Chapter 82 [Zhu Xia]

Hua Mian put her sleeves together and pretended to be nothing, and she returned to the study and sat down. Another person who was also pretending to be nothing, followed him in, and sat down next to Hua Mian in his position with a cool smell of ice and snow.

When he walked into the study, Hua Mian tried hard to restrain himself from seeing him... the completion was still acceptable.

Xuan Ji's inkstone was overturned, but he was not in a hurry. He used a new pen to dip water in the clear water, and wrote and painted on the rice paper repainted in front of him... Qing Xuan came forward several times to grind the ink for him, but he waved it backed.

——Hua Mian swore that she didn’t pay special attention to him, it was just a strange thing for the person who wrote and ruined rice paper with clear water.

Listening to the four tribes in my ears, they expressed their opinions in words. Most people hypocritically said for the so-called "righteousness" that they would never sacrifice the fox prince for a moment of peace. In fact, Hua Mian could tell from their insincere expressions that they were holding Shangguan Yaoyang up, just waiting for him to be unable to hold on to his face and say something like "Why don't I sacrifice a little"...

After all, it is better to have less than more things, and everyone thinks so.

Hua Mian foolishly told her true thoughts.

However, it is related to his own life. Whoever is full and is willing to serve as a sacrifice to a thousand-year-old crazy woman-

So under the longing eyes of everyone, the eldest prince of the fox clan held up that breath, and even after Shanshui said softly, "What you want today is His Highness, what should I do if I want the other ones of us tomorrow? Is it okay to give it? What's more, she never promised to leave after handing over the person." After that... His Highness, the eldest prince, actually nodded seriously: "This is reasonable."

Everyone: "..."

What a big deal!

This shameless!

Hua Mian rolled her eyes in her heart for a million times, and the meeting ended in the end. People said that they had been thinking about it for a long time, but in fact they were thinking about it. Everyone stood up, and they were going to go home in three or three. Hua Mian looked at their backs and wanted to say whether you were wasting time like this, could I not come tomorrow? I got up early in the morning to see you hypocrisy, which was really a waste of life: wasting the life of a man over 4,000 years old. Are you embarrassed?!

At this time, Xuan Ji also moved, looking at him and was about to leave... Hua Mian didn't want to walk with him, so she would not be embarrassed on the road, so she deliberately slowed down and dragged her feet, trying to get behind and finally walk, so that she could be clean. At this time, Yu Guang Shanshui approached Xuan Ji again, and said "Huh" with interest: "Why did Brother Yi wet a piece of rice paper with clear water?"

Hua Mian stopped and turned around curiously, not knowing what the man was selling in the gourd.

So he looked at him unexpectedly, then looked at him lowering his eyes, picked up the rice paper, and said to Shanshui in a gentle tone: "It's just a matter of accidental thought."

Hua Mian thought roughly, it was a bullshit interesting thing.

At this time, Xuan Ji raised his eyes again, dripping with one hand with the wet rice paper, and looking at her with a smile... Hua Mian paused a moment, and then in the other party's smiling eyes, he slowly remembered something, and then his whole face was so stiff that it almost fell to the ground-

This person.

He actually spoke seriously in front of the room?!

Are you beasts?!

In disbelief, Hua Mian's face turned white and red. In Shanshui's exclamation, she stepped forward and snatched the rice paper and tore it into pieces, throwing it on the table. She glared at him fiercely, threw it away, and then said, "You are all bored", and then lifted the hem of the skirt and ran away as if she ran away.

...

Back in the room, I slept with the quilt on it for a while, and had a quite chaotic dream.

In the dream, she returned to Zangjian Pavilion. She sat on Xuanji's desk, with her chin on his shoulders, and her waist was as soft as a pool of mud. The man's scorching breath was right in her ears. When she put his arm nervously on, she felt his arm tightening, allowing her to "relax";

Then the picture turned, and she came to the shaking boat again. She used an invisibility spell to stay in Xuanji's cabin. She watched him retreat from everyone, and went on the couch in the sun in a strange way. His breathing gradually became heavy. He took out a carefully folded rice paper from his arms, and his eyes gradually became dark. He seemed to sigh, calling her name, Huamian...

"!!!"

Finally, Hua Mian woke up with dry mouth. It was already dark outside. The heavy snow that had been going on since the day did not stop. Hua Mian lifted the quilt and got out of bed and poured himself a cup of tea-

It's over.

A sword soul that is clear and has few desires.

Now I know that I have such a shameful dream... I am really being taken away by someone!

Just as she was whispering in her heart, she heard people coming in and out soon. Hua Mian held the edge of the cup and was about to ask, but Qingque happened to push the door and come in. Hua Mian yawned and asked, "What's wrong with it outside?"

"When the young master came back in the afternoon, he seemed to be infected with the cold, and it became hot now..."

"..." Hua Mian put down the cup and was slightly stunned, "Why are you sick?"

Qingque glanced at her, probably meaning that people have birth, old age, sickness and death. They suddenly cooled down these days, and they naturally got sick after catching a cold. What's the point of asking... However, she didn't say anything, just asked her with her eyes whether she wanted to go out for a look?

Huamian naturally wants to see it.

When I walked to the study outside, I found that Xuan Ji was really sick. A healthy guy like a cow was sick. Could it be that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was?

Hua Mian reached out and touched his hot forehead, felt a trace of invading evil spirits, and took the towel handed over by Qingque to replace him. Hua Mian guessed that this was probably caused by his standing on the edge of the imperial city day and night to protect the eye of the barrier. After all, outside the city, the demonic aura of the demon lock tower became increasingly strong and it was not surprising that it was contaminated with his body... Fortunately, the disease was fierce, but it was not a particularly important matter. These demonic auras were harmless to her, and she could take it away with a little spell, which was not a problem. But now so many people see that she was not easy to act rashly, so they had to aggrieved the man and suffered more.

