Lie Huo Jiao Chou

In Xuan Ji's mind, 1 embarrassments rushed past each other. He wanted to explain, but his brain, trampled by the embarrassment, forgot the words. For a moment, the character set of "Crap on the bus" was in danger. The true feelings of people with social phobia.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Lingyuan's reaction was unusually flat, he woke up, exhaled lightly, let go of Xuan Ji, waved his hand lightly and said, "You don't need to wait."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Sheng Lingyuan sat up again with some difficulty, and he didn't know where it was affected. When he got up, his shoulders tightened, and his hands were raised half an inch, as if he wanted to cover something, but then he held back, and he sat silently for a while. Yes, he stood up slowly but calmly, pointed to the bed sheet, and ordered: "Ask someone to replace it."

Xuan Ji stared at him in disbelief, seeing that His Majesty's face was full of naturalness, and he was not ashamed of exploiting the working people at all.

So he asked half mockingly: "Do you want me to help you take a bath and change your clothes?"

Sheng Lingyuan flipped through the pockets thrown in the corner, his eyes hurt from the shabby clothes inside, this time he didn't even bother to wave his hands, he just flicked his fingers lazily - no, you go down.

Xuan Ji: "..."

These evil feudal ruling class, what a dog attitude!

Sheng Lingyuan knows how to wear clothes. When he just woke up from Chiyuan, he happened to run into those tourists. He didn't remember anything at that time. Seeing the strange customs of this place, he secretly followed those people for a while. Then, according to the attires of those people, I used leaves and simple illusions to pinch myself - the style and color of the clothes and clothes are often very complicated. If you are a newcomer, it is not good if you make any taboos, Sheng Lingyuan He is a careful person, so he studied the characteristics of each person's clothing, and summed up the commonality and the most commonly used and safest colors for them.

But now I know that he was too cautious at that time, and the people here simply have no taboos.

"Life is really wanton." He thought with envy and disgust, "It's just too much freedom, and I don't know beauty or ugliness."

In the past two years, "long legs" have become popular, and people are trying to increase the so-called "waistline". The tops are either short or tucked into the trousers. Coolies wear "short coats", which are not so short!

Sheng Lingyuan tossed aside an electric blue "Superman" vest. He might have suspected that the coquettish green one was poisonous, so he didn't touch it. Finally, he pulled out the general from the bag. He pinched his nose and picked up a white sportswear. I barely took it away.

The bathroom door was locked, but Sheng Lingyuan couldn't open it, so after closing the door, he first unscrewed the faucet, led the water out with his fingers, and tapped it on the bathroom door, and the water quickly crawled out of the door. , and then condensed into ice in his palm, the temperature in the bathroom plummeted, the entire door was frozen, and the hot air from the air conditioner hummed.

Sheng Lingyuan was alarmed by the movement of the air conditioner outlet, and looked up. Although Xuan Ji told him what it was, the environmental noises that contemporary people can turn a deaf ear to still make him nervous.

With a few simple movements, cold sweat broke out on Sheng Lingyuan's forehead, and he reached out to support the pool.His hands were shaking uncontrollably, and he untied the belt after stumbling a few times.

As soon as the robe woven by the flowers of life and death leaves him, it immediately withers into a handful of dead grass.

Sheng Lingyuan pressed his chest firmly, and locked a muffled groan into his throat—there was no blood on his chest, but black air swirled around, and a few flame-colored "threads" were loomingly stuck in his chest. The flesh and blood are constantly being corroded, and they are constantly healing themselves, repeatedly seeing the saw, which looks particularly shocking.

Sheng Lingyuan's fingers suddenly exerted force, and directly plunged into his chest, grabbing a "thread" as if pulling out his heart, and forcibly pulled it out.

Xuan Ji outside boredly turned on the TV, picked a channel at random, played it in the background, and then took out the breakfast menu to order room service.

Putting down the phone, he had nothing to do. He wandered around the room a few times, took out his mobile phone, and put the history book he just downloaded...and a few danmei novels that somehow got mixed in deleted.

In nature, most of the creatures with wings are stinky and lustful. Although Xuan Ji is not a real bird, but because of such an unscrupulous organ on his back, he is not exempt from vulgarity—male sex and female sex He has the appetite to appreciate all kinds of colors.

"But it's okay," Xuan Ji turned the phone over and over in his hand, persuading himself earnestly, "You still have to be sensible."

As he spoke, the "reasonable" Director Xuan pricked up his ears and listened to the sound from the bathroom next door.

No movement.

Xuan Ji couldn't help but "worried about the ancients"—I heard that these corrupt and corrupt feudal ruling classes had to be fed by others. Can they take care of themselves? "

"I said, Your Majesty, have you forgotten how to turn on the hot water? The stainless steel on the wall—just the iron handle, lift it up, and turn it to the red side!"

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him.

