Because I am tired, I need comfort. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

And for Han Xian, who is in a very good mood, the best comfort is, of course, the darkness, he likes to sink into it, he can be worry-free, and he can be thoughtless.

Wu Jitang wanted to disturb, but Han Xian's serene smile in his sleep discouraged this person.

But not everyone can take care of Han Xian's feelings, some things can only be described as brazen, and now Han Xian is a little afraid of the approach of that thing when he sleeps.

Because I'm really tired, are you here to make me more tired?

I can't think of any other reason, even if he is afraid, Han Xian can't hide, because he can't help sleeping. In the end, I had no choice but to hope again and again that the white world could kick itself out as soon as possible.

If the world hidden in the dream had insight into Han Xian's thoughts, he would have been very angry, don't forget, I saved your life before.

Han Xian's face was full of smiles, and the world of confusion must have felt that he was too happy, and he needed to make Han Xian soberly aware of the environment he was in.

Pulled into the world of confusion, there is no slightest accident, with your mouth open, haggling, and blurry eyes, I really don't want to see you.

But when the breath was exhaled and the eyes were no longer blurred, the mouth forgot to close.

What's wrong with the world, how is it ruined like this, why are you still able to arrest me like this, Han Xian is gloating.

Maybe a little, but it must not be that simple in that surprised expression.

Where did this Bai, which he called 'Lost World', start, and he deeply remembered that in the underground, in that haunting cloud mountain.

Is it a coincidence that I met him?

How Han Xian knew, how he came here is as unknown as how I was captured by him.

What's wrong with the lost world, what about those stirring white fogs, Han Xian must have forgotten something, his mouth slowly closed, and his memory can be regarded as awakening.

Last time, it seemed that there was a little black on the white curtain, and I used to cheer for that kind of discovery, but this is still a starspot dotted with the white sky, how miserable the white is, originally a whole, swallowed by black piece by piece, as if black spots arose on the once white and flawless face.

Han Xian's eyes widened again, why did his heartbeat suddenly break in, and with the heartbeat was panic, he felt like he had never felt before, in this world in the past, it was so quiet, but now why is this black-polluted white like this, he once wished to go to the end of that white, but now in such a tragic situation, how dare that foot move for half a minute, afraid that taking a step will be a bone-eroding abyss.

Lonely people stand in the dead and silent world and watch out for their relatives.

"Hey. Han Xian sighed, brother, it seems that we are sympathetic to each other, you are ruined like this, and I, the origin is broken.

And the pessimism of the sigh did not last long, and the smile quietly crept up his cheeks: "Brother, in fact, I am much better than you, my star map origin has been condensed by me again, although it is only a little bit now, but as long as I work hard, I will definitely be able to restore him to his previous appearance." ”

Han Xian's smile was still sarcastic when he saw the verdant Dao Ye in the future and the brilliant appearance in his heart. How can that flirtatious smile express the future.

Although the world is domineering, the domineering cannot do anything to resist.

Han Xian's self-muttering did not stop because of sarcasm: "I said brother, you know what method you can use to complete that black." "This man still cares.

Alone here, ask yourself?

No one answered yes, and their eyes drifted to the dead silence but they were thinking of a good solution.

After all, this is a gift from Yunshan, a partner with the smell of Yunshan, and a brother who walked out of Yunshan with him, how can he not think about it sincerely.

But sincerity is useless, in the dream world, what can Han Xian, a lame miracle doctor, do, the only thing he can do is to sympathize with the sorrow.

"What will happen if we go back to Yunshan? Han Xian was telling himself that he still thought of a way out for the lost world, maybe everything would be fine when he returned to the place where he was born.

Black will be swallowed up by white again, and this is still the world that stirs up the fog of madness.

Han Xian wanted to go home, so distracted, that gaze drifting into the distance, but seeing the sinking sunset on the edge of Yunshan, the cooking smoke floated again, and the fragrance of tears churned in his mind.

Han Xian was still secretly hurting himself, and Bai Yi decided not to keep it anymore, this person was going to be kicked away again, but this time it was much gentle, his eyes were slowly blurring, and everything was going backwards.

In the darkness, the eyes were open. The hand is tight, and it's still there.