Hua Mian was thinking, just as she was about to take her hand away, but at this time, her wrist was caught by a big hand... The soft hand was put into the slightly rough palm. The sick man opened his eyes at her, not knowing when he was looking at her.

"Why are you sick?" Hua Mian cleared her throat and tried her best to make herself look cold and dead.

"When I was guarding the barrier in the afternoon, the snow fell a little harder." Xuan Ji's voice was hoarse, and he rubbed the back of her hand carefully. "The snow was several feet high outside. When you go out, put on the fox fur cloak I gave you."

"...Criticize that thing in the fox palace?" Hua Mian raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Hua Mian's words made Xuan Ji laugh, and he started coughing again after laughing. It looked really pitiful.

From being a hooligan to being a trick, he really learned everything he should learn—

How long has it been since we left the island of Futu?

Men learn bad things very quickly.

Hua Mian thought helplessly in his heart, always feeling that he was about to feel soft-hearted again, so he thought about it and felt that the atmosphere was pretty good at the moment. So he simply sat down next to the couch where Xuan Ji was lying, moved a ladder to himself that came down from the roof, and slept in his ear with a sound that only he could hear: "I can get rid of you. Is it just a skill to raise your hand, but you have to tell me first, shouldn't you say such heavy words to me that day? Did Shanshui really need to be beaten?"

Hua Mian was joking, and facing the patient was already a rare kind of joy.

She was waiting for Xuan Ji to respond as if he was joking with her.

Then she was very compassionate and did not blame her for the past.

But unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the man was silent.

Her heart was cold, and at this time she heard him slowly say in a hoarse voice: "Huamian, you think I am a useless person. I can't protect you and let you suffer those grievances for no reason... But I can't joke with you with such things. If you indulge you in the next time, it will be no more light or serious-"

Huamian: "…"

What should I do if she doesn't mess with me?

Am I such a vicious person?

Or am I so stingy in your eyes?

A series of subconscious replies asked in her heart, which made the jokes on Hua Mian's lips fade a little.

Hua Mian pulled her hand back from the man's hand, and heard him coughing hard again. She stood up from the edge of the couch and lowered her voice, feeling a little lost: "You can't say anything soft and coax me..."

The coughing sound came to an abrupt end.

"I have always been following my master alone, saying and thinking about it, writing my 'like' on my face."

“…”

"Where are you? You just tell me that this cannot be done, that cannot be done, that you said that you would marry me. I happily agreed, and learned to sew wedding dresses when I got up early and went to bed late; I said that the wedding was still you who was postponed, so I never said no, just nodded, and followed you to the Beidi again to save the people of Xia..."

Hua Mian raised the man's hand and pressed it on his chest, crying: "Although it's just a sword soul, it's really a place to pretend to be honest here. You can't ruin it like this..."

Huamian couldn't continue to say anything.

The ladder he found was kicked over.

When she said this, she felt that she was too pitiful.

Let go of his hand and wanted to let go of the man's hand, but at this moment he felt his big hand turn, turn it over and tightly hold her wrist, the force was so strong that it seemed to crush her hand bones--

"Huamian, I..."

Hua Mian found that she had no courage to listen to his apology again. She didn't know if this time could be as good as the last time, pretending to be nothing, and she said to him, "It's okay, master." She was afraid that she would say terrible words and irreversible words.

What's more, if those words are said, I'm afraid no one will ask her to keep her.

She always thought she liked him so much, and followed him so seriously, making a small tail, even a piece of ice should have been covered and melted?

But he never did.

So she tried to get her breasts and broke free from the man's hands. She was really surprised why sick people could have such great strength. After finally breaking free, she almost ran away in panic. With a lifting of her feet, she jumped onto the roof and disappeared in a few seconds.

Naturally, the man behind him lifted the blanket covered with his body and followed her with only one piece of clothing, snow and ice, until her figure disappeared into the snow curtain, he stood on the roof, feeling lost, and his face pale as paper.

Behind him, Wuguijian, who quietly appeared quietly, closed his sleeves and sarcastically said, "I'm wrong with this matter, so I didn't dare to turn a blind eye at the beginning, and let you get mixed up with me with my eyes."

He pursed his thin lips until he smelled a trace of blood in the air.

Then he sighed, stepped forward and raised his hand to support his master. He looked at him with expressionless expression and wiping his lips with his sleeves, leaving a shocking red color on his sleeves.

"The body is infected with evil spirits, so avoid being anxious to attack the heart. Now the evil spirits enter the heart and lungs," Wugui said lightly, "I'm afraid I'm going to suffer some injuries."

Xuan Ji then raised his eyes, as if he had just discovered his existence, glanced at him and remained silent.

"No way, go and look at her." Xuan Ji said lightly, "The evil spirit outside the city has become even worse recently. She broke into the headless flies like a headless fly, and carefully dyed these messy things."

Wugui thought that it was originally the magic weapon of the evil god. This thing is like air with a special aura to us. If you smell it, you will never die.

But he still stood Xuan Ji silently and relocated him on the bed. Seeing that his sleeves were covered with blood, he was shocked by the guards and maids in the room.

Wugui turned his face coldly and pressed the mess he threw down by the glass-hearted girl back on the pillow, then turned over and sat up stubbornly, looking out the house fidgetingly. Wugui then sighed: "I'll look at her."

Xuan Ji glanced at him deeply.

Wugui: "The master just now...isn't he trying to apologize, right?"

Xuanji: "..."

Wugui shook his head: "It's so bloody."
To be continued...