shining must be encouraged by Xue Xian's threat.

Xuan Merci looked back slightly, but said nothing. He gently and deftly took off the broken hand that had become thin tissue, and nodded at Jiang Shining, "The wrist is raised."

"Huh?" Jiang Shining hesitated before reacting.

He tilted his body slightly, blocking his brother-in-law's eyes behind his back, and stretched out his broken wrist. Because he was too worried to be seen by his sister, he was absent-minded all the way. Yu Guang always kept an eye on the movements of the two behind him. He didn't understand how to deal with Xuan Mercy. He only felt that he was pressed around by the wrist fracture. When he lowered his head, his hands were connected, and there was no wound left at all, except that there was a shallow bruise on his wrist.

Instead of being seated, he even connected his hands, and the monk is a monk.

Jiang Shining held his wrist a bit, and thanked him again and again: "There is labor and labor, next time ..."

Xuan Mian's eyes glanced lightly at him, and Jiang Shining immediately shook his head and changed his voice: "No next time."

"Um." Xuan Merci seemed to be indifferent, and turned around as soon as he heard it, and stood next to Xue Xian, who was unlucky.

"Don't watch, I blew my throat blood, and then look at me so high, can I spit you with a face, believe it or not?" Someone who couldn't be a demon was really aggrieved, and heard Jiang Shining's "No next time" Later, she was even more angry and wanted to pin down Xuan Merci's head with her bare hands.

Xuan Merci had already raised his hand and pinched the end of the paper charm, and when he heard the words, he took a quiet look at Xue Xian, closed his hand decisively, and turned to go to the door.

When he turned around, the thin robe of the monk's robe floated, and only Xue Xueyan, whose fingers could move twice, quickly pinched the corner of the sleeve, pulled it two times with a stiff neck, squinted his eyes and lowered it with dignity and honor. Posture: "Come back, don't go, I can't help vomiting you, isn't it ..."

As soon as Xuan Merci looked back, he saw that the evil barrier shuddered himself, and murmured into the corner silently.

As soon as this evil barrier was "swept", when he raised his eyes, he met Xuanyin's gaze.

Xue Xian: "..."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian quibbleed: "What I just ran into was my blood."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian: "It's finished, your face is saved."

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian couldn't help but want to explode, but looking at Xuan Yun's good-looking face, he reluctantly lost his temper. He rolled his restrained eyes under the paper sign and said to his heart: OK, I'll tell you the truth.

Thinking about this, he moved his fingers and pulled Xuan Merci's sleeve corner to pull him towards him.

He meant to draw Xuan Mian closer and lower his voice, so that in case he needed to bow his head and be soft, it would not be shameful, because no one else could hear it. As for this bald donkey ... anyway, he did not humiliate in front of Xuan Mian. Second time, the jar has been broken.

But he just pulled the corner of his sleeve and hadn't had time to speak before, but the bald donkey suddenly took a rat medicine, turned his attitude straight, and took a glance at him to take off the paper charm.

"This deserted village may have what you are looking for, but it's up to you ..." Xuan Mian took off the paper sign and didn't make much trouble with him, only holding the handlebar of the two-wheeler and turning Xue Xian around. , Facing them in front of Scarface.

Xue Xian had to press his heart's confusion and straighten his face and said, "If the thing I'm looking for is put here, it's also half a year's work. Have you been to this place in the past six months, or Passing by? Have you noticed any changes in this deserted village, such as wild grass or trees or mountain-shaped water? "

Scarface Man shook his head: "I really don't have it. After all, it has become a deserted village. We are often in other towns on weekdays and rarely pass here. It is also ashamed, Qingming or Zhongyuan, we always go Wherever I went, I bought some paper money and burned it on the spot. The last time I came back here was last winter month.

"Remembered!" The Scarface Man was interrupted by the old woman behind him before saying this, "Don't say, it really is! Class leader, you can remember the mountain path we used to do every time When you turn to the trail in front of the village, is that the first hill and old tree crown you saw first? "

After such a reminder from her, Scarface faced her for a moment, and gave her a palm of her hand, "Oh yes! Thumb Hill and the old ginkgo! I said that when I entered the village just now, I thought there was something weird. Then Thumb Hill The hanging water is gone, the old ginkgo branches are bent badly, and the shape of the top of the Thumb Mountain is a bit strange. I didn't look carefully just now, I don't remember how weird. But-- "

He frowned again, looking at Xue Xian: "Isn't there moving ground a while ago? After all, leaning on the mountain and shaking up and down twice, these changes are normal, can it be regarded as weird? ? "

Xue Xianwen raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, why not?"

Not to mention anything else, that is the movement of the ground, maybe it has something to do with his keel.

"Which mountain do you mean by Thumb Mountain?" Xuan Mian asked.

