MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 67 Iron Army Card (2)

The sky outside has long been unknowingly turned into a dark blue and black, and there is no wind at night. The large wild forests in the mountains are standing quietly, and there is no ringing noise between the leaves, making them extremely quiet.

The black bird, suspected to be raised by Xuan Mercy, flew out of the house after nightfall, and wondered where it was nestled in the forest. Occasionally, it would make a tweet or two, lazily, and procrastinated.

It just sounded like a common bird, a sigh of life. Listening to the extra stupid people late at night, quite a bit haunted mood, no wonder such rumors will come out.

The sigh was folded back and forth by the mountain stream, overlapping.

In the daytime, the mist that was swept away by Xue Xian reappeared at night, spreading a little bit from the depths of the mountain stream, seemingly slow. Actually, it didn't take long for the entire mountain stream to fill up.

This mist is much heavier than the ordinary water mist, and the cream is generally white and thick, and it will drown everything in a while. Anyone walking in it may not see all five fingers. Even if someone is close at hand, they can only hear their voices and cannot see them.

Thanks to Stone Zhang and Lu Yanqi, they walked early, otherwise they would not be able to guarantee their small lives when they met the reunited white mist in the middle.

However, unlike them, Xue Xian and Xuan Mercy were not afraid of this fog, and the previous defogging only considered those two ordinary people. This kind of toxic things, they have a way to block, in fact, they will not be affected much.

After being dispersed once, the mist was thicker than before, and even the small bamboo house in the middle of the mountain had never been bypassed. Through the windows to enter the house, even the lower one-storey house was hazy. Smoke, water, and a little coolness.

While Xue Xian was in the icy mist, he was so sweaty.

He frowned, pulled his placket, and the front that had been pulled several times by him was completely open, hanging loosely on his body.

The black robe could not see any wet marks, but it was actually soaked. Because of its thinness, it was stuck to the shoulders and arms with wet sweat, and the front placket was folded with wrinkles at the lower abdomen, from the neck. The skin to the waist showed a strip from wide to narrow.

When he was semi-paralyzed for half a year, he lost a lot of weight, so that the muscles on his body also flattened out, leaving only a thin layer, which was soaked with a fine layer of sweat, outlined by the dim light. There are some undulating marks.

He was still sitting on the desk case, with his hands on the edge of the desk case, his head down, his sweat dripping wet his eyelashes, so that he squinted, but his eyes were still blurred.

I do n’t know how much the effect of the superposition of these three layers of dragon saliva is heavier than that of Xuan Mian that night. Xue Xian only knows that he is extremely uncomfortable now, and the sweat on his body is steaming for a while, but now he is too sensitive. Every time One inch of skin and even every pore were so sensitive that he couldn't touch it, and even the process of evaporating wet sweat made him unable to resist the excitement.

Hot flashes and anxiety desperately needed a vent, but he was a little out of order, and the force was so heavy that his whole bones seemed to be soaked in sweat, and some indescribable soreness swelled, even raising his hands. It has become an extra consuming task.

The consciousness was too vague, and the sigh of the black bird outside the house became a kind of ambiguous movement in his ears. He heard his ears itch and became more and more tempted.

His original intention was to make Xuan Mian think of some ways, Xuan Mian restrained there, and there was no end to his torment here. If he went on like this, he really ...

Xue Xian narrowed his eyes, licked his lips, shook his head subconsciously to make himself more awake.

However, with such a sway, the sweat beads on the neck slipped down, and the distinct, non-heavy touch was winding down from the neck fossa along the collarbone, just sliding across the chest.

Xue Xian's hand holding the edge of the table tightened suddenly, and frowning heavily, another excitement.

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

However, I don't know how long, when he narrowed his eyes again, the fog in the room was either recruited or gathered by himself, all of a sudden heavier, thicker than the oil lamp on his hands and the waist stack His robes were invisible.

Xue Xian, who was drowned in the thick white mist, was a little dazed. He frowned, exhaling heavily, while sweeping aimlessly with his half-opened eyes, and the eyelids that were sticky with sweat. ... a little ... slow and procrastinating, not even the last.

He heard the voice of Xuan Merci in the confusion. It seemed to be close at hand, and it seemed a little far away. "Give me your hand."

Xue Xian didn't know if he had heard it wrong, but still unconsciously let go of one hand, and stretched his fingers forward lazily, holding it with the other hand just a few inches. The hand was hot but strong, holding him firmly, and seemed to give him another support.

Naturally, Xue Xian's body leaned forward towards the hand, and he pressed the weight of his whole body heavily against that hand.

He tightened his fingers and opened his mouth to say something, but for the next moment he didn't spit out and gasped heavily. Because another came out from the thick fog and touched the skin of his lower abdomen.

Xue Xian's eyelids fluttered, and after a moment's stagnation, his nose suddenly sharpened.

