MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 68 Iron Army Card (3)

It was just a blink of an eye. It was slight and short, and stopped after moving.

illusion?

Xue Xian's response was still a bit slow. He looked down at his folds of his robes, and did not know if he should reach out and look around. It seemed to be waiting to see if he would move a second time.

When 啷.

After a while, the sound of metal bumping sounded, and it seemed quite clear in this extremely quiet room.

"Move." Xue Xian said blankly, pointing to his robe, and looking subconsciously in the direction of Xuan Mercy.

Xuan Mian had opened his eyes, the dark eyes were looking at it, and I didn't know that it had only been opened after hearing Xue Xian's words, or he had already looked at it for a while.

The flame of the oil lamp was so dark that he could n’t see his eyes hidden in the shadow of the brow bone, but even if he could see it clearly, 80% of Xue Xian ’s brain after a night of pranking could not tell Among the emotions.

It should be as smooth as ever ...

Xue Xian repeated: "There is something moving."

Therefore, some things are really modest. After being too laissez-faire, people will not only become lazy bones and not want to move, they will also be silly. At least Xue Xian's dull appearance is absolutely abnormal. It is not so obvious when he talks about what has already happened. At this moment, he encounters an unexpected situation, and the whole person becomes a little shy.

Xuanyi sat in a half-light and half-dark place and looked at him for a moment before answering: "Um."

His voice seemed somber like a lake in a very quiet night, and even the corners and coldness were lost under the package of warm yellow fire, revealing a sense of warmth, and people heard a few traces of unclear words Emotions come.

Xue Xian was in this mood for a moment, and then he didn't return to his mind until the sound of struggling in his pocket sounded again.

After three beeps, he finally came back from tiredness and drowsiness, lowered his eyes, and stretched out his hand in his pocket.

The pouch was also soaked with the sweat that had been steamed out before, and it looked slightly moist. So when he touched a thin iron plate, there was a light mist on the surface of the iron plate.

When 啷.

When Xue Xian felt the iron plate, the short but slight vibration sounded again.

This time, Xue Xian can be sure. What he earned is one of the iron medals. He laid the two or thirty thin pieces of iron on the desk case beside him, and his thin fingers arbitrarily arranged inside by the light of the oil lamp.

When 啷.

"I found it," Xue Xian said, pointing at one of them and picking it out.

"Maybe the resentment hasn't dispersed," Xuan Merce said.

Xue Xian lazily "um", holding the iron plate close to the oil lamp, squinting his eyes and looking back and forth, and carefully identified the scratches behind the iron plate. After a while, he "snapped" and "don't recognize it."

The scratches were too deep and chaotic, making it difficult to identify the original strokes, let alone to recognize what was written on them.

Xue Xian sat upright, holding an iron sign and punching out Xuan Xuan mercy.

Hyun Mercy: "What?"

"Here you go," Xue Xian said lazily, and then turned to look at the piles of military cards, counted them, and said, "Twenty-eight, do you still have to burn incense? Then you have to prepare twenty-eight. "

This was being said. I do n’t know if the iron card in Xue Xian ’s hand was understandable or what, and he trembled twice, as if he wanted to get out of Xue Xian ’s fingers.

"Don't move." Xue Xianshun rushed to the iron sign.

do not move……

When Xue Xian, who was desperate to vent his anxiety, pulled the hand in the mist and couldn't follow the rules, Xuan Merci seemed to have said this and said it more than once.

As soon as this word came out, Xue Xian's tired and lazy mind couldn't help thinking of the sound of Xuan Merci mixed in his breathing, and the voice stopped suddenly. When he returned to his mind, the ears and cheeks were slightly warm. meaning.

He held the iron plate stiffly and glanced at Xuan Mian.

Xuan Mian's gaze dropped for a moment, then he lifted his eyes and swept past Xue Xian's face again. His eyes finally fell on that iron plate, and he did not match Xue Xian's eyes. He did not know whether it had just slipped past or let it go.

After the mists were dispelled, Xue Xian and Xuan Merci used a casual and lazy tone at all times, and wanted to suppress the ambiguous embarrassment by speaking in the same way as usual.

After all, although he has lived for many, many years, this scene is the first time I met, and I do n’t know how to deal with it. I can only stiffly resolve it into a "uncommon thing", like a hand-to-hand help. A passing area.

After waiting for a long time, the original chaotic and dim memory faded, maybe it really became a common little thing that can be forgotten at any time. As for how he and Xuan Mercy got along and how they got along, there was no need to worry about what to change because of it.

This may also be the reason why Xuan Mercy caused haze in the process. Through a thick layer of fog, you can't see each other's faces, you will not capture the eyes and emotions of the other party, and it will be more like a confused dream. Does not spawn too many unnecessary effects.

But now, when he thinks of those scenes irresistibly because of some discourses, and some emotions surge up, he only realizes that some things can't be uncovered if the tone is casual and natural ...

