Chapter 251
It's really hard to describe the emotion at that moment. If I had to say it, I probably wouldn't be happy.
"Your golden-winged roc..." He obviously didn't say anything just now, but now his voice is hoarse, with a bit of indescribable ambiguity.
Xie Wen said "Yes", half-closed his eyes and looked towards the window, and after a while he said: "You have raised a good thing."
His voice is also a little hoarse, although the tone is the same as usual, but the timbre is much darker.
But when he turned his face back, seeing the overly obvious emotion on Wen Shi's face, he couldn't help laughing again. Then he laughed sullenly for a while.
When she heard it, she turned her face like turning over a book, her eyes were still narrowed at the last moment, and her eyes were wrapped around Xie Wen's lips with desire. At this moment, he was tense and cold again, looking away from the window, looking at Xie Wen with a blank expression and smiling there.
It's just that the red marks at the end of his eyes made him stinky face also has other meanings.
"Go take a shower." Xie Wen patted him and raised his chin towards the simple cubicle.
"What about you?" Wen Shi frowned.
The snowman had a very polite idea, but before he could put it into practice, he was interrupted by two bird feathers. The atmosphere dispersed for seven or eight minutes, and I felt a little forced to continue.
"Leave me alone." Xie Wen pushed him again and said, "Go quickly."
Wen Shi squinted and stared at him for a while, then stood up uncomfortably.
The baggy t-shirt was hanging down, covering everything. At first glance, the jeans still covered his long straight legs, but when he bent over to get a change of clothes, there were some loose marks from the waist.
The old couple of the Lu family love to tidy up. Although the small cubicle is simple, it can be regarded as clean and tidy. When she smelled it, she grabbed the collar and took off the T-shirt, but her attention remained in the room.
For a long time, he didn't hear Xie Wen's voice.
He didn't hear Xie Wen's footsteps until he boiled the water, which slowly changed from cold to hot and flowed down from the top of his head.
When he finished washing and came out of the cubicle wiping his hair, the rare ambiguous and messy marks on Xie Wen's body had disappeared, and he returned to his usual appearance.
The windows of the room were open, and the night breeze passed through the hall, dissipating the last bit of heat in the room.
Xie Wen pinched the feathers of the golden-winged roc, which was shining with golden light, and was about to turn the doorknob.
When he heard it, he put the towel on the back of the chair beside him, and asked, "What do these two hairs mean, old Mao?"
"Yeah." Xie Wen nodded, "I'll go to the next door to have a look."
Wen Shi: "Together."
Xie Wen thought for a while and said, "Are you sure?"
Hearing this, he wondered, "What's so uncertain about this?"
After entering the door next door, he finally understood why Xie Wen said this.
Because as soon as he stepped in, Zhou Xu, the youngest but knowing everything, stared at his half-wet hair without blinking his eyes.
Fortunately, this stick was worth more than Xia Qiao's two hundred and five, so he didn't ask any nonsense questions or say anything nonsense. Instead, he said straight to the point: "It is Bu Ning who is looking for you."
Bu Ning: "..."
Lao Mao pouted his legs in relief, and sat back on the sofa.
Xie Wen sat down next to Lao Mao, and when he recruited Zhao Wen again, he indicated that there was an empty seat next to him. Then he looked at Zhou Xu, and asked in a good temper: "The three of you are quite energetic, and you have been chatting until now? What happened, let's talk about it."
Bu Ning hastily occupied Zhou Xu's body, and recounted the phone call from the Zhang family's claim to Zhengchu, as well as the scene Zhou Xu had seen.
During that time, Xie Wen listened with lowered eyes, the intact hand kept rubbing the withered wrist. I couldn't see what he was thinking.
When I heard it, I couldn't help but glanced at his wrist several times.
"Is it hurting?" He asked in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Xie Wen glanced at him, but didn't react for a while.
He pointed to the withered hand when he heard it.
Xie Wen then stopped the caressing action, and said, "No, this dryness is not painful."
Judging by his expression, it really doesn't look like he is pretending to be comforting. After that, he didn't rub his wrist again.
While listening to Bu Ning's words when I heard it, I couldn't help pondering it several times in my heart. Suddenly remembered that he had seen Xie Wen's spirit image many times, in his impression, there were beads wrapped around that wrist, and a piece of emerald bird feathers hanging from it...
Xie Wen's caressing action just now was like turning those beads unconsciously.
When I first saw Xie Wen's spiritual appearance, I had many doubts when I heard it. For example, what is the Sanskrit word that continues from the side face to the heart? What are the strings of beads, bird feathers, and red thread wrapped around your hands?
But for various reasons, there was never a chance to ask.
Later, Xie Wen said that this body was actually a puppet released by him, and he subconsciously felt that those Sanskrit characters and bird feather beads that circulated were all for this body to better survive in the world.
So still didn't ask.
But now, he felt something was wrong.
When was the technique of controlling puppets related to beads, bird feathers, and red threads? But if it's not about puppets, what is it about?
Chapter 91 Mountain Rain
In Wen Shi's childhood memory, Chen Bu actually rarely taught things by speaking, he either practiced them by hand or learned them in a cage.
He always said that the more he saw, the more he would know.
But it was a bit too much to hear and see at that time, far more than a child should have. So he once asked Chen Bubu, if he always encountered cages, talismans or arrays he had never seen before, how would he play?
hand?