All the hot flashes and anxieties finally seemed to find a dependency and an exit. He frowned, his other hand also loosened the edge of the table, pinched the hand between his waist and abdomen, and pulled it towards himself again. Tugged a bit, then subconsciously followed instinct, and pulled the hand under the stacked robes.

"Don't move." The person dragged by him 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 Xuan Merci's face, but his tone was as usual. Indifferent and calm, but maybe the body has burned for a long time, and the sound is a little dumb in the dark.

However, when it comes to this, Xue Xian can still be obedient. He led the hand, groping under the robe, and the stacked wrinkles moved with the movement of his fingers, anxious and chaotic, unruly, but couldn't stop ...

The process was too anxious, and Xue Xian's mind was blank for a while. He only remembered when he didn't know how and how it developed. The people who helped him silently were pulled by him, so close to him. Open your knees a little bit to make the other person stand. He even felt the reaction of the opponent's body in his eager and confused pull.

Even in this case, he still couldn't see each other's face, he could only hear the sound of breathing near him, seeming to overlap with his stagger.

The hand that supported the weight did not know when it was up. He was pressed against the desk case, and tightened and released with the movement of the other hand. And his forehead rested heavily on the opponent's shoulder, and half of his eyes were full of mist.

Xuan Mian seemed to say no more to him, but then for some reason, he wanted to make some distance backwards, but he was clasped tightly.

After all, the results of Longyan's energy were different from the normal state, and it was extremely difficult to vent, so that after a long time, Xue Xian's anxiety had reached the top, and he couldn't help but want to make some sounds, and he felt the exit Immediately.

At that moment, he couldn't even figure out whether he was relieving or entangled Xuan Merci's hand, but his fingers trembled fiercely and his back was tight.

After a while, he suddenly pressed his forehead deeply into the neck of Xuan Mercy's neck, his eyes narrowed suddenly.

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

However, Ambergris wasn't as easy to pass away, and after a while, that agitation came out again ...

Everything on this night was divided into murky fragments by the fog and breathing, so that in the end, Xue Xian couldn't even figure out how long he had been messing around with the help of Xuan Mercy ...

However, no matter how long, the mist was never dispersed, and Xue Xian never saw Xuan Merci's face. This strange feeling can not be said, but added a touch of weird shame, so that Xue Xian, who has always been so inexhaustible, occasionally felt a little hot for a moment.

After a long time, Xue Xian finally calmed down, the anxiety in his body was gone, and only a little aftertaste of desire and desire remained. With the steaming heat from the layers, he fainted a little.

He rested lazily on the desk case, and after a rest, he fumbled for the oil lamp, and the hazy fire lightened a bit, and the thick fog was dispersed quite interestly. Come on.

The mist deliberately attracted by Hyun Mercy ...

Xue Xian thought about it, but didn't say it because of extreme exhaustion. After the fog spread, he glanced lazily, and saw that the front placket that he had ripped open because of the suspicion of heat had been pulled up. It ’s a little bit, but the table case is still a mess, where the oil lamp shines, and the sweat left by the fingers is still left, but the ambiguous but fuzzy.

Not far away, Xuan Mian sat on the futon, squinting his eyes quietly, and there were several books picked out by him, stacked neatly. As if he had never left that futon.

The calm in his place was in stark contrast to the messy place in Xue Xian, so that for a moment, Xue Xian even wondered whether everything just before was just an illusion.

He glanced down at his hand. Fortunately, there were still traces of scratches on his wrist. Otherwise, he might really feel like he was in a demon again.

Xue Xian stared at the trace of the grip for a moment, raised his head and rushed to Xuan Mercy, "Li Shang is coming and going, I'll help you too, so you can recruit another misty fog, and no one can see who you are. Dream it. "

Xuan Merci 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, and he felt a bit dull in his lazy reaction: "Solved? How is it possible? Meditate and I will solve it. I still ..."

He half spoke and closed his mouth silently, swallowing the second half.

Hearing his words, Xuan Merci was silent for a moment, and finally said, "If you solve, I will not feel uncomfortable."

Xue Xian slowly digested the meaning of this sentence. After sitting there for a while, he opened his mouth and wanted to spit on the face of the bald donkey: "……………………"

How wonderful, it's like putting a cold arrow at the enemy, but the short-sighted thing turned a corner halfway, and finally got into his own eyes ...

"Untie your belt and lend me." Xue Xian said blankly.

Xuan Merci couldn't hear his emotions for a moment, although he still didn't open his eyes, he frowned and asked: "how?"

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

Hyun Mercy: "..."

Xue Xian: "..."

It was okay to talk, and once quieted down, a faint embarrassment and ambiguity scattered in the room. Xue Xian calmed his eyes for a moment, and then said, "How many days is it? If you have finished all the things you should have done, return to Fang's house later?"

As soon as this remark came out, Xuan Merci hadn't even responded yet, and Xue Xian felt something in his pocket suddenly moved.