Copper Coins Chapter 67: Iron Army (2)

The sky outside had already turned into a deep blue-black unknowingly. It was rare that there was no wind at night, and the large wild forests in the entire mountain were standing quietly, without even the light noise of the leaves rubbing each other, which was extraordinarily special. Quiet.

The black bird, suspected to be raised by Xuan Min, flew out of the house after nightfall, and didn't know where it was nesting in the forest. extremely long.

It's just that this call doesn't sound like an ordinary bird, but a human sigh. In the middle of the night, it sounds particularly scary and haunted, so it's no wonder that such rumors spread.

The sigh was folded back and forth several times by the col, overlapping.

The mist that had been swept away by Xue Xian in the daytime reappeared at night, spreading little by little from the depths of the mountain.

This miasma is much heavier than ordinary water mist, and the cream is white and thick, and it will drown everything in a short while. Anyone walking in it, I am afraid that they will not be able to see all five fingers. Even if someone is close at hand, they can only hear their voices and not see them.

It is fortunate that Shitou Zhang and Lu Nianqi left early, otherwise they would not be able to save their lives when they met the white fog that had gathered again halfway.

However, unlike them, Xue Xian and Xuan Min were not afraid of this kind of fog and miasma. The previous fog removal only took into account the two ordinary people. This kind of poisonous thing, they have a way to block, in fact, they will not be affected much.

After the mist had been dissipated once, when it gathered again, it was thicker than before, and even the small bamboo building in the mountain did not bypass, entering the house through the window, and even the inner room, which was one story shorter, was rippling. The hazy smoke and water vapor, and some slight coolness.

While Xue Xian was in this cool mist, he was sweating profusely.

He frowned and tugged at the placket of his shirt. The placket, which had been pulled several times by him, was completely opened and hung loosely on his body.

The black robe did not show any wet marks, but it was actually soaked through. Because of its thinness, the wet sweat stuck to the shoulders and arms, and the drooping front was folded on the lower abdomen. , the skin from the neck to the waist is exposed from wide to narrow.

Having been half paralyzed for half a year, he has lost a lot of weight, so that the muscles on his body have flattened a little, leaving only a thin layer, soaked in a fine layer of sweat, shining brightly in the dim light Next, outline some undulating traces.

He was still sitting on the desk, supporting the edge of the desk with both hands, his head bowed, his eyelashes wet with sweat, so that he half-squinted his eyes, but his eyes were still blurry.

I don't know how much heavier the effect of these three layers of dragon saliva is than that of Xuanmin that night. Xue Xian only knew that he was extremely uncomfortable now, and the sweat on his body was steaming, but he was too sensitive now. Now, every inch of skin and even every pore is too sensitive to touch, and even the process of transpiring wet sweat made him shiver.

The hot flashes and irritability urgently need an outlet, but he is a little out of control, and the strength is so heavy that the bones around his body seem to be soaked in sweat, some indescribably sore and swollen, even Raising your hand has become a particularly exhausting thing.

Consciousness is too vague, and the sigh of the black bird outside the house has turned into some kind of ambiguous movement in his ears.

His original intention was to ask Xuanmin to think of some ways, but Xuanmin restrained, and his suffering here would have no end. If it goes on like this, he really...

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes, licked his lips, and subconsciously shook his head to try to wake himself up.

However, with such a sway, the beads of sweat on the neck slid down, and the distinct feeling of neither light nor heavy touches meandering down from the neck socket along the collarbone, just slipping across the chest.

Xue Xian's hand supporting the edge of the table suddenly tightened, frowning and gasping for breath, another shock.

He didn't remember if he had spoken to Xuanmin, maybe he called him twice, or maybe the voice had been blurred in the bottom of his throat and never came out.

However, after an unknown amount of time, when he half-squinted his eyes again, the fog in the room, whether he was recruited or gathered by himself, suddenly became thicker, so thick that he even had the oil lamp and waist around him. The robes stacked in front of the abdomen were nowhere to be seen.

Submerged in the thick white mist, Xue Xian was a little dazed. He frowned, exhaling heavily, and glanced aimlessly with his half-opened and half-closed eyes. Eyelashes . . . . . . slow and protracted, never even closing.

He heard Xuanmin's voice in confusion. It seemed to be close at hand, but it seemed to be a little far away, "Give me your hand."

Xue Xian didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but he let go of one hand subconsciously and stretched his fingers forward lazily. That hand was hot but strong, holding him firmly, as if to give him another support.

Naturally, Xue Xian's body leaned forward towards that hand, placing the weight of his entire body on that hand.

He clenched his fingers and opened his mouth to say something, but the next moment, he didn't utter a word, just gasped heavily. Because another one came out of the thick fog and touched the skin of his lower abdomen.

Xue Xianxi's eyelashes trembled, and after a moment of dazed stagnation, his breath suddenly became rapid.

All the hot flashes and anxiety seem to have finally found a way to rely and escape. He frowned, and the other hand also released the edge of the table, squeezed the hand between his waist and abdomen, and turned it towards the side of the table. I tugged here, and then subconsciously followed my instinct, pulling the hand and poking under the stacked robes.

