MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 44

In Xuan Yuan's mind, 10,000 embarrassment whizzed past each other, he wanted to explain, but the mind that had been trampled on by embarrassment forgot the word, and for a while, the person who "pulled on the car" was actually at risk and realized well This is the true feelings of people with social phobia.

Who knew that Sheng Lingyuan's response was abnormally dull. He woke up and exhaled softly, let go of Xuan Yuan, and waved his hand lightly and said, "No need to wait."

Xuan Yuan: "..."

Sheng Lingyuan sat up a little harder, not knowing where it was involved. When he got up, he tightened his shoulders and raised his hand half an inch, as if he wanted to cover it, but then he resisted, and he sat in silence for a while. Yes, the movement was slow but stood up steadily, pointed to the sheets, and commanded: "Let someone change it."

Xuan Yuan stared at him in wonder, seeing that His Majesty's face was taken for granted, and he was not ashamed of exploiting the working people.

He asked with a mockery, "Would you like me to serve you bath and dress?"

Sheng Lingyuan flipped and threw the clothes in the corner of the wall, and was embarrassed by the clothes inside. He was too lazy to swing his hands this time, but just flicked his fingers lazily-no need, you go down.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

What kind of dog attitude are these evil feudal ruling classes!

Sheng Lingyuan will wear clothes. When he woke up from Akabuchi, he happened to meet those tourists. He didn't remember anything at that time. Seeing that the local customs are very strange, he followed those people secretly. Then, according to the costumes of those people, they used leaves and simple illusions to pinch themselves—the styles and colors of clothes and clothes are often very sophisticated. When they first arrived, it would be bad if they had taboos, Sheng Lingyuan He is a careful person, so he studied the characteristics of each person's dress, and summed up the commonalities and several of the most commonly used and safest colors on them.

But now that I know, he was too cautious at that time, and the people here were almost taboo.

"It's really wanton to live." He thought with envy and disdain, "I'm too free, I'm a little ignorant of beauty and ugliness."

In the past two years, "long legs" have become popular. People are trying to pull up the so-called "waist line". The top is either short or tucked into pants. This is simply "clothing without covering" in your eyes. Hard to wear "short clothes", that's not so short!

Sheng Lingyuan left an electro-optic blue "Superman" vest aside. He might be suspected of poisoning the green suit, but he didn't touch it. Finally, he pulled the general from the mule. He squeezed his nose and picked up a white sportswear. Just made it up.

The bathroom door was locked, but Sheng Lingyuan could not come on. So when he brought the door, he first unscrewedly opened the water faucet, his fingers led the water out, and he turned back on the bathroom door. Then, the ice in his palm condensed, the temperature in the bathroom plummeted, the entire door was frozen, and the hot air conditioner buzzed.

Sheng Lingyuan was shocked by the movement of the air conditioner's air outlet, and looked up. Although Xuan Yuan told him what it was, the environmental noise that these contemporary people can turn a deaf ear still makes him nervous.

With a few simple movements, Sheng Lingyuan's forehead was already sweating, he reached out to support the pool. His hands shook, and the belt was pulled several times before he stumbled to untie it.

As soon as the robe woven by life and death left him, it immediately withered into a deadly withered grass.

Sheng Lingyuan held his chest tightly and locked a moan into his throat-there was no blood on his chest, but dark air, and several flame-colored "lines" were looming in his chest. The flesh was constantly corroded, he continued to heal himself, and repeatedly sawing, looked particularly shocking.

Sheng Lingyuan's fingers suddenly burst into his chest, grabbed a "line" like a heart, and pulled it out forcibly.

Xuan Yuan outside turned on the TV boringly, picked a table, played the background sound, and then took out the breakfast menu and called room service.

Putting down the phone, he was completely okay. He walked around the room with five spines and six beasts. He took out his mobile phone, and put the broken history book that he just put down ... and a few books that did n’t know how to mix in. ** The novel was deleted.

In nature, most of those who have wings have a bad smell and lust. Although Xuan Yuan is not a real bird, but because of the presence of such an unruly organ on the back, it is not exempt-male-female He has an appetite for all colors.

"But it's good to go," Xuan Yuan said, turning his phone over and over again, persuading himself, "It still has to be rational."

Speaking, the "sensible" propaganda director raised his ears and listened to the sound of the bathroom next door.

Nothing happened.

Xuan Ye could not help but "worry for the ancients"-I heard that these rotten feudal ruling classes have 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 dial a little to the red side!"

Sheng Lingyuan ignored him.