His eyes were quietly closed again, and as for Wu Jitang, who was sitting on the side, he was ignored by Han Xian, because he would not run away by himself, as long as he was sure that the spear was still in his hand, then everything could have his own good dreams with peace of mind.

Wu Jitang was asleep, closing his eyes did not mean that this person completely covered his senses, Han Xian's small movements of grasping the spear fell into Wu Jitang's mind very clearly.

If you don't consider cultivating for anything else, Han Xian must be a qualified phaseless soldier, because this boy will not abandon his spear in reality or in his dreams.

Only such a person will not abandon his brother selfishly on the battlefield. I longed for such a person, but now Han Xian is too easy to die.

It's all for his good, and you've thought so, why can't you sleep peacefully.

Does this long night really need Wu Jitang's tireless protection?

Even if the person who ascends the wind is asleep, as long as there is a little killing opportunity approaching, he will definitely wake up, and the person who does not miss the slightest killing opportunity will care about those who are insignificant?

The main thing is that this person's mind is full of ideas, and although he decides, there are still some disturbances that continue to invade his faith.

It's a chore, sigh in my heart.

Wu Jitang's sigh must not be a complaint about the task, the thoughts that often drifted to Han Xian at that time and the disturbances in his mind must be a kind of fear.

Wu Jitang smiled, he had seen so many blurred flesh and blood, and he was often cruising on the verge of death, but he was afraid of how to get rid of Han Xian.

What you should say, that person will accept it calmly. With a smile on his face, and a warm tone, did he let Han Xian leave Wuxiang by himself?

It's really tiring like this, and he, Wu Jitang, is not good at tactfulness, has he ever talked about his feelings?

What a great happiness it is to be able to leave alive, how many people want to leave Shangwu alive, but how many people can do it, if it weren't for the 'Soul Purifying Liquid', the place that was a little bigger would have been buried by the bones a long time ago.

Even so, when the green flame rises, who is not cold, those once smiling faces hide in the green light and peek timidly.

No one wants to stay in front of such a green light, because they don't want to admit that the most important body of their former friend has been ruthlessly burned.

Although I kept telling myself in my heart that they had just left Kamigo and gone to a distant place. But the simple deception is just to comfort the soul, and I don't understand how to die.

And now what an enviable thing I am doing, Han Xian, you should thank me.

Han Xian smiled, but he smiled for himself to sink back into a comfortable sleep, the person in the dream must have sworn that I would get up early, I would welcome the newborn sun.

Because of his chaotic brain, Wu Jitang's night was extraordinarily long, but because of the intimacy of dreams, Han Xian's night passed unusually quickly.

Han Xian still has some perseverance, and his brain can still remember the hard work he has shouted.

When the belly of the fish rose in the sky, his eyes opened, and he turned over and sat up to shake off the stubbornness on his body, and shouted, and the bird flew up in surprise by the young man, and the cry must have blamed this man for his recklessness.

The spear was held by Han Pestle, and after glancing at Wu Jitang, he found that he had also opened his eyes, and hurriedly said: "Brother Ang, do you still have anything to eat, I'm starving." ”

The corners of Wu Jitang's mouth twitched, and his eyes quietly closed again, obviously this person couldn't pay attention to it now.

Han Xian snorted lightly in his heart: "It's installed early in the morning, forget it, don't worry about you, let's wait for the sun to come out and eat." "I chose a place and stood still.

Standing still does not mean calm, how can the heart not be apprehensive, because I tried hard yesterday morning, but the result was to make myself sigh.

Although he realized the existence of the origin yesterday, can he really not worry about him being able to exert all the magic of the past?

Obviously, Han Xian didn't have such a state of mind, although his eyes were closed, but the anxiety could indeed be presented through his eyelids, and on the other hand, Wu Jitang's handsome face was like an unfathomable cold pond, and he couldn't detect any feelings from it.

The current two people just changed from last night's Han Xian, who was awake last night, was anxious and asleep, and when Han Xian woke up, his heart that had been irritable all night was actually calm, on the other hand, Han Xian, it seems that he has not rested enough, and the sun has not risen yet, and his face is flushed.

His eyes often looked at the sky, but when the light was red, Han Xian's eyes were completely closed, and this time he didn't dare to open them and peek, his mind was completely immersed in that little bit of light.

Hope, hope.

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