He stared at the iron plate for a moment, then his eyes moved, and when he reached Xuan Merci, he suddenly turned back.

Xue Xian shook the corners of his mouth, trying to use a more casual tone to pull back the suddenly changing atmosphere, but found that he laughed and laughed, very perfunctory. So he simply did not struggle, and said dryly: "This iron piece does not seem to be grievous, but it seems to have some other hidden feelings."

I do n’t know if Xuan Mercy walked away or thought about it for a while. After a while, he moved his eyes and said, "It ’s been a long time in the burial chamber on the bottom of the river. Congeal. "

He paused for a while, finally got up from the futon, walked towards Xue Xian, and stretched out his hand: "Give me."

When he was originally sitting there, he still looked at Xue Xian, and when he came near, he didn't look, only looked at the iron plate, wrapped it with a paper sign, and read another verse , Flicked on the iron plate wrapped in that paper sign.

The iron plate made a "buzz" sound and trembled sharply between his fingers. Then, a figure with a poor outline slowly squeezed out of the iron plate, and could not stand on the ground, but stood in front of Xuan Merci in vain.

Xue Xian looked at the man like him, his features looked like a layer of mist ...

Mist ...

Xue Xian suddenly slumped a face, rolled his eyes towards the sky, forcibly took back the association that was almost about to take the lead, and continued to move his eyes—

Although the facial features are a bit hazy, it can be seen that the birth is considered correct. He didn't wear armor in the barracks, but he was ordinary and even a little shabby robe, except that both sleeves were empty, hanging to his side without support.

Obviously, with such a disability, you can no longer fight the battlefield. After all, you can't hold the sword, spear, and spear, and it is inevitable that you will return home. It's just that when such wounded soldiers really return home, they are afraid of the complexity ...

When Xue Xian was looking at him, the figure was stunned, and then looked down at his own body. It took a while for him to realize that he really had the outline, so Chong Xuan Mercy and Xue Xian bent down on one knee and lowered his head An incomplete gift.

Because there are no hands to support, when standing up, the movement seems quite awkward.

"Thank you very much for your help." He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was exceptionally low, as vague as his outline.

But that's all, he was startled.

"I can speak again ..." he mumbled. "Can you hear me?"

Xuan Merci glanced up and down and nodded.

"It's you who just keeps moving?" Xue Xian asked.

The man nodded and said, "It's me."

Xue Xian: "Is the last wish? Or the hatred does not want to be overdone?"

The man nodded and shook his head, "Dare, but ..."

After all, the grievances and broken souls were forcibly condensed, instead of the ordinary raw soul, he spit his words rather slowly and jerky, and he had to stop talking about it. He thought for a while and said, "I heard the two of them leave this place ..."

hear?

Xue Xian hesitated for a moment, thinking about it. Immediately I remember that I did say nothing to Xuan Mian and said, "If it's all right, clean up and return to Fang's house", but ... hear? !!

"Did you hear? What else did you hear?" Xue Xian's face was black and green, green and white, and changed several times. His eyes drifted unconsciously to Xuan Mercy.

Xuan Merci glanced at him consciously, then looked back at the man, and seemed to be waiting for him to answer the rather awkward question.

If this iron medal is always conscious of his mother, and can hear the movement of the outside world, then ...

Xue Xian felt that his face had never been so hot in his life.

If it was only him and Xuan Merci, then the two people who had suffered the burning of the dragon saliva could understand each other to some extent even if they did something extraordinary. God knows you know me, no one knows it, so it is not impossible to bury it all the way.

But if an irrelevant third person knows it, then it will completely change the taste, with a trace of ambiguous ambiguity in the embarrassment, swarming up and down, pressing the so-called "understandable" easily.

Xue Xian inevitably remembered the previous details again, but he took the initiative to think back. However, even after repeating it again, those confused episodes did not become clear. He still could not remember whether he had screamed because of his impatience, and he did not remember any other nonsense words.

It should be none, but who can tell clearly ...

Someone can say it clearly, but ...

Xue Xianchao Xuan Merci glanced down, and then lowered his eyes and squeezed his brows, and said that he would still be alive, or hurriedly overkill the unknown ghost of which pot.

When he raised his eyes again, he found that Xuan Merci took a step aside for some reason. I do not know whether it was intentional or not. He happened to be standing between Xue Xian and the unknown wounded soldier, giving the illusion of who was hiding behind him.

Because his vision was blocked, Xue Xian couldn't see the injured soldier, he could only see Xuan Merci's back, and naturally the injured soldier couldn't see him either. Thinking about it that way, Fang Cai's face was a little hot and awkward.

Fortunately, the wounded soldier's answer rang in time: "I was unclear. As soon as I was a little conscious, I only heard the two say to leave, but ... but can you do me a favor before leaving?"