Scarface Man stood by the window, and pointed to the south through the holed window paper: "Yeah, if you don't see it, it's the one, Thumb Mountain Thumb Mountain, as the name suggests looks like."

Xuan Mian nodded, and as soon as he turned around, he met Xue Xian's eyes.

"My own bones, I dig myself." The ancestor said.

Everyone in the room shuddered: What is your own bone? Which serious man's bones are buried in the ground to be dug? !!

"You can say less." Xuan Mian said, picking up the wooden branch that had just been drawn into Xue Xian's circle, and drew three lines sharply on the ground, marking the people in the room just right. In the three areas-Jiang Shining, they are one, those beggars of unknown origin are one, and the opera team is one.

After finishing the stroke, he rushed to the face of the scared man and said, "It's safe to stay in this line. If you want to go out, you can walk out of the house." After that, he nodded and motioned, and pushed Xue Xian out of the house. door.

The people outside Xu Dashan were extremely enthusiastic. When they saw the two people leaving the house, they thought they were leaving Wen Village.

Compared to Jiang Shining, Xue Xian is definitely not a soft-hearted person. If he gets really cold, he is like a person without heart and lungs. But most of the time, he is indifferent, whether he can be persuaded or not, depends on his mood.

At this time, Xu Dashan did not know what his mind was, or he was in a good mood. He actually gave out some meanings of "difficult but difficult", and said to Xu Dashan that he would not "exit the village, but I borrowed your two-wheeler to look around, and after returning, I still have to return your car. "

Upon hearing this, Xu Dashan reassured him a bit, and he smiled like a Maitreya, in harmony with the airway: "This two-wheeler does not need to be returned, and it is also worthless to put it here. For some usefulness, Xu could not be more pleased. However, it is necessary to return when you come back. After drinking, my old friend in the drama class is going to the stage, and my little brother can't help but support it! "

Xue Xian has a serious look at the front of the person. In addition to a little careless tone, he is considered polite and polite in general. But once out of Xu's house, into the white mist of the deserted village, someone took these away from his head—

He has a car!

He doesn't have to be embarrassed by being held around. He goes wherever he wants!

Xue Xian stunned his emotions, and restrained the mystery of the pushcart: "It was only when I was worried about the uninformed people in the house that I would let you push. Now you can give up, just a small two-wheeler. I can still drive. "

Xuan Merci gave him a skeptical glance, but eventually gave up his hand. After all, he also knew that Xue Xianyu was fierce, and he would control this evil barrier like crazy.

A man who can drop his head can get mad but can do everything.

However, when Xuan Mian loosened the handle on the back of the chair, he regretted it, because he would have some real substance. What does it mean to give up?

But it was just a matter of releasing his fingers. He just felt that the wind was flat in front of him, and the wind was whistling like a dragon's Yin, and the white mist was fascinating. After he frowned, and swept away the white mist that came from his face, he found that the semi-paralyzed man on the two-wheeler had disappeared, and he had nowhere to take the car. He no longer knew where the waves were going.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

This is both expected and unexpected.

He did not expect this evil barrier to be honest, but he did not expect to continue to do so.

Xue Xian walked in the wind, half pushing and holding the two-wheeler moving forward. It was just that he was accustomed to supporting the dragon by the wind. He rarely supported the chair like this, and for a while lost his power. He just waved a second round chair out of the air.

By the time he reacted, he had already passed through most of Wen Village, and he was only a short walk from that Thumb Mountain.

He slaps the armrests, the wooden wheels on both sides of the chair are pressed by gravity, and they suddenly sink into the mud and stop.

"Don't you lose that bald donkey?" The evil barrier actually murmured with such a face, and began to figure out how to give Xuan Mercy a way. In fact, he held a string of coins of mystery in his hands, and this string of coins could actually shake his voice and lead the way. But at this time, he never even remembered this.

Xue Xian glanced at the thick fog around his eyes, and looked at a little hilltop that barely emerged from the fog in front of his eyes.

What he calls "a clever move" often deviates from ordinary people's understanding. After all, when this ancestor last had a brainstorm, a dragon flicking a tail in the air, throwing the rock Zhang Luyi Qiyi Ganren, etc. directly into the lake, and put the pot of meat dumplings.

As for this time ...

The metaphysical sentiment fused in the white mist of the deserted village swept around, lifted his foot along Xue Xian's slightly faint trail, and was striding towards the meteor in a certain direction. As soon as he took a few steps, he suddenly heard a momentum Vast Dragon Yin.

Xuan Mian raised his eyes suddenly, and saw a huge black dragon spouting out of the dense fog ahead, and said quite distantly towards him in the direction: "Here!" In the fog, there were no more traces. I expected the lower body to be weak and unable to move.

Hyun Mercy: "………………………………"

However, Xue Xian's short dragon body seemed to resonate with something in the mountains. The ground in the deserted village trembled a moment before he retracted into the thick fog like a gopher.