Chapter 74： The villain wants to eat braised pork ribs 31

The shiny white sword bones, the tentacles are warm and cool, held in the hand, as if holding a piece of beautiful jade.

Just as the profound energy in the house was drawn away by the talisman, the outline of the delicate small sword in the sword bone also quietly dimmed, and the impurities came back, covering the small sword.

Xie Ziyou held the sword bone, leaned in front of his eyes and looked carefully, then curled his fingers and flicked a few times.

……Solid, smooth, thin and slender, it is the bone of the roots of savage spirit.

Apart from this, there is nothing special.

Xie Ziyou threw the bone away boredly, caught it firmly, and copied it in his palm. He handed the bone to the tip of his nose, his small nose twitched slightly, but he could not smell anything special.

Resisting the urge to stuff the bones between the teeth and take a bite, Xie Ziyou complained to the system: "How do you use this stuff? Can Xie Heng hear what I'm talking about?"

The system hesitated: "...maybe?"

Xie Ziyou raised the sword bone to his ear, pressed it against his cheek, and whispered as he called, "Hey, hello, Xie Heng?"

No one answered.

Forbidden mystery charms are posted inside the house,

The system said: "Youyou, are you louder?"

Xie Ziyou bit her lips tightly, his heart sullen, and raised her voice: "Xie Heng, come! Someone wants to harm me, come and save—"

He yelled clearly in the first few words, but gradually lowered in the back. The sentence "Save me" was tossing between his teeth, and he couldn't say it. The boy's face was reddish, he vomited for a moment, and said vaguely: "Help, help..."

System: "...puff."

Xie Ziyou's face was red, and he put his bones into his palms with his backhands, and his round eyes stared slightly: "Why are you smiling! When is this, are you still in the mood to laugh?"

He held the spirit bone and rubbed it for a while, and shrank to the corner of no one, staring his eyes to beckon the system not to listen. He raised his chin proudly, and then drooped his brows in anguish.

The spirit bone has not changed at all, and even the outline of the small sword inside has become bleaker.

Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.

Does this thing really work?

He bent his slender fingers and tapped on the bone a few more times. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he found that New World turned his head in surprise, and shouted to the system: "Hurry up, come and touch it, do you see if this bone is getting hot?"

"...Youyou, isn't it hot in the palm of your hand?"

Xie Ziyou: "..."

Disappointed, the young man threw the spirit bone back onto the bamboo pillow with his hand, slumped down on the soft collapse, sluggish for a moment, and then struggling to turn over, looking up at the vermilion beam.

What synesthesia is simply nonsense.

That **** Xie Heng has always been unreliable, he should have expected it!

"Youyou, don't be discouraged." The system fell on Xie Ziyou's side drapery, softly comforting, "Maybe it's just that we didn't find the usage. This spiritual sense...maybe rely on conscious communication?"

Xie Ziyou was stunned for a moment, and then stood up.

"You mean... meditation?"

...

In the Xuanling Sect, the night was intoxicating, and Xie Heng, who was begged by Xie Ziyou, was lying quietly on the bed, breathing well-proportioned and long aura.

The bedding was kicked aside, revealing the juvenile's slender and healthy legs, moonlight spreading over his wrists and ankles, climbing onto his beautiful wheat-colored skin.

Only in his sleep, Xie Heng still frowned, turning around restlessly.

According to past experience, he is the easiest to communicate with spirit bones when the morning and twilight are crisscrossing. Although it was triggered passively against one's wishes, Xie Heng had to admit that habit is a terrible thing, such as drugs and wine, which are addictive.

The feeling of being quietly accompanied by Xie Ziyou's side was even more so. Every time he glimpsed Xie Ziyou's face from the perspective of the sword bone, it flowed from the bottom of his heart like a trickle, and the spring breeze turned rain, moisturizing things silently.

It makes people feel at ease.

But since the two were separated in the secret realm, Xie Heng never triggered this kind of synesthesia again.