Xuan Ji crossed his legs, leaned his head on the sofa, and stared at the singing and dancing girl group on TV for a while. This is his favorite group, but for some reason today, he didn't listen to them for a long time. What did you sing.

With his mind free, he quickly went through all the things during the turbulent days, and gradually frowned.

He could feel the inextricable connection between himself and Sheng Lingyuan, not only when he was stained with the other party's blood, he would force a mind-to-heart connection.The dream that lasted for ten years, the sword in the back that has been warmed all the time... and the mixed emotions when I first saw Sheng Lingyuan in the witch man's grave.

Until then, that intense and strange emotion still lingers, and with just a thought, it immediately returns.

Xuan Ji moved her empty fingers uncomfortably—by the way, there was also the broken holy fire ring.

He was thinking about whether he would go back to the clan altar sometime soon, when his phone vibrated suddenly.Someone wants to add him on WeChat, Gu Yuexi from Pingqianrula's group.

Xuan Ji nodded to accept, and Gu Yuexi quickly typed a long sentence: "Director Xuan, I may be talking too much about this, but I thought about it, just in case you don't know, I'd better tell you One sound——Your sword spirit blocked you a bit today, when you went to help me, I was planning to go over to help, but when I heard him say 'don't touch the blood', I was a little worried, so I took a look with my clairvoyant eyes."

Xuan Ji tugged at her clothes awkwardly, thinking that she should stay away from this lesbian in the future.

Gu Yuexi immediately sent another message: "I saw that his wound has actually healed, but the part pierced by your formation has been corroded, and the wound has a special energy reaction. I remember when I first joined the job The Ministry of Security has trained it, and it seems to belong to some kind of ominous evil force. I have no other meaning, just to remind you to be careful, after all, it is a sword, and the weapon has touched many things, and it may be contaminated. "

Sheng Lingyuan is not a real sword spirit, he is evil enough, what can pollute him?

But... Corroded?

Xuan Ji pondered for a moment, then stood up and walked to the door of the bathroom: "Don't you really need to help?"

While speaking, he pressed his hand on the door, and the biting chill coming from the other side of the door made him shrink back.

Xuan Ji squinted, there was a restriction on the door.

At this moment, a suppressed low cough suddenly broke out in the bathroom. Xuanji obviously felt that the restraint was loosened for a moment, and the palm he patted on the door immediately burst into flames. Under the light of the fire, the bathroom door of the hotel became transparent and clear. Clearly reflecting the frozen restriction on the other side, Xuan Ji pointed like a knife, the stubble was cut open by him, the restriction was broken, and the door slammed open——

Sheng Lingyuan pulled out the last "thread" from his chest, and he was still standing.

On the mirror, in the pool, and on the ground, strings of bloodstains looked like beautiful red plums.

Xuan Ji's eyes suddenly fell into this situation, as if he was suddenly hung on the abyss, and his heart jumped wildly like a trembling.

A picture flashed in front of his eyes—the surroundings were full of billowing magma, and his vision was as bright as death. A figure fell from the sky, smashed straight in front of him, and was swallowed and thrown up by the magma.He rushed up in panic, hugged the man, tried his best to protect him, but instead dragged him deeper into the fire.

The last "thread" should be tied to the lungs. Before the wound healed, Sheng Lingyuan was a little out of breath, and his voice was wrong: "Go out...I'm bloody, I'm not feeling well, you just...do you feel comfortable? ?”

Xuan Ji came back to her senses quickly, falling back into the world covered in cold sweat, her subconsciously raised legs froze.

It took a while before Sheng Lingyuan gathered enough strength. He stretched out his hand and grasped it in the air, and the water in the faucet followed his gestures to wash away the blood splashed around him.

"No...cough," Xuan Ji realized that his voice was rough, and quickly cleared his throat, "You don't need to bother, just take off the shower head and rinse it. The shower head is... well, forget it."

He popped out a coin, and this time the coin turned into a very thin iron chain, entangled in the shower, took it off, and used another coin to break the hot water in the shower.

Thanks to the convenient modern technology, the blood splashed around was quickly washed away, and instead of being full of water as Sheng Lingyuan expected, it automatically flowed away along the sewer in the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help admiring: "This is convenient."

He made a sound suddenly, Xuan Ji was taken aback, his hands trembled, and more than half of the water in the nozzle sprayed on His Majesty.

Sheng Lingyuan's hair was immediately wet into locks, and the long hair that could have covered his body was parted, revealing half of his shoulders.

Xuan Ji's whole body was petrified.

"Tsk," His Majesty didn't seem to mind too much, maybe it's because the war years can't be too particular, and the useless servant with clumsy hands and feet has experienced a lot, "Why are you so messy-come here, little demon, and help me take a bath."

Xuan Ji seemed to have eaten her own feather by mistake, choked in her throat, and coughed like a dog.

Volume 3