The greatest use of rain is to blur the vision. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I want to close my eyes, but the unruliness of my eyes is not something that my heart can control, but I really don't want to know, I pray for the mercy of the heavens and let the rain fall bigger.

Sure enough, the sky still took pity on Han Xian, and in the layers of dark nights, the rainstorm became more violent.

If Han Xian's head could feel it, then he would definitely feel if the heavens wanted to smash this arrogant head into the soil and press it into the water, so that the lonely soul could be freed.

But the neck is as tenacious as the eyes, even if Changtian is angry, it is useless, and the howling rain cannot knock this man down.

And the rain also maintained this man, if it weren't for it, then Han Xianyou would be undisguised and lonely in this land of chaotic souls, weeping in this land of frozen bones.

And is this land of chaotic souls really Han Xian alone?

Maybe yes, because the darkness in the eyes can't see everything, it is more likely that the eyes are completely fixed on the sad and indignant picture, whether there are people around who are demented and babbling, can't feel it, and how to take care of it, saying that Han Xian himself is completely numb.

Han Xian had to thank him for his numbness, if it wasn't for the numbness of his neck, would his head still be raised high?

I've long since choked to death in the mud covered in blood.

If it weren't for the numbness of the eyes, would the heart still be able to accept the powerlessness of sadness over and over again?

If he knew this, would the sober Han Xian remember to thank the numb arrangement, and smiled, the favor of the long heavens made this person not die easily.

Did the person who was crawling in the blood water once again cut off this world, obviously that godless eyes could not connect with this desolate world, so did this world abandon Han Xian again?

Hey, who called Han Xian is an existence that Changtian teases at will.

Rolling stratus clouds are brewing again, is it that Zhong Yuan saw that there were still people on the ground panting?

Don't laugh, can that arrogant Zhong Yuan find the ridiculousness among the ants on the ground?

It can't be ruled out that he may have noticed it, but so what, what qualifications does such a person have for him to spend a great deal of mental energy to conceive and cultivate supernatural powers, so that he will die with one blow?

Don't hit it, maybe a look, a thought, just need the transmission of air, then maybe Han Xian, who has a lot of stories, will understand his life in advance.

And now the person who is floating in the rolling thunder will have such thoughts, unfortunately not, the night created by the vast black clouds, those eyes are like the light from eternity.

The flickering light added a layer of mystery to this already proud man.

It's time for Han Xian to wake up. Because the rolling thunder didn't want him to stay in the loneliness for too long, the black cloud was finally finished, and the flickering electric snake was also afraid of the existence that floated in mid-air?

The body could finally sense the coldness of the blood, but the man was powerless, destined to be unable to get rid of the coldness, and this man finally overcame the unyielding eyes at this time, but now he really didn't want to close his eyes.

Han Xian is still open like that, is there too much magic in the sky?

Maybe yes, the cruising lightning made Han Xian confirm that those things that seemed to only happen in a dream were real, and his front, which he wanted to charge in front of him just now, had now become a flesh and blood purgatory, and Han Xian didn't dare to look at it.

But do you still need to watch?

The eyes are unyielding until now, and those pictures have long been deep in my heart with thunder and lightning. What happened was all too clear.

Those who used to be extremely envious, the harvest of envy has become a permanent memory, and what is even more sad is that the god in their hearts and the mountains in their hearts have completely become ashes.

Is there still a fluke?

Hehe, I really want to have a miracle, but the eyes don't deceive themselves, those two dazzling and abnormal lightning strikes the unconscious stubborn stones.

I really wanted to think so, but I told Han Xian in my heart that the person who was wrapped in hideous armor was the handsome Wu Jitang, and the generous Guan Hanning who was as generous as the mountain.

Why can't I believe in God's power as always this time, I can't understand, I only know that my heart has completely fallen into the blood of my eyes, and those pictures are clear.

Can the cold rain and the soft blood give Han Xian a clear brain?

It's a pity that he can't, but the sad thing is that although Han Xianyi is aware of the seemingly great existence in the sky, how can he regard the huge electric snake and the ice rain in the sky as human abilities, even if he is a god, he shouldn't be able to do this. Just like the gods in his heart, Han Ning and Wu Jitang can't do this. All these black hands in his heart should be the long heaven who shows off his might, and Han Xian hates him.

