Copper Coins

Xue Xian intended to take advantage of an oral advantage. Xuan Mian never said anything about him. When asked this sentence, there is no way Xuan Mian will be able to answer for a while. Xue Xian has all conceived. As long as Xuan Merci is slow for a while, he can play a rogue again.

He just likes to look at Xuan Mian's speechless and helpless look.

However, God is destined to live with him. As soon as the teasing words were finished, he hadn't had time to pretend for a while, and he heard a very uncoordinated "murmur" softly.

Xue Xian: "..."

He froze silently for a while, pretending that nothing had happened. He was about to continue to maintain the appearance of evil spirits to tease Xuan sympathy, and then he heard another "Grunting" softly.

"..." Xue Xian's smirk was about to crack. He suddenly withdrew his smile, and hurried to Xuan Mercy, "Come, tell me, you didn't hear anything."

Xuan Merci exposed him calmly: "You are hungry."

Xue Xianyin laughed with a smile: "I don't want to talk to you as a bald donkey. It's easy to grow old alone if you talk like this."

"You are here." Xuan Merci seemed to answer naturally and then patted him on the shoulder: "Let me go down to the ground, what do you want to eat?"

After all, this bamboo building belongs to him. There are things in this mountain that can fill the stomach. He knows much better than Xue Xian.

"I want to eat people." Xue Xian opened his mouth with a numb face, and his stomach screamed again as he spoke.

"There are a lot of things in this mountain, and there is no one alone." Xuan Mi just stood up beside the bed, and he stunned, and sat back on the bamboo bed again.

At that moment he was always calm and calm, as if he had opened his eyes from the flesh and everything was back to normal. Xue Xian was also used to the appearance of his copper skin and iron bone, and thought he really recovered so fast. As a result, it was only then that he found that Xuan Mian was far from completely restoring Qi and blood.

After all, Xuan Mercy didn't rest for a while on this bed, but died once.

However, Xuan Merci didn't care so much. He sat on the bed and simply pressed a sign on the veins of his heart, his face was slightly better. He didn't even have to wait a little longer, so he stood up again, lowered his eyes and asked Xue Xian with a warm voice: "Do you really want to eat someone?"

Xue Xian: "..." this serious tone really can't hear this man is talking nonsense.

"What to eat, you stay in bed for me." Xue Xianzuo sat on his own, a short section of Xuan Xuan, grabbed Xuan Zi's hand on his side, pulled him back and sat back. Beside the bed.

At this point, Xue Xian truly felt how weak Xuan Mian was, because when he pulled Xuan Mian, he had no strength at all.

"Find some food for you first, and it's not too late to nurse." Xuan Mian said in a loud voice.

"Don't talk." Xue Xian interrupted him, and found a string of copper coins from his cuff. There was a faint golden light flowing where his fingers passed. The bird you raised gave me this thing. "

He dangled the copper coin with a string and shook it in front of Xuan Mian's eyes, and said, "I guess it may have been used by you. When you digested the keel a few days ago, you borrowed a little bit of force, and then you gave it a spirit. You can take care of it and recover. Let's go get some food. "

The copper coins used by Xuan Mei in this life were originally given to him by Zu Hongpan. This is the default rule among the national teachers of all ages. Since he was six years old, he used that string and never changed it. And that bunch of copper coins has been left under the loess and used by the towns and rivers.

Therefore, this bunch of copper coins is naturally not owned by his life. He took the copper coins and felt it carefully. The strongest spiritual power here is his own, the most mellow is Xue Xian, and there is a faint and faint spiritual power, like many many years ago.

He should be unfamiliar with this breath of spiritual power, but these days, he is so familiar that he can immediately recognize it—the same lamp.

"This should have been given to me by the same lampboard from the previous life," Xuan Mian said.

Xue Xian raised an eyebrow, "Last World."

"You have opened your eyes in this life ..." Xue Xian lifted his chin and narrowed his eyes, his expression seemed to be teasing, and he showed a somewhat arbitrary meaning, "From beginning to end, it's mine."

Xuan Mian turned his head to look at him. His dark eyes were brightly lit by the lights, warm and watery: "Okay, it's all yours."

That's why life-saving grace is nothing to return.

"So you have to listen to what I said?" Xue Xian continued.

Xuan Merci followed his words and said, "Well."

"Then you are holding those small copper plates now, and you will take care of your body first." Xue Xian knocked on the bedboard with his fingers, asking earnestly.

Just as the two were talking, Xuan Merci's almost refined black bird fluttered into the room with wings flapping, still holding a cloth pocket in his mouth.

It fell in front of Xue Xian, with a sharp beak, and the cloth pocket fell on Xue Xian's legs, spread out, and revealed the contents inside.

