Chapter 20： Autumn night

Xu Xingzhi is in the arms of Jiuzhi Lan, the upper body clothes are all removed, they all fall to the waist, sweat on the muscle lines slides down, the temperature of the body is Gradually lost.

He whispered: "...the silver ring is printed."

The Crows of the Ravens have always been good at spells, including the "snake". "Snake Seal" is divided into Golden Ring Snake Print and Silver Ring Snake Print. The former is light blue, the body is hot and burning, the meridians will be burned by fire; the silver ring snake print is fire-colored, once it is recruited, it is like a cold ice, blood flow is frozen.

Although Xu Xingzhi drives the spiritual power to suppress when the curse is inserted into the body, then this attack, the ghost repair is obviously doing its best, and Xu Xingzhi’s efforts to force it back, it is still difficult to avoid a cold prison. The bitterness.

This method has another feature, it is very weird: once the curse is formed, the object is locked, it is not possible to enter the body of the object. Even if Xu Xingzhi kills the ghost repair in time, the curse will still fall on the nine lights. .

Only after receiving this for him, the Jiuzhi lamp is likely to escape.

Jiuzhi Deng’s throat is slightly sorrowful, and it’s hard to regret it: “Brother, I shouldn’t be so careless...”

"What is the use of this now?" Xu Xingzhi clenched his teeth and clenched the shoulders of Jiuzhi Deng. He was sore and breathless, and his lips were faintly purple. "Undressing? Give me clothes." it is good."

Meng Zhongguang can't restrain his emotions, and his palms give birth to a faint brilliance: "Brother, you are lying here, I will spell for you..."

Xu Xingzhi earned half a body and slaps the hand of Meng Zhongguang: "Let Zhou Beinan know that I am injured because of this small flaw? I am not laughed at by him for a lifetime!"

The Jiuzhi lamp was shocked and seemed to be enlightened.

Meng Zhongguang died and gritted his teeth: "Does the brothers not care about their bodies?"

Xu Xingzhi is uncharacteristically rare. It is so resolutely determined: "Where is there so much nonsense? Put on clothes for me! I have remembered it. No one can tell others about my injuries. It!"

The sound of Fang’s altar bursting sounded in this secluded space, Xu Xingzhi just tied the belt, and Zhou Beinan took a Danyangfeng disciple out of a passage: “...What sound was it?”

Xu Xingzhi’s strength relied on a slightly larger altar stone, cocking Erlang’s legs: “The ghosts of the ghosts forgot to take away and scared the old man.”

Zhou Beinan haha ​​laughed: "Xu Xingzhi, you are not afraid of ghosts, how can you fear that the insects are afraid of this?"

Xu Xingzhi leaned back and refused to say: "When you are a child, you will be eaten by ants when you are sick." Maybe you are more afraid than me."

Zhou Beinan is not willing to call Xu Xingzhi to think of his childhood. He coughs a little and gently raises his smile. He opens the topic: "How bad is your face?"

Xu Xingzhi asked: "Don't you think it's weird here?"

Zhou Beinan said: "You are really empty."

Xu Xingzhi smashed a stone to go to the north and south of the Zhou: "Rolling. With the time to talk to me, it is better to see if there is any fish missing."

After some searching, the pedestrians confirmed that these chaotic ghosts were spared. They were all shackled and the bodies were thirty-seven. They were sealed by Wen Xuechen's several magical symbols, and they were sent to the torch to make their souls clean and reborn.

... No one found that one of them was missing.

The white horse is in the middle of the mountain.

The ghost repairing corpse that had just wounded Xu Xingzhi was towed to the mountains.

The sky was faint, and several vines climbed out from the depths of the damp jungle. For example, the snakes entangled and tied the ghost body and tied it into a scorpion.

Subsequently, the vine surface began to appear white and white foam, the dead man was repaired without skin first, and soon in the burning exposed the bones.

Within a quarter of an hour, he was destroyed and there was no bone left.

After the body dies, a glimmer of light rises from the vines.

That is the soul core that everyone will have. After death, if the soul is there, you can reincarnate.

And a vine blasted like a lightning bolt, and the soul that had already floated into the air was smashed, and the land was slammed, and a broken bone was pinched.

Xu Xingzhi intentionally concealed the injury, naturally no one came out of the clues, the return journey was still the same on the way, even the careless Yuan Ruyi could not detect the abnormality.

Returning to Fengling Mountain, returning to Master and the uncle to return to his life, Xu Xingzhi has lost consciousness, but his ambition is still there. When he walks back to his own room, he does not forget to play with a few familiar younger brothers. Say hello.

When the door is smashed, Xu Xingzhi feels exhausted.

Behind his house, there was a hot spring bath in the hot springs. One of Xu Xun untied, and walked slowly toward the pool. He left a white robe on the road, a hanging belt, and a flying sneaker.

Walking to the edge of the pool, he shook his hands and poured out a few medicinal herbs from a gourd hanging from the pool. Nothing was counted, and all the medicinal herbs were thrown into the pool.

When the pool water suddenly becomes milky white, the heat waves roll, and the medicine is fragrant.

Xu Xing one of the heads plunged in, soaked in it, and the medicine spring steamed through the body.

However, it is probably because the treatment time is too long. When Xu Xingzhi, who has been in the spring for a whole hour, climbs out again, the body is still cold and cold, and the bones are cold and painful.

He whispered a sneak, knowing that his body was so good for a while, and simply wiped off the water stains and walked out naked.

The hot spring medicine bubble has been a long time, Xu Xingzhi's head is a little stunned, so he did not notice that the clothes he had thrown on the ground after his return to the room were hung back to the hook.

... until he saw a big and beautiful scorpion on his bed.

