Panguan

Sure enough, I heard Bu Ning say: "I was thinking, maybe the cage owner is our Songyun Mountain. My formation has hidden and contained the entire Songyun Mountain, including the villages and people below the mountain."

He clenched his fists and said, "It's like a peach pit. The resentment that Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye have suppressed for so many years is the black mist overflowing from the peach pit. Is this the same as the cage master?"

Just replace a person with a mountain enveloping a person.

"I originally thought that as long as the grievances on Zhong Sizhuangye's body were cleaned up, the cage would be solved naturally. I didn't expect it to be a little bit worse. What's going on, the two younger generations of the Zhang family took the initiative to go down the mountain to see It's not too late to discuss it when they come back."

"Yeah." Wen Shi replied in a deep voice.

This cage still had to be untied as soon as possible, after all...he had to find a more troublesome cage. His own ghost image and dust are all inside.

"Okay, you go to see Master, but he might still—" Bu Ning put the cloth towel back on the table and turned around, only to find that Wen Shi was gone.

Wen Shi hadn't been in this room for so long that when he stepped in and closed the door behind his back, he didn't even make a sound.

The battle effect is still there, he himself is dressed in a cloud and snow long robe, and his hair is tied neatly. The person on the couch was sitting with eyes closed, the red blouse hanging down from the side of the couch, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance of tea and medicine.

The dim and gentle light from the candle light on the table concealed the serious sickness of the person on the couch.

In an instant, there was almost an illusion when smelling it.

It was as if he was still in Songyun Mountain, practicing puppetry day after day. During the day, I listened to my brothers and sisters making noise, and at night, when I returned to the top of the mountain, I glanced at the people in the room under the bright moon and the lights, and before the other party looked over, I tied up the puppet thread in my hand and walked without looking sideways. open.

And this long thousand years and all of them are just a big dream.

Wen Shi stood with his back against the door for a long time, and finally walked to the side of the couch.

He saw the hand under the shadow of the other party's sleeve robe, like a thin bone.

He stared at it for a while, and couldn't help but reach out and hold it. That was not the touch in his cognition, it was so strange that it made people feel at a loss.

It seemed that there were countless fine needles piercing into the heart silently, and there was a dull pain.

He closed his eyes when he heard it, and suddenly heard Xie Wen's slightly hoarse voice whispering in his ears: "If I didn't wake up, would I not be able to see someone sneaking into my room?"

Chapter 82 Origin

The words were too close and the voice was too low.

When I smelled it, I slightly tilted my head, and a pale blood appeared on my fair neck, spreading down from the base of my ears. It's just that the candles in the house were not bright, which played down the change.

Only close at hand can see clearly.

"Are you pretending to be asleep?" Wen Shi straightened up.

He is also tall, and his expression is always cold. When he looks down at people, he always has a kind of "unhappy" meaning, and he often makes people feel a little difficult to get close to.

Seeing Xia Qiao look at him like this, he might turn his head and run away. But this has never worked in front of Xie Wen. What's more, Xie Wen's gaze stayed on the reddened part of his neck for two seconds.

...

So the blood couldn't fade away.

When I smell it for the first time, I feel that the skin is white and it is troublesome.

Fortunately, Xie Wen had already withdrawn his eyes, and when he spoke, he smiled tiredly: "Why are you still biting back?"

Wen Shi: "Bu Ning said you haven't woken up yet."

"He came here just now?" Xie Wen asked, "Then he might just open the door to take a look, and didn't come over to make a move."

When I smelled it, my lips moved, maybe I wanted to refute but couldn't find a suitable reason.

Xie Wen looked at his hand seriously with downcast eyes, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "Does it hurt?"

"What hurts?" Wen Shi asked.

Xie Wen's hand has not completely dissipated the traces of dryness, it is abnormally thin and dry, and it feels a little bit cold to the touch. He rubbed his thumb over the knuckles of his fingers when he smelled it, and asked, "Does it hurt when these hands hook the puppet thread into your body?"

Hearing that, he was startled for a moment, subconsciously wanting to withdraw his hand, but Xie Wen clenched it tightly instead.

He said: "I teach you puppetry, not for you to use it on yourself."

When I smelled it, my lips were drawn into a line, because I just woke up from a drowsy sleep and looked pale.

He didn't evade, and looked down at Xie Wen, like the thinnest and sharpest blade being gently pinched between the fingers, quiet and sharp all the time.

He said: "What I have learned is mine, and I can use it for whomever I want."

Xie Wen raised his eyes: "Who did you learn so crazy from?"

Wen Shi: "You."

Xie Wen's eyes moved.

Obviously he was sitting, but he was standing when he heard it. Obviously he raised his head slightly, but lowered his brows and eyes when he heard it. This extremely easily suppressed posture did not put him at a disadvantage in the slightest, and he still exuded a kind of gentleness and connivance.

They are like the most commonly used white cotton puppet threads when smelling them, stretched very tightly, and there is a slight distance between the threads.

Intertwined, and entangled again.

Wen Shi looked at him, and couldn't help but said, "You already knew why I was so crazy. What about you?"

Xie asked in a low voice: "What am I?"

He pursed his lips when he heard it, but said nothing.

"You said Spirit Cleansing Formation..." Xie Wen paused for a while, "Or Duling?"

When the word "Du Ling" fell into Wen Shi's ears, he blinked very lightly.

"The reason for washing the Spirit Array is because I know that you are stubborn and like yourself in everything.

I quietly find a way, obviously not good at deceiving people, but always try to deceive people, if I can't deceive people, I will get sulking. "Xie Wen's voice was very low, and when he talked about being sullen, there was a vague smile, but it disappeared quickly.