Copper Coins

The ancestor blew his dragon scales and stiffened for a long while, until he saw the scar of Xuan Merci's mouth healing at a visible rate, which slowed God to say: "Look, the blood is not flowing, is it? Thank you? "

As soon as this word came out, he persuaded himself first, and immediately felt reasonable and well-founded, so the face he had just lost seemed to be back again, and instantly lived up.

But only then did he discover that Xuan Merci frowned and stood there for a while after opening his eyes. He neither put down his hand of Buddha's rituals, nor put away the forbidden coins, or even glanced at them. He was licked by Xue Xian ...

This is weird.

Xue Xianzhen straightened his neck and the angle was too high. Even if he did n’t bury Xuan Merce alive, he had a little convergence when he returned to the dragon body and controlled the size slightly, but the original body was the original body, and it was slightly shrinking. Still bevy. He pondered it, tilted his head silently, lowered his neck, and glanced at Xuan Mercy almost in the ground.

After changing the angle, Xuan Merci's expression became clearer. I saw him frowning slightly, his thin lips clenched, and although his eyes were open, his eyes were covered with a dark mist, bottomless, and not a bit bright. This left his gaze undisturbed, as if he hadn't awoken from some sort of nightmare.

What surprised Xue Xian even more was that the blood on Xuan Mian's left neck was particularly clear, like a bluish cobweb, which had spread from the lower cheekbones into the collar of the monk's robe, and on Xuan Mian's skin and Bai Ruyun Xue Against the background of the monk's clothes, there was an inexplicable evil in the horror.

Rao is a person like Xue Xian who doesn't care about the blood and flesh. When he sees the pattern on that side, there is also a momentary hesitation. He said nothing, raised the claws of the dragon's claw subconsciously, and pulled the monk's robe on the left side of Xuan Merci's.

"hiss--"

The cobweb-like veins covered his entire shoulder, and even went deeper along the muscle texture of the shoulder.

"What the **** is this ?!" Xue Xian's claws lifted, and Xuan Merci's placket was covered again, and he muttered solemnly. According to the spreading posture of this thing, it won't be long before that half of the body or even the whole body of Xuan Mercy will be covered with such traces, and it will become a demon monk directly from a monk.

No matter how you look at it, Xuan Mian's state is not right. I just don't know if it will suddenly wake him up, will it cause any problems?

Xue Xian groaned slightly, then raised the dragon claw and tentatively shook it twice in front of Xuan Merci's eyes. Xuan Merci did not respond, not even blinking his eyes, and the dark eyes were still covered with a thick mist.

How did this bald donkey just open his eyes?

By the way, he licked it.

I just don't know if it was because of the injury to Hukou, or because of Ambergris ...

Xue Xian thought for a while, and licked his tongue on the wound that healed more than half of Xuan Mei's. He twitched his fingers slightly.

Xue Xian: "..." Don't you lick his mother until this bald donkey wakes up? !! What does it look like!

What a mess this is, if it wasn't because he understood the character of Xuan Mian, knowing that Xuan Meng had never been serious, he would have doubted whether he was deliberately making fun of him. It's also worthy of mystery to fall into this situation. If you change someone ...

Xue Xian imagined that he was going to lick people, and felt that his brain was going to be disgusting.

He hit him fiercely, squinting and staring at Xuan Merci's face, saying that if you do n’t open your eyes again, I will give you a "bath" ...

Just when Xue Xian opened his teeth, and it was more convenient to start from which angle, the wicked blood veins under the monk ’s robes were fading away, like the ebb of the river and sea, and dissipated from the arms and shoulders to the neck. Back to the little mole on the side of his neck.

At the moment when those traces disappeared completely, the layer of mist covered by Xuan Mian's eyes suddenly disappeared, and the dark eyes were like a cleaned glass, and there was a layer of light in an instant.

Immediately after, his eyebrows moved, his fingers rubbed with copper coins, and he really woke up.

At the moment of his sobriety, Yu Guang hit something on the side of his face. He turned his head subconsciously, and happened to meet someone who had planned to "talk".

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

Silent for a moment, Xuan Merci finally asked: "What are you doing?"

Xue Xian: "..."

I can't say how to get out of my mouth.

Or take your head and take a picture of my teeth?

No, it's okay if you look for the difference. Xue Xianzhang picked up others without hesitation, and still had to weigh against Xuan Mercy, after all ... in a sense, this bald donkey seemed to have been born to him.

The storm cloud in this evil barrier changed several times, and finally said dryly: "You also need to take care of yawning?"

If this is put in the past, Xuan Mian's cold and indifferent expression will definitely reveal a little "follow you," but at this moment, Xuan Mian's expression is a bit inexplicable, as if he has not changed from some kind. Get out of your emotions.

"What do you do with a deep face in your vice? What's the matter just before you can't move?" Xue Xian wondered.

Xuan Mian glanced down at the string hanging from his fingers and rubbed his thumb with the two copper coins that had faded and became rusty. After a moment of silence, he hung the coins back to his waist, lightly "Remember something."

"What's the matter?" Xue Xian asked subconsciously, and then he replied lazily. "Of course, old rules, if you don't want to say something or are inconvenient to say, you can think of it as not remembering."