Xuan Yuan lifted Erlang's legs, leaned his head on the sofa, stared at the female group singing and dancing on TV for a while. This is his favorite group, but today, somehow, did not listen to them for a long time. What did you sing.

His mind was idle, and he quickly passed everything in the wild days of this tragedy, and gradually frowned.

He could feel the inextricable connection between himself and Sheng Lingyuan, not only the blood on the other side would force his mind to be connected. The dream that lasted for ten years, has been nurtured in the back of the sword ... and the witch's emotions when he first saw Sheng Lingyuan.

Until then, the intense and unfamiliar emotions still lingered. With a little thought, they immediately made a comeback.

Xuan Yuan moved his empty fingers uncomfortably—right, and the broken flame ring.

He was figuring out if he had time to go back to the altar in the clan in the near future. Someone wants to add him WeChat, Gu Yuexi from the group of Ping Qian Ru La.

Xuan Yuan nodded to accept, and Gu Yuexi soon knocked a long paragraph: "Director Xuan, this may be my talk, but I thought about it, just in case you don't know, let me tell you A cry-today, your sword spirit stopped you a bit. When you went to help, I was going to help. When I heard him say, "Don't touch blood," I was a little worried, so I glanced at it through perspective. "

Xuan Yuan twitched his clothes awkwardly, and felt that he would stay away from the **** in the future.

Gu Yuexi then sent another message: "I saw that his wound was actually healed, but the part pierced by your formation has been corroded, and the wound has a special energy response. I remember when I first joined the post The Ministry of Security has trained it, it seems to belong to some ominous evil force. I mean nothing else, just to remind you to be careful. After all, it is a sword. Weapons have come in contact with a lot of things and may be polluted.

Sheng Lingyuan is not a real sword spirit. He is evil enough. What can pollute him?

But ... corroded?

Xuanyuan thought for a moment, stood up and walked to the bathroom door: "Do you really need help?"

While talking, his hand rested on the door, and the bitter cold from the door shrank his fingers.

Xuan Yuan narrowed his eyes, and there was a restriction on the door.

At this moment, a depressive low cough suddenly broke out in the bathroom. Xuan Yuan apparently felt that the restraint had been loosened for a moment. His palm on the door immediately raised the flame. Under the fire, the hotel's bathroom door became transparent and clear. Chu Di reflected the frozen seal on the other side, and declared and pointed like a knife. The ice stubble was cut open by him, the restraint was broken, and the door bounced open inside--

Sheng Lingyuan pulled the last "line" from his chest, and the man was still standing.

Mirrors, pools, and the ground, a series of bloodstains like a gorgeous red plum.

In this situation, Xuan Yuan's eyes slammed into him. He seemed to be hung from the abyss suddenly, and his heart was trembling.

There was a picture in front of him-there was rolling magma around him, and there was a death-like splendor in his sight. A figure fell from the air, slammed straight in front of him, was swallowed and thrown by the magma. He jumped up in panic, hugged the man, tried his best to protect him, but dragged him deeper into the ground.

The last "line" should be tied to the lungs. Before the wound healed, Sheng Lingyuan was a little breathless, and his voice was wrong: "Go out ... soaked with blood, I'm not good, you ... will you be comfortable? ? "

Xuan Yuan returned to God, and fell back to the world with cold sweat, his legs lifted up subconsciously and froze.

It took a while for Sheng Lingyuan to hold back a bit of strength. He reached out and grabbed a hand in the air, and the water in the faucet began to flush the blood around him with his gesture.

"Don't ... cough," Xuanyuan found his voice very astringent, and quickly cleared his throat. "No need to bother, just pluck the shower and rinse it. The shower is ... oh, forget it."

He ejected a coin, and this time the coin became a small, thin iron chain, entangled in the shower, picked it off, and rammed the shower hot water with another coin.

Thanks to the convenient contemporary technology, the blood drops splashing around quickly washed away, and instead of flooding the ground like Sheng Lingyuan expected, it automatically flowed down the sewer in the corner.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but admire: "It's convenient."

He suddenly made a noise, not knowing what God's announcement was, startled, his hands stunned, and the water in the spray head sprayed more than half of his body.

Sheng Lingyuan's hair was suddenly wet and shriveled, and the long hair that could have covered her body was separated, exposing half of her shoulders.

Xuan Yuan was petrified.

"Hey," Your Majesty didn't seem to mind. Maybe the years of the war couldn't be too particular. The waste servant who was clumsy with his hands and feet had experienced a lot. "Why careless-come here, little demon, help me bathe."

Xuan Yuan ate his feathers by mistake, snorted in his throat, and coughed into a dog.

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