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It is thorough mixed with this trace of resignation.

Heart.

He who knows everything knows where he is at the moment and knows, and what he is really experiencing at this moment is also knowing.

This is 'Enlightenment!'

This is the game set up by 'Kai'!

This bureau imprisons itself as a caged bird.

Once. Fly, fly, fly, spread your wings and want to fly high.

Fly, fly, fly.

Now, when his eyes are clear and dizzy, he finds that Gao Fei's proud self is indeed still in a cage, and asks himself if he has been kept in the dark from the beginning?

Did you already know that you were locked in a cage from the beginning?

Know.

Because Han Xian knows deeply how he came here.

It was through the jungle and jumped off the cliff, and since then he has been a baby, but the longitudinal tube is a baby's climb, but Han Xian's heart still knows deeply that all this is just an illusion of ** control.

I'm still the same person.

Nothing has changed.

With standing up in the climb, people ushered in the youth, youth is empty-eyed, who else is me, with blood to cast the word killing, self-confidence to achieve the edge, those flies camp dogs Gou all killed thoroughly.

When the word 'kill' was young, Han Xian forgot about it.

Or still remember, but the heart selectively does not remember it, and when the sharp arrow whistles through the confident fantasy, everything is really unreservedly displayed in front of you.

I'm still here.

Here I am quickly stepping on the word young under my feet, and at this moment, there is a trace of desolation on this face, this pair of eyes.

It's a start.

This beginning foreshadows this pathology.

This sickness is something that all living beings in the world cannot avoid, and the end of this sickness is old age.

Desolation is the beginning of old age.

Old?

Are you just getting started?

God knows, it has already started from the moment it was born, but the process of this beginning has been enjoyed and enjoyed by too many people.

Happy when young, young and promising.

And at the moment.

Looking at the sky, Han Xian is enlightened.

When it is in those, Feixia's demon red, looking for his own, that is, the blood just now, everything in this Qidi is so fast.

Just watching the passage of time already stain Han Xian's face with traces of wrinkles.

The eye is transparent to everything in front of you.

But this thoroughness is more of a sign that Han Xian is unwilling to be reconciled to what he has experienced at the moment, who wants to be a caged bird?

The absence of traces of time is not felt by man.

But now, Han Xian, who was looking at the meditation, seemed to hear the sound of wrinkled self-gnawing with a knife and axe on his face.

"Huh~~. ”

The teeth were tearing unwillingly, and the eyes were stained with blood.

The body is moving, it is the feet that are steadily lifted and falling, Han Xian is moving forward step by step, the two words of the young are gone, and its walk is really taking away a lot, a lot of things.

Like what.

If it was Han Xian when his blood and qi were just right, how could his feet be so steady, he would quickly lift up and fall very quickly, and he would see the elevation of his body with every step.

It's the whirring wind.

Every step is a big step, and after a few steps, the top of the mountain is standing proudly.

And now?

Han Xian is walking, steady is step by step, this change in mood, even the 'unwillingness' will ignore it, the lifting of the footsteps, is that he wants to step on this slightly raised dirt slope.

It's not high.

At this moment, the person was already standing on this low dirt slope, and the natural barrier that had been hidden by too many scenery was completely trampled under Han Xian's feet.

"Uh~~. ”

The twitching of the corners of the eyes is to drive the twitching of the corners of the mouth.

After tearing off the barrier, the mystery hidden behind it is clear, and in the eyes, what was once thought has been easily overturned.

What's that skyscraper?

Can that be called Feixia?

It is flying, but this flight is not the wind that moves, but they have a pair of wings that can fly and can fly, and they are carrying them to the dance of Feixia.

"Heh~~. ”

After a short period of astonishment, a knowing smile appeared on Han Xian's face, and he said to himself, "What else should I be, it turned out to be a large flock of birds." ”

"Chirp~~. ”

As if to confirm Han Xian's self-talk, the birds dancing with fire-colored wings in the air are all chirping in their mouths, which is a welcome sound, and it seems to be a joke.

Welcome to Han Xian.

Sell your wings like fire.

Showing off his body dances like a fire.

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xiandang was a little pleased with this showmanship, his face was smiling, and it was this smile that made those wrinkled knives and axes that were working day and night more powerful and tangible.

"Whew~~~. ”

It is the sound of wings dancing, the flame that occupies the sky is slowly descending under the dance of wings, and the sun will set in the mountains.

And the landing of this group of fire-colored birds was in the green field, Han Xian's smiling face and eyes were lowered as the birds landed little by little.

"Whew~~~. ”

The human base stood in front of the slope, and this slight rise suddenly became a windward outlet.

This cold wind brought too much joy, and Han Xian's already smiling face was very happy with what he saw in front of him, what was in his eyes?

It was the wind blowing the wheat waves, seeing the green and shuo turning.

"Oh, wheat, it's wheat. ”

Han Xianxi's smile was wrinkled, and these eyes that saw the surging greenery could of course also see that at this moment, Mai Shuo was staying with a bird.

It was a firebird, a red feathered bird perched on the branches of the ears of wheat, and suddenly the green of the earth was covered with a fiery red carpet.