"Don't move." The person he was pulling seemed to say this in a deep voice. The fog was too thick, and Xue Xian's eyes were empty again. He couldn't see Xuanmin's face, but just listening to the tone, It is as indifferent and calm as always, but maybe it has been burned for a long time, and the tone is slightly dull in the dark.

However, at this point, Xue Xian could still be obedient. He led the hand and groped under the robe. The stacked folds moved one after another with the movements of his fingers, in a hurry and disorder.

The process was too frustrating, and Xue Xian's mind went blank again and again. He just remembered that he didn't know when it started, and how it developed. The person who helped him silently was pulled in front of him. Until he had to open his knees a bit to get the other person to stand still. He felt the reaction of the other's body even in his eager and chaotic pulling.

Even so, he still couldn't see the other person's face, and could only hear his breathing close at hand, which seemed to overlap with his own.

I don't know when the hand that supported the weight got up, and he pressed it on the table. With the movement of the other hand, it tightened and loosened. And his forehead rested heavily on the other's shoulder, and his half-closed eyes were filled with mist.

Xuan Min seemed to tell him to stay still, and then for some reason, he wanted to move back some distance, but he was holding him tightly.

After all, the result of Long Xiao's strength is different from normal, and it is extremely difficult to vent, so that after a long time, Xue Xian's anxiety has reached the top, and he can't help but want to make some noise. It felt like the exit was just around the corner.

At that moment, he couldn't even figure out whether he was relaxing or entangled Xuan Min's hand, but his fingers trembled violently and his back was tense.

After a while, he suddenly pressed his forehead deeply into Xuan Min's neck, his squinting eyes suddenly defocused.

He stretched silently for a while, before slowly relaxing a little, panting heavily, and a layer of sweat was steaming on his body, almost soaking wet.

However, the dragon saliva is not so easy to kill, and after a while, the anxiety will come out again...

Everything that night was divided into indistinct fragments by the mist and the sound of breathing, so that in the end, Xue Xian couldn't even figure out how long he had been fooling around with Xuanmin's help...

However, no matter how long it took, the mist never dissipated, and Xue Xian never saw Xuanmin's face. This kind of feeling is indescribably strange, but it adds a strange sense of shame, so that Xue Xian, who has always been willing to let go, has some unreasonable heat in the occasional moment.

After a long time, Xue Xian finally calmed down, the restlessness in his body dissipated, and there was only a little aftertaste of desire and desire.

He propped lazily on the desk. After a short rest, he fumbled for the oil lamp with his free hand. The hazy fire lighted up a little, and the thick layer of mist was also quite interesting. scattered.

The fog that Xuan Min deliberately brought in...

Xue Xian thought about this, but he didn't say it because he was extremely lazy. After the mist cleared, he glanced lazily with his eyes down, and saw that the front he had torn open because he was too hot was already there. He was pulled up a bit, but the table was still in a mess. Where the oil lamp was shining, there were still traces of sweat left by his fingers, which was ambiguous but blurred.

Not far away, Xuan Min sat on the futon, closed his eyes, and sat quietly, with a few books he picked out, neatly folded. It was as if he had never left that futon.

The tranquility in his place was in stark contrast to the chaos in Xue Xian's place, so much so that for a moment, Xue Xian even doubted whether everything just now was just an illusion.

He looked down at his hand. Fortunately, there were still some traces of being grasped on his wrist. Otherwise, he might really feel that he was a demon again.

Xue Xian stared at the clenched trace for a moment, then raised his head and said to Xuanmin, "Rites are still coming, come here, I will help you too, if it's a big deal, if you call the fog again, no one will see who. , think of it as a dream."

Xuan Min didn't even open his eyelids. After a moment of silence, he quietly said, "No need, it's already solved."

Xue Xian was still in a daze after the catharsis. His reaction was lazy and slow, and he looked a little dumb: "I solved it? How is it possible? If it is solved by meditating, then I will..."

He silently closed his mouth and swallowed the second half of his sentence.

Xuan Min heard the words, and was silent for a while again, and finally said: "If you solve it, I will no longer feel any discomfort."

Xue Xian slowly digested the meaning of this sentence, sat blankly for a moment, and opened his mouth to vomit the blood of the bald donkey: "………………"

How awesome, it's like throwing a cold arrow at the enemy, but the eyeless thing turned a corner halfway, and finally stabbed into his own heart...

"Lend your belt to me." Xue Xian said expressionlessly.

Xuan Min couldn't hear his anger and anger for a while, although he still didn't open his eyes, he still frowned and asked, "What?"

Xue Xian said dryly: "I don't want to live anymore, I plan to hang myself at the door of your house."

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

It's okay to talk, but once it's quiet, a faint sense of embarrassment and ambiguity dissipates in the room. Xue Xian lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then said, "What time is it? If you have finished all the things you should have done, will you go back to Fang's house later?"

As soon as these words came out, Xuanmin hadn't even responded, and Xue Xian felt that something in his pocket suddenly wriggled.