He remembered that Xie Ziyou was in danger. He thought that in recent days, the secret realm had gradually faded out of the world's sight, and the young monks went back to their homes. He should be able to contact Xie Ziyou again.

But Xie Heng sat quietly on top of the bluestone, from the glow of the sky, to the moonlight and the stars, until the screaming birds were asleep, but the sympathy that should have come was delayed.

Xie Heng felt bad instinctively.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning, before stepping into his dreamland, the young man’s last thought was still: I can’t delay going to the Xie’s Mansion. When I say hello to my father and seniors, I will leave immediately...

Closing his eyes, Xie Heng had a gloomy dream.

In the dream is a large area of ​​dark mist, strange creatures drifting past, without a trace, but the pressure is heavy as a mountain, pressing down to Xie Heng's head. The black crow fluttered, pulling a dry and hoarse voice, passing over his head, never going back.

A hurried mood enveloped him, as if an invisible big hand was holding the soft heart tightly, Xie Heng stumbled and ran, but never got out of the mist.

But in the dark, he always heard a small sob, and his crisp voice was full of panic, and he cried out intermittently: "Help me, thank you, help me!"

The sound is very familiar.

Xie Heng looked around blankly.

In his dream, his thinking was slow, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a white mist, but the young man was reluctant, and he hollowed his head to think hard.

He always felt that the shouting sounded like a very important person, more important than his life. If he ignores it, he will regret it——

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Xie Heng's mind, like Wanjun thunder piercing the sky covered by thick clouds, splitting a majestic white light.

It's Xie Ziyou!

The moment the name appeared, Xie Heng suddenly opened his eyes and his pupils shrank sharply.

-Was scared awake.

The boy suddenly stood up from the bed, panting and covering his chest, only to realize that he had been in a cold sweat, and the next window was not closed, and the night breeze roared in, and the wet clothes were blown by the cold wind and chilled. Ruo Hanbing.

He clasped his head in pain and pressed his temples with his hands, trying to relieve the nearly spasm of his scalp.

Fortunately, the headache came quickly, went faster, and disappeared in no time.

Xie Heng gasped heavily, in surprise.

...Is it a nightmare?

The dark night was vast, and suddenly a cloud drifted over, blocking the stars and the moon, casting a deadly shadow on the side of the window. The shadow also fell on the side of Xie Heng's face, filled his deep eye sockets, slightly sharp eyebrows, and straight nose.

The young man's brows were tightly twisted together, thought for a moment, and got up decisively.

He pulled the black dark brocade robe from his side, draped it on his body indiscriminately, stabbed his feet into his leather boots, and picked up a long sword from the corner, with broken hair fluttering, and ran straight out the door.

Rather than being a dream, Xie Heng believes that it is a kind of mysterious intuition, a hint of the spirit of the Mingming Center.

He didn't doubt the Qiqiao. Firstly, according to common sense, the change of physical aptitude is by no means a one-day effort, but rather a long-term effort to pierce through the water. Secondly, he knew that Xie Ziyou did not integrate the sword bone into his body. Empty talk.

Xie Heng was worried about the secret realm.

Did those little snow-white flowers and colorful treacherous rivers have an unknown impact on Xie Ziyou?

——Can't wait for a moment, he wants to see You You right away.

If he thinks too much, it will be an Oolong at best.

But what if it is really dangerous to travel?

Xie Heng did not dare to gamble.

Even if one in ten thousand possibility were put on Xie Ziyou, it would make him shiver.

...

The road down the mountain is bleak and winding, rugged and uneven, with shadows of trees on both sides of the road, layers of broad-leaved and broad branches, covering the sky.

Xie Heng was restless, stumbled under his feet, stepped into the potholes several times and almost fell.

But after turning around a bend, pulling back like a curtain of vast ancient trees, Xie Heng gave a glimpse, but saw a stone house quietly standing in the depths of the mountains and forests, beside the cliffs.

The house was brightly lit by candles, and there were people who squatted on the roof juwa, prying up the tiles and looking into the house.

The candlelight flickered, faintly reflecting the pretty and elegant face of the roofer.