The man pulled his quilt and wrapped himself into a furry soft ball.

One of Xu Xing saw who it was.

...... After all, there are not many people who dare to go to the room and dare to marry him.

He pulled the nightgown that was hanging on the shelf and wrapped himself up: "Heavy light?"

A beautiful little face with sweat and sweat came out of the quilt.

His voice is soft and sweet, like the three cents a pound of maltose sold on the street: "... Brother, I will give you a warm bed."

Xu Xingzhi came out and took him to catch him: "Who told you to go to my bed?"

"The brothers are so cool." I didn't expect Meng Zhongguang to pick up his words. He put his hand on his lips and sighed twice. "I warm my brother."

Xu Xingzhi groaned, and the dough was faintly hot, and his hand was pumped back: "...lease me to this set. Walk around and go back to sleep in your house."

Meng Zhongguang said: "I don't want to go."

Xu Xingzhi went to his arm: "Get up. If the uncle went to the disciple to check the room..."

The voice did not fall, Meng Zhongguang actually grabbed the wrist of Xu Xingzhi, violently slammed, and turned back, pressing Xu Xingzhi's life on the bed!

Xu Xingzhi did not know the strength of the body that had always been weak and windy. Perhaps it was because he had just cursed and his body was slightly imaginary. He was actually forced to be half-stretched and struggled, even if he could not be liberated from Meng Zhongguang’s hands.

Another slender and beautiful handcuffs covered Xu Xingzhi's eyes and isolated the candlelight in the room.

Xu Xingzhi made his efforts, but the silk was difficult to move. He only felt that his body was pressed against a mountain, and he almost could not breathe.

Meng Zhongguang’s voice came from the top and was as soft as ever, and he could not even hear that he was working hard.

He made a very unreasonable request: "From today I will move into my brother's room."

He said: "I have to look at my brother, I can't let my brother hurt again."

He added: "I used to think that my brother could do anything. I was too lax. This time I didn't check it and hurt my brother. I promise that such things will not happen in the future."

Xu Xingzhi gradually stopped trying to break through Meng Zhongguang and listened to his words.

Meng Zhongguang sighed for a long while, but found that one of Xu Xing could not move, could not help but panic, immediately climbed from Xu Xingzhi, and spread his hand: "... brother?"

Xu Xingzhi climbed up silently, acted on the neck and shoulders, and finished the robe that had been scattered above the waist and stood up.

Meng Zhongguang panicked, hands and feet and used the knees to go to the bed to pull his belt: "Brother, you rationalize me..."

Under one pull, Xu Xingzhi was almost stripped by Meng Zhongguang on the spot: "Hey, let go."

Meng Zhongguang with a soft little nasal sound, succumbed: "Sister..."

Xu Xingzhi sighed in the sky: "...what do you think I am going to? I went to the disciple's house and took your captivity!"

When Meng Zhongguang’s eyes lit up, he immediately let go and squatted on the bed: “Really?”

"I live alone in this spacious hall, and I am really bored." Xu Xingzhi said, "If you move in, I still have a chat and a boring."

Meng Zhongguang was excited to get two reds, and he would go down to the ground with bare feet: "The brothers have physical problems, I am going to move."

Xu Xingzhi took him back to the bed: "I am going. There is always a confession in the uncle, you go and say, will the teacher uncle easily put you here?"

After all, he tapped on Meng Zhongguang’s forehead. "... Stay here, give me a warm blanket."

When this was an export, Xu Xingzhi felt that there was something wrong with it, but it was difficult to tell at a time what went wrong.

... just as he didn't know how to confuse him, Meng Zhongguang was so rude.

He only felt that getting along with him for so many years, and staying in the same day with Meng Zhongguang in the daytime, living in one at night, does not seem to be an unacceptable thing.

He quickly changed the clothes for travel, turned around after the screen, and said that he was wearing a belt: "You should sleep first, don't wait for me."

In the quilt of Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang arched a small voice and said: "Brother, the moonlight outside the window is too bright, and the heavy light can't sleep."

Xu Xingzhi had no choice but to raise his hand and set up a circle of law. The round window was condensed with a thick fog.

He used to make a cage with this fog barrier, put the moon in it, and soften the moonlight into a group of furry light.

"Can this be done?" Xu Xingzhi asked.

Meng Zhongguang nodded lightly and pulled the quilt over half of his face. He muttered: "...the moonlight outside the temple is better than other places."

"Sweet mouth." Xu Xingzhi laughed at him.

When Xu Xingzhi is about to go out, Meng Chongguang is screaming at the back: "Add two more clothes and go."

Xu Xingzhi said: "No need."

Just as soon as he opened the door, the autumn wind that swept on the face blew a chill in Xu Xingzhi. He only felt that his palm and his feet were cool and he had to close the door. He found a robe with windy hair and then pushed the door out. .

Covering the door carefully, Xu Xingzhi did not go to the disciple's house in the first time.

He walked around the cloister of the main hall, and walked a few more steps. Sure enough, under the window, he saw the nine lights sitting on the knees, thin and cold.

There are dozens of bottles and jars in front of him, and they all seem to be used to treat the cold poison. He sat under the window outside his temple, and the warm light that fainted from the house passed over his head, and the cool moonlight dragged his shadow.

... He was in a daze, and he was even ignorant of the arrival of Xu Xingzhi.

When Xu Xingzhi was pressed into the bed by Meng Zhongguang, he felt that there was a third person outside the temple.

Look at the appearance of the nine lights, if he does not come out to find him, he is afraid to sit outside to dawn, and will not ring the door.

... These two children are really one game and don't worry.

Xu Xing tightened the tie on his chest and called him: "...lights."

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