Before he could reach his eyes, he was roughly knocked aside. It was at this moment that Xuanyuan Mu woke up from his dream that he could not extricate himself from.
"Don't you need to explain your reasons to others for doing anything?" Yu Buhuan asked angrily.
I took her hairpin and had to pose for it.
Seeing the contempt in Yu Buhuan's eyes, Xuanyuan Mu suddenly took back his hand hanging in the air and turned his head as if nothing had happened.
"Reason? What reason do you want?" His tone was full of alienation and disdain.
"Have you ever asked me if I agree with taking my things?" The robber at least said, "I am the one who opened this mountain" as an opening statement, so it would be better for him to do it directly.
"What? Don't you agree?" As he spoke, Xuanyuan Mu pinched the sterling silver hairpin and squinted his eyes. The silver hairpin instantly turned red.
Xuanyuan Mu slowly placed the red-hot hairpin on the dry firewood, and used his internal force to heat the hairpin. When the firewood was heated, it began to smoke. Gradually, the sparks expanded and it was ignited.
Yu Buhuan was so shocked that he didn't know what to do and looked at him blankly, who was calm and composed.
Xuanyuan Mu Shi calmly put the hairpin on the ground: "Give it back to you."
The hairpin was red and changed its shape as soon as it touched the ground. After cooling down, Yu Buhuan looked at the completely deformed hairpin in shock and was speechless.
A silver hairpin turned into a silver spoon, how can it be used?
Thinking of Xuanyuan Mu using the silver hairpin to create fire, Yu Buhuan decided to forgive him.
The light above the head is getting weaker and weaker, and darkness casually replaces the day.
Night has come.
Xuanyuan Mu looked at the fire with all his concentration, as if thinking about something.
Yu Buhuan did not dare to get too close to the fire. Her hand was injured by Xuanyuan Mu, and the warm fire would only make her hand more painful.
After enduring it for a long time, Yu Buhuan finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She stood up and walked to the cold pool, stretched her hand in, and the cold water drove away the hot burns. Yu Buhuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Xuanyuan Mu stared at her coldly.
Because she had always dressed in men's clothing, even though her identity was revealed, she always maintained her original look for the convenience of doing things. I remember once in Chu Yan's house, she changed into a maid's clothes on a whim, and secretly had a taste of it, but
When Chu Yan saw it, the man was so frightened that his face turned pale, as if he had seen something terrifying. After this incident, Yu Buhuan never wore women's clothing again.
At this time, although she was dressed as a man, her hair was like a fine black satin hanging on her back.
The firelight reflected on the black hair from time to time, creating a smooth halo of color.
With temporary relief, Yu Buhuan took out his hand and returned to the fire. When he sat down, the tail of his hair accidentally brushed across the back of Xuanyuan Mu's hand resting on his knees.
Tiny touches were like thorny feathers, torturing him constantly.
It only takes a moment to kill someone, but it takes seconds to torture someone.
He still remembers Yu Buhuan's dying look. His heart ached when he saw the woman in front of him who had exactly the same appearance as Yu Buhuan.
From the first time he saw her, he was thinking, why isn't Yan Xin'er dead and Yu Buhuan alive?
He will never regard Yan Xin'er as a fish.
But he would not allow the impostor in front of him to take over everything Yu Buhuan had, including his memories.
"Get your hair up!"
Yu Buhuan had just sat down and suddenly heard this request and was a little confused.