Looking from a distance, Xie Heng hesitated: "Seven...Senior Sister?"

The figure turned his head to the side, a cold light flashed in his hand, but it was a long sword.

The sky was dim, Senior Sister Seven squinted her eyes, looked around for a long time, and said in surprise: "Little Junior Brother?"

She has a cold voice, but panicked on her face. While holding the long sword behind her anxiously, while stepping on the bricks under her feet, she shouted into the house: "Little Junior Brother is here!"

"Little Junior Brother?"

"Little Junior Brother is here!"

"Quickly, bring in the younger brother, he is the client, let him see how our plan is!"

"Wait, give me the pen. I haven't changed it yet. I need to add dragons and phoenixes here!"

"Where can I find you dragon and phoenix for you?"

The room was suddenly noisy, the figures shook, and the tables and chairs made a harsh "creak" sound.

The door of the stone house was slammed open, and several people swarmed out, rushing towards Xie Heng.

It was the group of senior brothers and sisters he had newly recognized.

This is a coincidence, Xie Heng thought, he can tell the seniors and sisters about his going out, just to save him from going to Xie Tianwang's place and save time.

But he didn't have time to speak. The four senior sisters were graceful and walked like snakes. As soon as they came up, they held Xie Heng's arm tightly and smiled and said: "Little brother, I haven't rested so late, but I'm bothering about the marriage grab. ?"

"An Xin, the senior brothers and sisters have arranged for you, and we are guaranteed to give you the most gorgeous, most spectacular, and most majestic battle for marriage!"

Xie Heng: "???"

He choked in his throat before saying "I want to go out to save people".

The boy was choked by his own saliva. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. Junyi's eyebrows were rounded, and he coughed and said in disbelief: "What? Robbery, marriage?"

"Yes!"

The third senior's folding fan gently shook and strolled out of the courtyard. Shi Shiran walked to Xie Heng and handed a drawing gracefully to the young man's stunned gaze.

The drawing is huge, and it seems to be made up of several pieces of rice paper. There are messy patterns painted on it. Six or seven kinds of handwriting are mixed together. Xie Heng has been confused for a long time to recognize it, and he has not recognized any of the descriptions.

"Can't understand?" Senior Brother Three curled his lips, "I just said the second child's words are too ugly! It's okay, Junior Brother, come here, and Senior Brother will explain to you slowly."

"In the center is a wagon made of pure gold, surrounded by flintstones to fabricate life formations, taking the scorching sun rise, and the scorching light."

"The mirror is hung on the car window. The big brother is responsible for dealing with the weather problem of the day. Whether it is rainy or cold, he will use the sword of the sun to split the clouds to ensure that the sun shines smoothly and shines on the mirror and spar. ."

"When you are on the stage, ninety-nine salutes will be fired-this five sister is responsible. She has studied the art of organs for several years, and has already improved the folk firecrackers to protect you from the colorful lights of the world. , Pneumatic rivers and mountains."

"Four junior sisters are good at rhythm, let her play a piece of joy for you, enter the Tao with the sound, seductive heartstrings, and will make your sweetheart happy and forget feelings."

"The sixth brother hid in the car and sprinkled petals outward. In order to help you build momentum, he has plucked all the spiritual flowers in the private garden. These petals are nourished by the profound energy and bloom for several months without withering. They are sprinkled as petals. also the same……"

The three senior brothers fingered the drawing, eloquent, and the whole person's expression became more and more intoxicated, almost immersed in the picture in his mind.

Xie Heng couldn't laugh or cry, and finally looked at the brother's gasping effort, and interrupted: "No, brother and sister, who told you that I was going to grab the marriage?"

Everyone turned their heads together and reached out their hands.

Point to a figure outside the stone house that is close to the root of the wall, cats at the waist, and wants to sneak away.

Everyone's eyes met, like a kilowatt searchlight, and Pei Yunyin's embarrassed expression was shining brightly. Seeing no hope of escape, the young man looked up helplessly, squeezed a bitter smile at Xie Heng and waved.

"……Hey."