Copper Coins

The sky outside has already turned into a deep blue-black without knowing it, and it is rare that there is no wind at night. The large wild forests in the entire mountain depression stand quietly, without even the slight sound of the leaves rubbing against each other, which is extraordinarily quiet.

The black bird that was suspected to be raised by Xuan Min flew out of the house after nightfall, and it didn't know where it nested in the forest. Occasionally, it would make a song or two, lazily, and dragging for an extremely long time.

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

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

The miasma that was swept away by Xue Xian during the day reappeared at night, spreading out little by little from the depths of the mountain depression. It seemed to be slow, but in fact it didn't take long to fill up the entire mountain depression.

This miasma is much heavier than ordinary water mist, and it is as thick as ointment, and it will drown everything in a short while. Anyone who walks in it may not be able to see all five fingers.Even if someone is close at hand, you can only hear his voice but not see him.

Thanks to Shitou Zhang and Lu Nianqi who left early, otherwise they would have lost their lives if they encountered the white mist that had gathered again on the way.

However, unlike them, Xue Xian and Xuan Min were not actually afraid of this miasma, and they only considered those two ordinary people before removing the fog.They have a lot of ways to block this kind of toxic thing, but they won't be affected much by being in it.

After the miasma was dispelled once, when it gathered again, it was thicker than before. Even the small bamboo building in the mountain depression did not go around, and entered the house through the window, and even the lower back room was covered with hazy mist. There is smoke and water, and there is a slight coolness.

But Xue Xian was sweating profusely in the cool mist.

He frowned, and tugged at the front of his clothes, which had been pulled several times by him, was completely open, hanging loosely on his body.

There were no wet marks in the black robe, but it was actually soaked through. Because it was so thin, it was stuck to the shoulders and arms by damp sweat. A strip of skin from wide to narrow was exposed to the waist.

After being half-paralyzed for half a year, he lost a lot of weight, so that the muscles on his body flattened a little, leaving only a thin layer, which was soaked in a fine layer of sweat and shone brightly. There are some ups and downs.

He was still sitting on the table, propping his hands on the edge of the table, with his head down, his eyelashes wet with sweat, so that he half-closed his eyes, but his eyes were still blurry.

I don't know how much the superimposed effect of these three layers of dragon saliva is stronger than Xuan Min's that night. Xue Xian only knows that he is extremely uncomfortable now, and the sweat on his body is steaming, but now he is too sensitive. An inch of skin and even every pore was so sensitive that he couldn't touch it, and even the process of transpiration and sweat made him shiver uncontrollably.

The hot flashes and anxiety urgently need an outlet, but he is a little out of control, and the force is so heavy that his bones all over his body seem to be soaked in sweat, some indescribably sore and swollen, and he can't even raise his hand. It has become a very exhausting thing.

His consciousness was too vague, and the sigh of the blackbird outside the house turned into some kind of ambiguous movement in his ears, which made his ears itch, and he became more and more eager to move.

He originally wanted Xuan Min to think of something, but Xuan Min restrained himself, and his torment here would have no end, if this continues, he really...

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

However, after such a flash, the sweat beads on the neck slid down, and the distinct, neutral touch snaked down from the neck socket along the collarbone, and just happened to slide across the chest.

Xue Xian tightened his hand supporting the edge of the table, frowned and took a deep breath, another shock.

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

However, after an unknown amount of time, when he half-closed his eyes again, the miasma in the room did not know whether it was recruited by someone or gathered by himself. His robes are gone.

Xue Xian, who was submerged in the thick white mist, was a little dazed. He frowned, exhaled heavily, and glanced aimlessly with his half-opened and half-closed eyes, and twitched his eyelashes sticky with sweat. ...for a while... It opened slowly and procrastinatingly, and it didn't even close to the end.

In his confusion, he heard Xuan Min's voice, which seemed to be close at hand, but also seemed to be a little far away, "Give me your hand."

Xue Xian didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but he subconsciously let go of one hand, stretched his fingers lazily forward, and was held by the other hand just after stretching a few inches.That hand was hot but strong, holding him firmly, as if giving him another support.

Naturally, Xue Xian's body leaned forward a little towards that hand, pressing his whole body heavily on that hand.

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

Xue Xian's fluttering eyelashes trembled, and after he paused in a daze for a moment, his breath suddenly rose.

All the hot flashes and anxiety seemed to have finally found a source of dependence and outlet. He frowned, and let go of the edge of the table with his other hand, squeezed the hand on his waist, and pulled it towards himself After a bit of tugging, then subconsciously followed instinct, pulling that hand and reaching under the stacked robes.