"Hehe~~. ”

Laughing at the white teeth, Han Xian's feet moved again.

This time, I unintentionally forgot the word steady, it was running, looking forward, looking at the green glory under the fire carpet, and the firm running under my feet.

"Haha~~~. ”

Laughing at the young and rampant in the past.

People rushed down the hill with whirring wind, arms fluttering, Han Xian seemed to really be a child again, and yelled: "Get out of the way, Uncle Han Xian has occupied here." ”

"Uh~~. ”

Even Han Xian's own heart laughed out loud at such words.

Why do these eyes make them younger, when a desolate person finds sustenance, although he is unwilling in his heart, he can see too many things with those transparent eyes.

People live to be hungry.

Now I can still hunt, but one day, I will be old.

When that old word has not been completely written into a dead word, what do you do to live, what do you use to fill the hunger you experience in the process?

Don't want to die.

Han Xian didn't want to be starved to death, and if he had what he was looking for, then everything would be enough, and the abundant food and clothing would grow on the ground in the wind.

"Chirp~~~. ”

When the flaming bird is frightened, and the trembling is a madman who thinks that one's world has come.

"Huh. ”

Shouting and crying, Han Xian was like a wolf at one time, his arms were dancing in the wind, fluttering, jumping, frightened, angry, and roaring.

Even if you are a madman, then any sane and sober spiritual creature will be afraid of three points.

"Whew~~~. ”

In front of the wheat field, Han Xian jumped up violently, and after a big bird did not flapp his hands and make a wings leap, this leap was a flying fall after jumping into the air.

"Wow~~. ”

The bird was a little frightened of the shadow that was about to fall on his head, and his fiery red wings danced, all of which avoided Han Xian, and rushed to the sky with a random cry in his mouth.

"Huh. ”

Han Xian, who was an adult and an old man, smiled like a child.

"Poof~~. ”

Rolling on the ground, the greenery beneath him was overwhelmed.

So soft.

His face was raised to look at the blue sky, and there was no trace of clouds on the ground, although Han Xian's face was desolate with wrinkles, but the smile at the moment was still joyful.

How can you not like it, at this moment, the brain is thinking of a bumper harvest, a bumper harvest after the wheat gold.

"Heh~~. ”

Han was laughing at first, and the birds that had been driven away stopped and landed on a big tree next to the wheat field, and suddenly the fiery birds were like red fruits.

It's like they're ripe.

It is as if they are waiting for a good harvest of wheat in their own ripeness.

Bumper harvest?

Everyone should know that a good harvest is never easy, and it can be said that every ear of wheat is watered with sweat.

And now.

If Han Xian just rested his head on this green wheat, it would be almost impossible to look at the sky and wait for a ripe harvest, and there would be grass that drilled out of the land with the wheat.

Their leaves are growing like crazy, and this madness is competing for the warmth of the sun.

Their rhizomes hidden in the ground are even more precious nutrients in the competition for land.

They are blocking Han Xian's harvest.

And it wasn't just these that stood in the way of the harvest, just above the ears of wheat, there were some very greedy creatures gnawing on the fruit that was far from ripe.

Hard work pays off.

If it is lazy, then the harvest can only be a beautiful shadow imagined in Han Xian's mind.

Fortunately, Han Xian was not lazy, and the person rolled up from the ground in laughter, and his face was full of sin to help those overwhelmed Mai He up.

Facing the green loess.

Weeding.

With his back to the blue sky.

Catch insects.

How industrious people are, this diligence is Han Xian's footsteps moving every inch of the wheat field little by little, and this diligence is Han Xian's hands touching every ear of wheat.

In the wind, see the fragrance of flowers.

This is the incense that indicates a good harvest, and Mai is bowing down to thank Han Xian for his diligence.

"Heh~~. ”

It's fun to lower your head, and it's even happier to raise your face.

Laugh because you don't know.

When this head was lowered and facing the loess with its back to the sky, it was only a slight crawl of facial wrinkles, and it was just middle-aged and old.

But now, when Han Xian's face was raised, he was wrinkled and flecked.

Growing old is a form of oppression.

The old age given by the years has oppressed Han Xian to the point that he can't even stand up straight.

His spine is bent.

The youth of man has finally disappeared completely, and at this moment, on the raised face, the eyes are no longer thorough, it is the vicissitudes of faint flowers.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian must know that he is old.

And now, at this moment, the smile on this face should be smiling and saying: "I have something to rely on." ”

Dizzy, sweeping towards the field of wheat, seeing that one point is golden and one point, those fruitful particles are full of grains, they are swaying in the wind, when they are thanking Han Xian for his dedication.

"A good harvest, a good harvest. ”

The old man laughed stupidly.

"Heh~~. ”

It was not only Han Xian's eyes that saw the harvest, but he was more than a living creature who was happy, and the birds that stayed on the big tree were also 'chirping' for the harvest.

It's just that their joyful eyes are peeping.

Peek into Han Xian's harvest.

Every cent of the golden color of this wheat field was given by Han Xian, and it had nothing to do with them, but they were indeed looking at them like wolves and tigers on the sidelines.

"Chirp~~. ”