I have to say that this bird is really only a bird, and knows how to solve problems for the master, because the net in this cloth pocket is something to eat.

just……

Xue Xian glanced briefly: Yes, it's all fruit.

At first glance, this bird was found according to his own taste. But no matter what, it is also a filling. In order to persuade Xuan Merci to leave him hungry or not, Xue Xian took care of his body first, and didn't dislike so much.

He smirked and bounced on the bird's forehead, "I haven't raised you for nothing these days."

In other words, he stretched out his long forefinger to pick among the fruit piles, picked a brightly colored crisp persimmon, threw it upside down in the hands, and choked Xuanmian to pick his chin: "I eat first You have to raise it first. The things in this mountain have to do it yourself. I'm too lazy to wait until dawn to go to the city restaurant to have a good meal. "

In the end, Xuanyi still sat up beside the bed.

This copper coin was used by him for the whole life, and then injected into the aura by Xue Xian. This kind of damage that destroys the foundation and even kills it is only a night.

All night, accompanied by Xuan Mian's ears, were various small movements.

Sometimes it was the crisp "click" sound when Xue Xian eating those crispy fruits, sometimes he could hear him getting up, his robes rustling from the chair, and his very light footsteps extended from this room, as if he had entered another room. I took some books in the wooden bookcase and walked back gently.

He had originally walked to the table near the window, but changed direction halfway, and turned straight and sat on the bamboo bed.

When Xuan Merci opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene—

Xue Xian sat beside him, leaning his back against the wall, his two long legs comfortably overlapped, his body was not so straight, slightly tilted, revealing a sense of idleness.

The sky outside was already bright, the clear sky shining through the window and shining on Xue Xian. And he raised his eyes lazily, his tone was a bit sloppy, and his voice was low as if he didn't bother to work hard: "That's all right? I haven't finished this book yet."

"Um." Xuan Merci answered.

"It took me a night's work to be hungry?" Xue Xian muttered, "Why are you a mortal, why are you hungry than me?" He reached out and rummaged in the open cloth pocket beside him.

"This crispy persimmon tastes pretty good, is it sweet? Would you like to try it?" He hadn't had any time in his mouth that night, and he was full of fruit. He left only two of them, one of which was a black bird. Okay, there's a bug eye on it.

So there is only one crunchy persimmon left. Xue Xian was rather shameless when he said this, as if the persimmon was not left unfinished, but was reserved for Xuan Merci.

He pointed aside the fruit with worm eyes and picked up the good-looking persimmon. As soon as he lifted his eyes, he found that Xuan Merci was always watching him.

"What do you think of me? Fruit juice is on my face?" Xue Xian stuffed the persimmon into Xuan Mian's hand, and touched his face a little blankly.

He was extremely comfortable from beginning to end, as if they had already passed countless mornings like this.

Xuan Mian suddenly felt that the reason why he liked living in the bamboo house far away from the hustle and bustle seemed to be such a calm and leisurely scene.

Ten, one hundred, or even thousands of years, I won't get bored if I am afraid.

Maybe because from last night, he is already alive again, and this life is destined to be tied to Xue Xian from beginning to end. Maybe he has experienced a real separation between life and death. His mood has changed a bit, and some emotions are no longer so tightly controlled ...

Xuan Mian watched Xue Xian quietly for a while, reached out and pinched Xue Xian's wrist, and took away his hands fumbled on his face, and wiped with his thumb a little wild fruit juice mark on his chin.

Xue Xian felt that his thumb rubbed on his chin twice, then stopped for a while.

The location of the skin in contact was quite ambiguous, so Xue Xian thought, and let him pinch his chin, squint his eyes and drag the tone: "If it was not my illusion, on that black rocky beach, you seem to be carrying me Did a bad thing— "

Xuan Mian raised his eyes and looked into his eyes. His voice was soft and low: "What is it?"

Xue Xian set the book aside, took Xuan's wrist with his homeopathy, sat up straight with his strength, and kissed Xuan's lip, then came back solemnly and leaned against the wall to pick up the book again. Raising his eyebrows, "Anyway, it's flat."

Talking, his overlapping long legs were still shaking, it seemed that the move just now was extremely natural.

Xuan Merci looked down for a while, then suddenly said, "No."

Xue Xian's shaking legs stopped: "Huh? What's wrong?"

"You forgot to cover your eyes ..." Xuan Merci's voice was deep.

Before Xue Xian could react, he had raised his hand and covered it, and pressed it gently on Xue Xian's eyes.

Xue Xian's breathing was stagnant, and his eyes became dark and he could see nothing.

Immediately afterwards, the kiss of sympathy pressed over ...