"Don't move." The person being dragged by him seemed to say this in a low voice. The miasma was too thick, and Xue Xian's eyes were empty again. He couldn't see Xuan Min's face, but just listening to his tone, it was the same as before. Indifferent and calm, it's just that the body has been burned for a long time, and the tone is slightly hoarse in the dark.

However, at this point, how could Xue Xian be obedient.He led that hand and groped under the robe, the piled folds moved with the movements of his fingers, anxious and chaotic, out of order, but couldn't stop...

The process was too restless, and Xue Xian's mind went blank for a while. He only remembered when and how it developed. The person who helped him silently was pulled in front of him, so close to him Spread your knees a little so that the opponent can stand still.He even felt the reaction of the other party's body in his eager and confused tugging.

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

He didn't know when the hand supporting the weight got up, and he pressed it on the table, and with the movement of the other hand, it tightened and loosened one after another.And his forehead rested heavily on the opponent's shoulder, and his half-closed eyes were full of mist.

Xuan Min seemed to say goodbye to him again, and then, for some reason, wanted to move back a little distance, but was held tightly by him.

After all, the result caused by the strength of the dragon's saliva was different from normal, and it was extremely difficult to vent, so that after a long time, until Xue Xian's anxiety had reached the peak, and he couldn't help but want to make some noise, he felt that he wanted to speak out. close at hand.

At that moment, he didn't even know whether he was relieving or entangled Xuan Min's hand, but his fingers trembled violently, and his back was tense.

A moment later, he suddenly pressed his forehead deeply against Xuan Min's neck, and his narrowed eyes suddenly lost focus.

He tensed silently for a long time before he slowly relaxed a little, panting heavily, and a layer of sweat evaporated from his body, almost drenched.

However, the dragon saliva was not so easy to pass away, and after a while, the feeling of anxiety surged out again...

All the things that night were divided into indistinct fragments by the miasma and panting sounds, so that in the end, Xue Xian couldn't even figure out how long he had been messing around with Xuan Min's help...

However, no matter how long it took, the miasma never cleared, and Xue Xian never saw Xuan Min's face.This feeling was indescribably weird, but it also added a strange sense of shame, so that Xue Xian, who was always willing to let go, sometimes felt a little hot for no reason.

After a long time, Xue Xian finally calmed down, and the restlessness in his body disappeared, leaving only a little aftertaste of desire, which gradually dissipated with the steaming heat.

He lazily propped himself on the table, and after resting for a while, he groped for the oil lamp with restless hands, and the dim light of the fire became brighter, and the thick layer of mist also dissipated tactfully. open.

The mist that Xuan Min deliberately caused...

Xue Xian thought so, but he didn't say it because of extreme fatigue. After the mist cleared, he glanced lazily with lowered eyes, and saw that the front he had ripped open because of the heat had been pulled up. The table and table are still in a mess, and where the oil lamp shines, there are still traces of sweat left by fingers, which are ambiguous but indistinct.

Not far away, Xuan Min sat on the futon, closed his eyes, and meditated quietly, with a few books selected by him neatly stacked in front of him.It was as if he had never left that futon.

The tranquility there was in stark contrast to Xue Xian's mess here, so that for a moment, Xue Xian even wondered if everything just now was just an illusion.

He lowered his head and looked at his hand, fortunately there were still some traces of being squeezed and held on his wrist, otherwise, he might really feel that he had fallen into a demon again.

Xue Xian stared at the clenching marks for a moment, then raised his head and said to Xuan Min, "It's a courtesy, come here, and I'll help you too, at worst, if you create another smog, no one can see anyone, just treat it as Dream it."

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 stuck in the daze after venting, his reaction was laziness and slowness, and he seemed a little dazed: "It's solved? How is it possible? If it's solved by meditating, then I'll..."

He spoke halfway, then silently closed his mouth, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

Hearing this, Xuan Min was silent for a while again, and finally said: "You solved it, and I no longer feel uncomfortable."

Xue Xian digested the meaning of this sentence slowly, sat blankly for a while, and opened his mouth to vomit blood on the bald donkey's face: "........."

How great, it's like shooting a cold arrow at the enemy, but the blind thing turned a corner halfway, and finally stabbed into my heart...

"Take off your belt and lend it to me." Xue Xian said expressionlessly.

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

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

Xuan Min: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

It was fine while talking, but once it quieted down, a faint sense of embarrassment and ambiguity spread in the room.Xue Xian lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, then asked again: "How long is it? If you have finished taking care of everything that should be done, will you go back to Fang's house later?"

As soon as these words were said, before Xuan Min even responded, Xue Xian felt something in his pocket suddenly move.