The tenacity behind it, flickering its color, Han Xian wanted to look back and see what the mountain would look like now, was he afraid that it would disappear in an instant?

Maybe yes, it's the fear that the courage that I've accumulated with great difficulty will be consumed in a simple turnaround. Pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info so the eyes desperately look ahead, and the strange thing is terrifying. Green shows such teeth and claws on other people's backs, I really want to close my eyes.

But what's the use of closing his eyes, Han Xian is really scared, afraid that his soul will fall again. The brain was roaring at this moment, these voices were too unfamiliar. It feels like I've never heard it before, which is why it's so scary when they appear in their heads.

Maybe Han Xian didn't know that his tears were quietly surging, but fortunately he didn't sob, otherwise the old chicken in his mind would have completely fallen into the pot.

At this time, everyone is maverick, and so is the brain. So personal thoughts are well hidden in the footsteps.

If it weren't for the fact that he instinctively felt that it would be embarrassing, then his tears would be even more presumptuous. But there were already things in his heart that supported his body, and he didn't know they existed. It is only at this time when the brain is completely seized by the cold, and those things that have been hidden long enough will decide to fight back.

Han Xian, what's wrong with you, didn't you choose this path yourself?

The fingers instinctively wiped away the sadness, maybe the fingers didn't have much temperature, but the only temperature made the face feel a little heat, maybe that was the only benefit of tears.

Memory is a loyal companion, and what can exist in the bottom of the heart are those beautiful, even if there are hardships, it is also to respond to the preciousness of beauty.

The sharp arrow polished the heart, and the pale self appeared in the heart.

The man's face was so blurry, why was he crying, was there something sad? I, Han Xian, really wanted to help him, and the palm I raised gently picked up the person's tears so naturally.

Don't be afraid, you are excellent. At least you're alive, that's the source of all hope.

It's always cold, but for people who are already extremely cold, it has a temperature. What existed in his heart became Han Xian's only backbone.

The world at this moment must be monotonous and dark, Han Xian and they are walking through the long night, Han Xian doesn't know when he will leave the blood mist, because he doesn't want to turn back yet. But what I believe is that I must have left that hellish place to relieve my brain.

'What's wrong with you' began to float in your mind, isn't this the jungle you crave, why do you hate him, why do you want to escape?

Do you perceive its abomination?

The things that appear in the mind will be so clear, and the question will not be answered, but it will feel that it cannot be answered.

Maybe it's inherently hateful, but it's your own choice, and it's your own life.

Did you get all of this jungle?

Maybe your heart is the most terrifying, maybe your heart wants to leave that warm place, think about the magic of this jungle, think about the beauty of the sunset.

Han Xian smiled again, and this time he noticed the smile on his face, as for why, the concept was vague.

I want too many things, do you still go looking for the prey that runs all over the ground?

No, I want the means of the gods. With that means, will the prey that run all over the ground be far away?

Han Xian always longed for Han Ning's means, because that was the starting point of his inner worship. Inside, I felt like I was getting closer to that thing. Han Xian couldn't imagine how difficult it would be, but what he could think of was that he should work harder. It seems that now everything is blurred, and only effort is clear.

His eyes regained his brilliance in a smile, and although it was still dark all around, the people who looked at him had an opinion, and it was also given a vivid color.

There is a warm red, far away. Han Xian could also taste his temperature, and the red firelight looked at the silent night, lighting up the way back for the returnees.

There are many people whose eyes are moistened, and what is hiding behind them is too terrible, and what rises in their minds can only be diluted by its ancestors.

The road is long, but those who walk will perceive his shortness. Once again, the familiar world embraced these lost people.

Han Xian looked at the dancing fire in the distance, and the arrogance in his heart cheered, and he had the feeling of being left behind again. I'm still alive, and I really feel alive this time.

I hope that it will be completely condensed in my heart, and those immortal methods will not be far away from me, just like those 'blood-red eyes', as long as I stretch out my hand, then it will definitely not have a reason to resist. At this moment, only the glory that has ever been there is worth showing off.

Fortunately, it's just a centripetal show off of the brain.

At this time, gentle and warm water is the most valuable. The people in the city thought they had been preparing for a long time.

