Anecdotes with facial paralyzed subordinates

Yan Ke's scabbard was placed on the table.At this time, it is not an empty scabbard.A sword was inserted into the sheath, the hilt and guard were very simple, and it looked no different from the wooden sword used in the stage performance just now.

Zhao Xuehan couldn't help thinking of the "Magic Sword" in the play just now.He sat at the table and couldn't help touching the hilt of his sword.The hilt of the sword seemed to be just ordinary ebony, but somehow gave off a faint coolness.

This coolness is not piercing, but has a cool and comfortable feeling.Zhao Xuehan put his palm on the hilt of the sword, and secretly pulled out the sword a little.

When he saw the blade, he froze for a moment.The blade of the sword did not glow with a metallic white light like ordinary swords, but a faint blue.Several scratches on the body of the sword floated like water waves under the light of the guest room.Zhao Xuehan couldn't help touching the blade lightly with his fingers.The blade is very rounded to the touch.Zhao Xuehan felt as if he was touching a piece of jade, not metal.

He had an illusion, as if the sword trembled slightly with his touch.

Zhao Xuehan put the sword back into the scabbard.He sat down at the table, rested his chin in his hand and pondered for a while, then took out the bag from his arms.

He shook his clothes, and found that the booklet and box he had taken in the Mozun's room were also in his arms, and he had completely forgotten about it.

Zhao Xuehan put the box on the table, picked up the booklet and flipped through it again.The booklet is very thin, and there are not many portraits of people in it. The small characters under the portraits are not the same, some are "catastrophe. Insufficient cultivation." The human face in the painting was covered by a thick layer of red wax oil, and the small characters below said "Self-destruct. Unknown."

Zhao Xuehan's heart started beating wildly when he saw this line.For some reason, he became inexplicably interested in the human face under the wax, so he carefully removed the grease bit by bit.

The wax oil seemed to have been attached for a long time, and there were red marks on the paper.After removing it, there was still a red mark on the man's face, as if the person in the book had blood on his face.

Zhao Xuehan cleaned it carefully, and when the eyes of the person in the painting happened to be exposed, he suddenly felt a tingling pain in his fingertips.A few sparks emerged from his fingers, and when they touched the pages of the book, they ignited blazingly.

Zhao Xuehan was startled, and hurriedly closed the booklet and threw it on the ground. The booklet ran across the table and knocked down the small box on the table.The box fell to the ground with a bang, and the lid and body of the box separated immediately. Dozens of small stones like pomegranate seeds in the box jumped out of the box and rolled around on the ground.

The flames in the book burned blazingly, and after burning up the entire booklet, it went out immediately. Fortunately, no other furniture was involved.Zhao Xuehan breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and tried to pick the stone back into the box.However, as soon as his fingertips touched the surface of the stone, the stone immediately bounced up, and a white light burst out instantly, sweeping around.Zhao Xuehan quickly took two steps back, covering his eyes with his sleeve.

When he removed his sleeves, he found a man standing in front of him.

The man was wearing an indigo Taoist robe, tall and tall, and looked very good-looking, but his eyes were cold and his expression was as cold as ice.

He was not far away from Zhao Xuehan, but he didn't look at him, but lowered his head, as if looking at someone much shorter than himself.

Zhao Xuehan suddenly noticed that this person did not suddenly appear alone.Behind him... There is actually a background.

It was a scorched wasteland, with charred houses and trees standing obliquely.

Zhao Xuehan lowered his head and saw the small stone shining light, the position where the light shone was exactly where this man appeared.

This is not a real person, but rather... a projection.

"If you want to hate, hate me." The man spoke, his voice was as calm as water, without a trace of waves. "I don't explain. I don't complain."

Then there was a long silence.

Zhao Xuehan heard the sound of wind blowing dead wood rolling on the ground.He saw the burnt black ashes drifting by the man's side, without any trace of it sticking to the man's body.

"Are you afraid of me?" An immature child's voice was blurred by the wind, and came from the small glowing stone on the ground.

The man's eyes did not move, and his eyes were fixed on the direction of the sound indifferently.His skin is very fair, and his eyes are almost transparent amber color, which makes the scorched earth behind him darker and darker.

"I'm not afraid of anything." The man's voice was deep and low, reaching Zhao Xuehan's ears.

At that moment, Zhao Xuehan suddenly felt a severe pain on his forehead as if pierced by a sharp knife.The figure of the man in the image swayed, and he bared his teeth and claws.

