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From the mouth of a girl to say such a thing, then it is not jealousy but it must be mixed with a trace of jealousy, this voice is Qingyi's inner voice as she watched Han Xian's back leave.

"You must be very happy. ”

This sound is already jealousy, in the sunlight and shadows, the person sitting in dementia is jealous of a girl in the distance, why is he jealous of her?

Her happiness is the envy of others.

"Giggles. ”

The sound of teeth cutting, this sound came from Qingyi's mouth, could it be that this distant jealousy has been successfully sublimated from hatred?

It's envy of jealousy, and it can't be hate.

For that ethereal thing, it was hazy, and Qingyi would only pay because of envy and jealousy in this inexplicable sadness.

That's all, whether it is Rong Ruo or Qingyi, in the hearts of any of them, it is irrelevant.

But how did the tooth cut come about?

I think it's too redundant, the 'God Devouring Poison' has never stopped, and they can't destroy Qingyi's body cultivated from the treasure medicine.

So the clever poison chose to change direction.

Torture, turned into deadly torture.

"Giggle~~~. ”

The teeth chattered, Qingyi's whole body was crawling and curled together, and the forehead was already covered with a trace of fine sweat and cold denseness, but even if it was tormented like this, there was still not a single painful roar in her mouth.

They were all endured by stubborn mouths.

However, the clever 'Soul Release Poison' did find a new breakthrough, and from the moment the embankment broke, the cold plum face had been covered by a thick layer of frozen snow, and at this moment, the cold rain was indeed raging in the bone-chilling snow.

"Click~. ”

"Click~~. ”

"Click~~~."

Tears mixed with this sweat fell on the bed tragically, this slight sound represents this silence, and this silence represents Qingyi's strength.

This word 'sunny' is stronger than too many men in the world.

People are named after Qing, but at this moment, this gorgeous room is really not warm, and the people curled up in the corner of the bed are like orphans abandoned by this world.

Cold and loneliness became her best companions.

And at this moment, even the sun is leaving her, the dimness of the light is moving away little by little, the darkness is cold and eating away little by little, and finally people are dragged into it by the darkness.

The sun is gone.

Qingyi, who was curled up in the corner of the bed, finally fell into a coma in the extreme torture.

This should be considered a good thing for people.

The departure of the sun and the arrival of darkness, although it is cold, but at least Qingyi, who is in a coma at this moment, can temporarily numb the pain of 'devouring the god poison' torture.

This faintness should be understood as a kind of sleep.

In pain in' slumber. ’

But some people are really asleep, and Han Xian's room is also the darkness of the sun leaving, but this darkness falling on him does not mean that it is cold.

In his sleep, how could a man with this happy smile on his face be cold.

"Hehe~~. ”

How happy, how happy Han was in the dream, even the sleeping body was laughing to celebrate the pleasure, and the dream was rejoicing in today's gains.

Today, under the guidance of Mr. Qingyi, I am fortunate to step into a magical world.

So at this moment, Han Xian's smiling dream was, of course, because of the deliberate retention of this magical world.

There are a lot of names in it, and there are even a lot of 'Han Xian' names in it who are smiling and waving to Han Xian, swimming with them and getting drunk together.

This is a magical world written with a name, how can it only be engraved with your own name.

In the magic of the dream, Han Xian smiled lightly, looked at the sun, looked at the sky, and the soft light made his heart tremble, and whispered in his mouth: "It's beautiful." ”

Of course it will be beautiful.

Because the beauty of this sky is not given by the soft light, but by Rong Ruo's beautiful face, she is the person Han Xianchao thinks about, and it is normal to appear in a dream.

But the beauty of the sky is not as bright as one person's.

On the side of Rong Ruo's beautiful face, there is also a clear face, which is also so beautiful that Han Xian's heart trembles, who is she? Who else can she be, of course, it is Mr. Qingyi who provoked Xue Hanmei.

Such dreams.

'Huh. ’

Such a man is dreaming like this, dare to ask what the sky means?

The sky is dark, and I say I don't know, and the sky says that the things in the dream are not in my hands!

Who is in charge?

"Pounding. ”

"Bang~~~. ”

Returning to the heart, the beautiful world in Han Xian's dream suddenly surged with clouds, what beauty, what magic, after the entanglement and rotation, there was nothing left, and those two faces were as shattered as mirrors.

"Whew~~. ”

In the dark night, Han Xian's eyes suddenly lit up, and his body seemed to be kicked up, half sitting on the bed, the cold breathing in his throat echoed wildly, and the whole person was cold.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~"

In the chest, the heart was beating wildly, and even the skull was dyed with a cold lethargy.

Why is that?

Could it be that the beauty of dreams is a nightmare?

Unknown.

"Whew~~. ”

This is a long exhale after taking a deep breath, and a pair of frightened eyes glanced around, the darkness he saw did not mean that it was cold, not to mention that this darkness was still familiar.

"Hehe, dreaming?"

Han Xian gently rubbed his forehead, and a bright smile was already hanging on his face in a cold sweat, laughing at the unstable self-inflicted sentimentality in his heart.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~. ”

But the mind is like an uneasy addiction.

No matter how deeply Han Xian was taking a deep breath and exhaling for a long time, the uneasiness in his heart still couldn't be eradicated, and as his fingers kept rubbing his forehead, a trace of panic actually surfaced in his mind.

Think carefully!