Han Xian watched those things that didn't belong to him flow away, and those terrible memories did come flooding in, did he want to seize the white mist.

Someone was screaming wildly in it, and Han Xian understood what those shouting meant, and filled the fear in his heart. And those fears were also staged in Han Xian's heart, and that arrogance was already solid, how could it be that what was hidden in the corner of his brain could be shaken.

Han Xian calmed his brain, no matter how nostalgic he was for warmth, but there was also a time to leave.

The people in this place are thoughtful, they know Han Xian's difficulties, and they send this warmth to the best.

Han Xian put on new clothes, and he would not forget the glorious existence. They thought they had put him away and washed away his blood.

Now Han Xian will still be amazed by the cleverness of this method, his brain is lazy to think about it.

In Han Xian's eyes, the glory was still so shining, holding it by himself, the heaviness was still circling in his heart, and he should give him real glory.

I should remind those people of my existence, Brother Guan, have you forgotten yourself again?

Han Xian's mind has been decided, and he should go to the immortal method tomorrow. This is a place where only those will create enviable luck.

The night was not completely subdued, and the person he comforted was still asleep, Han Xian tiptoed into the tent, and the smell of wine in the dream told him how real the joy of others was.

Han Xian's wine worm made a noise in his heart, but it was only an empty call, and there would be no response. In this place, Han Xian's courage has not accumulated to the point where he is tired of it.

This quilt is so warm, at this time, those demons and monsters still want to make a final counterattack in vain, heavy eyelids to isolate everything. Even the vast white world that I can visit often is cut off. At this time, both the brain and the sublimated heart need to rest.

What Han Xian didn't know was that just as he turned into the camp, his bright eyes lit up in the dark night.

Wu Jitang woke up, maybe he hadn't slept at all, although he knew that Han Xian would not be in any danger when he went out this time, but the concern in his heart was always there.

Finally came back, Wu Jitang imagined what kind of pale face Han Xian would be, and had the urge to jump up and make fun of him, but the faint sound of solid footsteps made Wu Jitang hesitate. Is he really good?

This flashed through my mind, and there was more of a lack of joy in this tired person. At this time, Wu Jitang was also tired, and the alcohol made him sink into the sleep that he was supposed to come.

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The warm time is always short, and Han Xian, who is still in the embrace of darkness, is forcibly dragged into the light. His eyes opened tiredly, and the person in front of him was so hateful now.

"Angkor, what are you doing, let me sleep, I slept late last night. After saying that, he closed his eyes again, his mind had not yet melted, and he was too lazy to think about the distress of being disturbed.

Wu Jitang was happy, it was not his nature to stop there, he stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Han Xian's ears, but it was too late, Han Xian shrank his head into the quilt in advance as if he knew Wu Jitang's methods.

Han Xian would not care about the farce that happened in front of his bed, and the people in the tent were curious to see what kind of means Wu Jitang had.

And Wu Jitang has his own methods, how can these be easily known to irrelevant people.

The soon-to-be-ascended ruler still had his powers, and at his urging, everyone left his lair.

Wu Jitang looked at Han Xian, whose whole body was shrunk into the quilt, and shook his head.

Han Xian was also aware of the silence of the tent. Did Angkor let himself go, his brain affirmed his answer, and he could finally sleep well.

Wu Jitang sighed and said, "Are you still at home?" The disappointment in his tone was unconcealed.

Han Xian's heart was still, and the determination of the night slipped quietly in his sleep?

I couldn't hide under the covers, because there was no place to hide in this place.

Han Xian was very tired, and he really couldn't help but stand up energetically.

Wu Jitang watched Han Xian get up from the bed, and was very satisfied in his heart, but the cold arrogance on his face couldn't be put away for a while, and he looked at Han Xian, more like he was urging Han Xian's movements with his eyes.

Han Xian once again felt the other side of Wu Jitang, once he was strolling in the courtyard between the mountains, and once he was in the gentle barracks. I felt in my heart that there was not much difference between Wu Jitang and Guan Hanning.

The light outside will be even more dazzling, but the difference is that today's Han Xian will know the direction of today's efforts.

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