In fact, simply asking the last sentence is totally unprecedented for Xue Xian. With his usual temperament, the things of others are irrelevant to him, especially private matters, good, bad, bitter, and happy, and he can't have any inquiring mind. Others were happy to say that he listened, and whether he could listen or not, he had to look at his mood. The pleasurable one could tolerate a few more words. Even the uncomfortable one felt troublesome. What others are not willing to say, he will never ask more.

But Xuan Mian is an exception. He always has a little desire to explore things about Xuan Mian. There were still some other considerations in the interrogation in the inn last time, after all, the origin of Xuan Mercy's identity was related to their situation at that time. But this time it's different ...

There are no other considerations this time. I only asked this question because Xue Xian subconsciously wanted to know, and wanted to listen to the private affairs of Xuan Mercy. Only when he did n’t ask it out of his mind, he remembered that with a kind of Xuan Merciful character, he was unwilling to tell people about it, so he made up the following words again, and it was considered to be honorable to Xuan. Mercy took a step down.

Who knew that Xuan Merci didn't follow the steps. In front of Xue Xian, he didn't seem to intend to keep the intimacy and alertness that was difficult to get close to. He looked up at a fixed point in the distant white mist for a while, as if trying to get his head straight. After a while, he calmly began to say, "Not much and very fragmented, most of them are scenes of copying the Scriptures in front of the case as teenagers, but ..."

"Just what?" Xue Xian saw he frowned slightly hesitantly, seeming to think of something less pleasant.

Xuan Mian's face showed a slight distaste, "In two of the scenes that flashed, I had something in my hand."

Xue Xian: "What is it?"

Xuan Mian calmed for a while, and said, "Like human skin."

Xue Xian: "... what the hell?"

Xuan Mian glanced at him, and Shen Sheng repeated: "Human skin, broken. It's too big for the palm, not too small for Yuqian, two are slightly thicker, and the rest are very thin."

Xue Xian thought about many things that Xuan Merci might hold, such as wooden fish, paper amulets, books, pens and inks, and a bad bowl. It is conceivable, but the human skin is really beyond expectations ...

"Human skin? You see it clearly?" Xue Xian asked.

Xuan Mian nodded.

"Then ... do you still remember the cause and effect?" Xue Xian thought, "Maybe you picked it up."

However, it is estimated that the ghosts would not believe it if they went out. Can human skin be picked up casually? !! Everywhere on the side of the road is this stuff okay? But to say that the human skin is directly related to Xuan Merc ... what good would it be to be related to human skin?

Although Xuan Merci has a temperament different from ordinary monks, if he has done anything that is too heavy to kill, it is really hard to imagine ...

It ’s not right, Xue Xianling Buding remembered the appearance of Xuan Mian's blood on his body, and also remembered that when he had not been so close to Xuan Mian a long time ago, he himself had once said to Jiang Shining: Xuan Mian had no words. His temperament, like Frost's cold blade, was condensed under a thin layer of plain white hemp. In the quietness and indifference, there was a hard sense of sharpness. He might dare to commit the killing when necessary ...

But this is not the same as killing radon.

Xue Xian pondered these thoughts, and came out of my mind for a while. It wasn't until he returned to God a moment later that Xuan Merci was looking at him, and there was something inexplicable in his eyes, as if waiting for him to say something. Xue Xian nodded, changed his natural tone, and asked, "When did that happen? Or when he was a teenager?"

Xuan Merci said "um".

Xue Xian wondered: "Are you sure? The cause and effect do not remember, how do you remember when you were a teenager?"

Xuan Mian spread his palms: "The palms of young people look different, and besides, the copied scriptures were on the desk case before me."

Xue Xian: "..."

When you copied the scriptures, did you want to **** off your grandpa?

However, when it comes to being a teenager, Xue Xian couldn't even associate Xuan Mercy with any sin.

Must be another twist?

Xue Xian thought about this, dragging his tune to Xuan Xuan mercy, "Instead of thinking here about guessing, let's wait until you think about the cause and effect before you say it. As soon as you have lifted the copper ban, you will remember some scenes. I can think of a few more. Five of them are all solved, and maybe I will completely restore my memory. "

This is not unreasonable. Both of them are simply temperament, and naturally they will not spend too much energy on this bitless fragment.

Xuan Mian patted Xue Xian's distinguished dragon chin with his back, and said, "Let's go."

Xue Xian paused for a while, then remembered that he was still entangled in Xuan Mian, he would not be human, and Xuan Mian couldn't leave. He coughed, hurled the wind and pulled the two-wheeler over, turned into a human in a white light, put on his shirt, and made it back into the chair.

As he closed his sleeves, he saw Xuan Meng taking two steps forward, pulling out a few copper nails and several paper symbols from the pit where the keel was buried. He wrapped these things in a clean sackcloth for a while, put them away, and then stood up straight and walked back.

After experiencing the previous sacrifice, on the way back, Xuan Merci naturally would not let Xue Xian run away by himself, but instead held the handle behind the chair steadily. It was only when his eyes fell on the tiger's mouth that his movements paused.

The severely torn wound of the tiger's mouth has healed most of the time, and it is about to be scabbed. It is estimated that in a little while, this skin will be smooth and flawless, as if it had never been injured.

With a little movement of his mind, he could remember how Xue Xian treated the wound.

But, is it possible to use this thing ...