Clasp your head with your palms and do deep reflection, thoughtfulness.

The pupils dilate and shudder.

Chaos flashed through his mind, and the restless man grasped in it a trace of the source of the plague.

"Damn it~~. ”

Han Xian roared in his mouth, and the person who was half-sitting on the bed shot towards the door like an arrow off the string.

"Bang~~. ”

panicked, so that Han Xian's hand didn't have time to open the door, so he used his head and body to open the knife first, and directly smashed the door of the wooden knot, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Qingyi's room.

The noise of horror immediately shook the night.

In an instant, the entire Crimson Mansion trembled at Han Xian's feet, and the people among them kicked and restlessed, what's the matter, this should be the quietest time, and the most noisy and frightening thing is indeed happening.

They are uneasy, and they only dare to be calm, and they only exclaim in their mouths, but they do not dare to say a word.

As for Han Xian's cold expression, who dares to approach by force.

Just be timid and look at it from a distance, and don't dare to be bold enough to hear about it.

Han Xian stood in front of Qingyi's door, and did not rush in, undoubtedly the courtesy to Mr. in his heart was still there, and he was undoubtedly asking in his heart if he was too careful.

Take a deep breath and raise your hand to tap on the door frame.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang~~~. ”

It was the panicked sound of the heart beating in the chest, and it was also the panicked knocking sound of Han Xian's arms.

"Sir~~. ”

The sound is there, the sound is low and loud.

"Mr. Qingyi~~. ”

There was a loud voice, but Han Xian's voice fell eagerly into the dark room without even a hint of response, it was like no one inside, and it was even more like there was a dead person inside.

Rites, when there is enough.

In extraordinary times, keeping ancient rites is to regret it for a lifetime.

"Bang. ”

The door was made of wood, and Han Xian was like an iron beater, with a slight force in his hands, and the wooden door was as fragile as paper paste.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind howled, and the long hair was raised.

A layer of cold like a tide forcibly clasped Han Xian's body, shuddering is light, and the cold and freezing of his face is heavy.

The whole room was filled with cold air.

"Giggle~~. ”

Teeth clenched, it was a long hatred in his heart, his eyes swept around, how could there be a figure of Qingyi in this gorgeous huge room, he understood at this moment.

The disturbing dream is not the abnormal heartbeat, but the abnormal sound in Qingyi's room.

Or maybe this abnormal sound is heralded by the heartbeat.

"Squeak, squeak~~. ”

The wind blew up, and the doors and windows that originally reflected the sun were blown open, and at this moment it was dark and cold, and Han Xian's gaze fell on it, as if he was laughing in the darkness.

"Hey~~. ”

Laughter, grim laughter.

This laughter did not come from the conjecture of his own brain, but really came from the darkness outside the window, Han Xian's face was as cold as water, and his body moved against the wind.

"Hmph~. ”

It seems like a trap.

This is more like a simple trap, the sudden sneer is the introduction of the trap, as for the bait, it has been well buried as early as when Han Xian woke up from a sweet dream.

A light snort came out of his mouth.

Han Xian didn't think about it, he turned into a sharp arrow and stabbed towards the cold black curtain outside the window, of course, he wanted to use his body to pierce the black curtain.

"Whew~~. ”

Han Xian suddenly came out, and the heavens and the earth were vast.

Who said, the darkness of the window represents the darkness of the entire sky, and at this moment, the sparse little star in front of him hangs beside the tired waning moon, but before Han Xian has time to experience this depression, his chest is already painful.

It's already obvious.

This is clearly a trap.

The smart Han Xian should be able to see it, but he doesn't know if he cares about it, or if he has a fearless heart and a firm heart, which is related to the safety of Mr. Qingyi, even if he knows that it is a trap, he has no choice but to break through.

Of course, this break has come at a price.

"Hiss~~. ”

The light makes five flashes, and the blood is flying.

The night sky blooms with blood.

Han Xian, the sleepy little star in the sky, had never paid attention to it, and when he rushed out of the window, his heart was already vigilant around the area, but He Nai's enemy was well prepared, and he came too quickly.

Five rays of light swept under him with a gentle sneer, and his claws poked out, and what the claws wanted was of course his own life.

Who said, his vigilance is useless at all, and his Dao power is surging.

Han took one step to do the repulsive reversal of the Sun Front Eruption, in order to push the Phantom Claw Blade away, and in one step, his body forcibly moved sideways, in order to avoid the claws, and save his life in two steps.

The sharp claws scratched through the robe in front of him, and the cold edge was cutting the skin with coldness.

When the body flashed, five blood marks settled.

"Hey~~. ”

"Hmph~. ”

The claw-holding face was sneering, and Han Xian was snorting coldly.

Snort coldly, his own life is still there, and he snort coldly at the futility of others' claws.

His life was saved, but his blood was indeed ignited.

But the self that can still breathe means that it is a success, when it is a dangerous escape from the claws and the heart, although the life is saved, but the pain in the chest is indeed a thrill at that time.

"Whew~~. ”

But this was already a blessing for Han Xian, because the five blood marks on his chest were small injuries to him, and he couldn't hurt his life.

"Damn. ”

Han Xian's gaze swept coldly over the face that was as soft as a woman, and his teeth squeezed out two words with the pain on his chest.

"Hey, hey. ”

The man sneered, rolled his eyes upward, and said, "Chengxi, we have already dug a grave for you." ”