As if something was desperately trying to get out of his brain, Zhao Xuehan had a splitting headache, he could only close his eyes and bend down, press his forehead hard on the floor, and let out hoarse and painful panting sounds from his throat.

He felt his waist being lifted up, turned over, and was immediately held tightly by a pair of hard hands.The pain in the head gradually disappeared, but the pain in the arms and waist and legs was severe.

Zhao Xuehan slowly opened his eyes, but was facing a pair of ice blue pupils.He was held tightly in Yan Ke's arms, watching with both eyes.

when did he come in !When Zhao Xuehan saw this face, he immediately forgot the pain in his head, and his whole body became stiff instantly, even the heel of his tongue was stiff.

Yan Ke ignored his embarrassment, he still tightly pinched Zhao Xuehan's arm with one hand, and lifted his other hand to press his forehead.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Zhao Xuehan jumped up abruptly, put the stones on the ground and the cloth bag on the table into his arms with lightning speed, then turned around to face Yan Ke with a "don't worry about it" expression.

Yan Ke kept holding Zhao Xuehan and knelt on the ground with one knee, still watching him quietly, as if waiting for his answer.

Zhao Xuehan avoided Yan Ke's gaze. "I..." He hesitated for a moment, trying to keep his voice steady, "Something went wrong with my practice, don't worry about it."

"Really." Yan Ke said lightly.He stood up and walked towards Zhao Xuehan, the shadow of that tall body slowly oppressed him.

Zhao Xuehan involuntarily took two steps back, and a burst of loud laughter suddenly broke out in the lobby downstairs.With a start, he quickly turned sideways out of the door, then immediately closed the door and locked Yan Ke in the room.

He stood on the steps in front of the door and kicked a few times, then shook his head with a wry smile at his cowardice.He glanced at the locked door behind him, saw that Yan Ke hadn't come out, so he walked down the stairs in twos and threes, and walked into the crowded lobby again.

Let's not go back to the room now.Zhao Xuehan thought, and touched his chest.There were cloth bags and boxes, as well as the change Yan Ke gave himself.

Yan Ke is my subordinate, and the money my subordinates give me is my money, so it should be okay to think so.Thinking about it, Zhao Xuehan raised his head and looked around the lobby.I have to pay the guy for the bucket and clothes first.

It was evening, and there were a lot of guests coming to eat, and the guys were all very busy.Zhao Xuehan observed silently, and seeing that the man carrying swill was not in the lobby, he turned around and walked straight to the back kitchen.

The back kitchen is divided into two rooms, one is for the fire, and the chefs are there.The other is to pick vegetables and wash dishes, and there is only one guy washing vegetables.The door was ajar, Zhao Xuehan knocked, and the man raised his head.

Sure enough, it was the guy Wang Wu.

Wang Wu saw Zhao Xuehan standing at the door, and wiped his wet hands on his clothes. "Guest officer, what can you do?" he asked.

"Help me make a cucumber salad." Zhao Xuehan said.

Wang Wu froze for a moment, Zhao Xuehan saw a line of small characters formed next to his head.

"Wow, this guest officer is really ugly! He wants to eat cold cucumber!"

Zhao Xuehan was speechless, completely ignorant of the causal relationship between these two sentences.He touched his face.

It seems that the human|skin|skin|mask that Yan Ke wore for herself is really not very good.he thinks.

"You tell Xiaoer directly, and Xiaoer will tell the chef to make it for you." Wang Wu said.

Zhao Xuehan waved his hand, "There are too many people now, and the store is too busy. I just want to eat a cucumber. If I really ask Xiao Er to rank the dishes, I don't know when I will be able to eat them."

"You can cut one for me, and I'll give you some extra money." He took out thirty Wen from his sleeve and stuffed it into Wang Wu's hand.

"This...too much!" Wang Wu said so, but he was reluctant to let go of the money. "It's enough to shoot cucumber three articles."

"It's okay." Zhao Xuehan said, thinking that thirty renminbi should be enough to compensate this guy for a suit of clothes and a bucket, "Hurry up and make it for me, I'll wait to eat."

"Okay." Seeing Zhao Xuehan's generosity, Wang Wu didn't refuse, and after a line of "ugly people have a lot of money" flashed beside his head, he carefully put the thirty Wen into his arms.

"Just wait for me here for a while." As he said, he picked a cucumber that looked better from the side of the water tank, washed it carefully, put it on the chopping board and began to chop it.

While cutting, the man kept chattering nonstop: "Guest's accent doesn't sound like a local? Passing by for an overnight stay? How long do you plan to stay in this town?"