Panguan

Thank you for moving your fingers.

Except for Wen Shi, no other person would dare to attack him without any explanation. He rarely encountered such a situation in his life, and he was naturally not used to it.

But he didn't pull his hand back.

His eyes fell on Wen Shi's face, and he let the other party play with him. After a while, he glanced at the cuff that was pushed to the upper arm, and said, "There are still so many people behind, so let's do it—"

That being said, his hands are still very cooperative.

Xie Wen's original intention was to tease people, and he would say a word or two when he was so excited. Once back and forth, someone's frown can be loosened, and they can worry less.

As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, he coughed a few times in the wind.

The vibration of the chest caused the fingers to tremble slightly, and the expression on his face immediately became uglier when he heard it.

This blinding wind...

Xie Wen turned around after coughing, not being funny anymore, and said in a low voice: "Don't be so stern, it's nothing serious. Just give up when you help, what kind of master are you?"

"I don't believe it." He didn't lift his head when he heard it, and the strength in his hands was still heavy. Because of his uneasy expression, his tone was cold and tense: "When did you not say that?"

Xie Wen was stunned by this rhetorical question, and couldn't find any examples to refute it for a while, so he raised his eyebrows and laughed dumbfoundedly.

He raised his eyes with a smile, glanced at a place far away from Wen Shi, and suddenly asked, "Have you read the books written by the Zhang family?"

"No." When I heard it, I was completely undisturbed by him.

"I have flipped through a few books." Xie Wen said, "It is written in the book that when the ancestor of puppetry heard about it—"

"..."

When I heard it, my movements stopped, and my eyelids jumped.

When the puppet patriarch heard it, Xie Wen lowered his voice and said it softly and slowly, just these six words, even though the tone was very ordinary, there was a sense of...unexplainable.

Xie Wen paused after these six words before continuing: "—By nature, he is withdrawn and doesn't like to get close to others. Brothers and sisters all have times when they hook their shoulders and shoulders, but you don't. It's three zhang Do not allow living creatures to come close."

"..."

Wen Shi finally raised his eyelids, and looked at Xie Wen with a "what kind of stupid talk" expression on his face.

"Don't hate me, I didn't write it. If I were to write it, it would have to be..." Xie Wen thought for a second, and said, "The patriarch of puppet arts heard that when he was young, he was sticking to the stove to watch people cook wine, and the result— —”

"In the end, you boiled the wine dry." Wen Shi cut off the conversation in a cold voice, and took a bite back, not letting Xie Wen continue.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and pressed his fingers along Xie Wen's upper arm and shoulder, but there was still no tendency to stop.

He was really scared of being deceived by the man in front of him. When you see that the palm is fine, you have to look at the arm, and the arm is fine, but you don't worry about your shoulders, neck, and chest.

He was afraid that Xie Wen's current body wouldn't be able to support such an explosive use of the Spiritual God, and the stagnant withering would suddenly accelerate.

"Okay, I've boiled the wine." Xie Wen nodded, followed his words to admit it, and didn't expose his shortcoming again. Instead, he glanced into the distance again, and said: "Anyway, those people have been poisoned by those rumors since they were young. If they see the legendary ancestor of puppetry who prevents living things from approaching within three feet, they will forgive them in public. button, I’m guessing I’ll be scared out of my wits.”

He turned a deaf ear when he heard it, all when Xie Wen was dumb and he was deaf, and concentrated on confirming the other party's state.

He just glanced at the gap between the collar of the shirt from the corner of his eye, and he always felt that something was not right. Just about to unbutton Xie Wen's collar, Xie Wen grabbed his wrist instead.

"Okay, okay." Xie Wen finally felt a little helpless, "It's almost there."

He stared blankly at Wen Shi for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips.

When I heard it: "..."

This method was too much, and the ancestor of puppetry couldn't stand it, so he was stunned for a moment.

"You..." After a while, Wen Shi only moved. Just about to speak, Xie Wen bent his knuckles against his chin, and kissed him again.

When I heard it, I realized that I was already responding.

After Xie Wen straightened up, he turned his head away when he heard it. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if a moment of annoyance was mixed in his slightly chaotic breath.

After a while, he suddenly remembered one thing: there are more than a hundred family members behind......

Wen Shi stood blankly for two seconds, then looked back.

As a result, his expression changed the next moment.

In the already disfigured courtyard of the Zhang family, the damp mist permeated quietly, and there was a milky white light in the deep night.

The trees that were originally planted in the center of the courtyard fell to the ground in a haphazard manner, their branches were covered with a thin layer of watery light, and some of the overgrown branches were in the mist, and at first glance they looked a bit like people.

Other than that, not a single real person.

It wasn't until this moment that Wen Shi suddenly realized that he was confused just now, all his attention was on Xie Wen, and he had no time to take care of other things. In fact, ever since Zhang Dai withered and fell to the ground, the screams and the wind gradually faded away, and there were no other voices around, only him and Xie Wen.

Those hundreds of people, including Bu Ning, Xia Qiao, Lao Mao and Xiao Zhao, all disappeared without a trace.

He looked around and asked Xie, "How long has it been under the fog?"

He looked at the piece of rotten wood on the ground and said, "Before he became like this, or after?"