How can Han Xian not hate, Changtian, are you also disgusted with our relentless pursuit and slaughter?

But this is war, why are you so cold and ruthless, everyone, everyone in your eyes, those who hold Kaige high and the spears are shaking, they are pierced by the rain arrows, everyone is so powerless, Kaige is still put away, the head is pierced by the rain, and the spear is obliquely inserted into the blood all over the ground before it pierces the green underworld.

His eyes looked weakly, the thunder and lightning sounded again, and Han Xian's gaze was withdrawn from that great man's body, whether those Han Feng who were inserted in the soil were also telling Changtian about unfairness, why there was such a punishment, such a killing continued every day, and why would it only punish us.

If his strength was restored, Han Xian, who was still alive, would definitely pull his throat and ask why Changtian was so unfair, what kind of crime the Wuxiang soldiers committed and needed to accept such a punishment, but there was nothing he could do at the moment, because his voice did not take back his instinct. You can only let the heart worry about it alone.

......

I don't know when, the man who used to be so clever once again stood at the head of the dry distance from the city, did he remember that he was the commander of this expedition again, did he forget that he was chased by others like a lost dog rolling back, and forgot that there was still his arm in the center of the battlefield to retrieve it?

It seems that yes, if you remember these, how can he, the general of the defeated army, have the face to squeeze in front of everyone, and how can he have the face to comment without scruples: "Haha, the general is really powerful, I can follow the general in my life, it is a blessing for several lifetimes, this time it can be described as a big victory, and the enemy army will be annihilated at a very small cost, haha." ”

After speaking, he swept his eyes, how could everyone pay attention to this crazy man who didn't care about his face. Maybe it's because he knows that it's the effect, and he doesn't care about continuing to point fingers and brag.

Is this person still pitiful?

And after the multitude, by the base of the wall. Hiding a person who really cherishes his face, Wu Jitang's visor was not put away because he returned to Ganyuan City, but was still covered like that. The designers of the visor really have their own unique features.

This person is a real loser, and he knows exactly how he failed. His own defeat, the victory of others, and Sang Honggu's victory have nothing to do with himself.

......

Han Xian was scared, afraid that his eyes wandered among those cold fronts, and his eyes were raised upward, why was that person still there, was he also complaining about Changtian's injustice to Wuxiang, why, Han Xian's eyes would flow into a little relieved, did he find someone who was sympathetic?

Hehe, I hope this person will always be young.

Zhong Yuan waited for a long time, and the arrogance in his heart became even more vigorous, Dengfeng is Dengfeng, didn't he even have the courage to fight?

Your people have been slaughtered like this, and you, the general, will not move at all, his eyes drift into the clouds, looking at the cruising lightning and smiling, can that smile be regretful. Yes, Zhong Yuan complained a little bit about his decisiveness, if he wasn't so anxious, instead of killing everyone in an instant, but slowly tortured, maybe the cowardly person would rush out. The smile on his face was even worse.

What are you laughing at, are you admiring the cleverness of your thoughts, or are you laughing at your own kindness, at this moment you must have said in your heart: "Fortunately, I am grateful for my foresight, otherwise there is really no way to let the mouse come out on its own." ”

The object of Han Xian's worship moved, the existence of the lightning was so majestic, Zhong Yuan's right hand was raised slightly, Han Xian was surprised, because thunder and lightning appeared in the palm of his hand out of thin air, is this a god?

And the person below who has just ascended the altar is about to let this young man understand this explicit world, and the electric light in Zhong Yuan's hand is not a thing.

With a flick of his right hand, the electric light split in two in the air, and Han Xian's gaze fell to the ground along with the electric light, which was not the end of the miracle, and his gaze was raised again.

If Han Xian could speak, he would definitely ask, "What is that?" ”

The answer wasn't far off, and soon he should know what it was.

The one who makes the powerless even more powerless, the one who makes the sad even more sad, the former god is dragged by the electric light and slowly rises.

Is Han Xian still watching?

Yes, his eyes are not closed, can he still be young at this moment, maybe it's time to grow up, those sad pictures disappeared in an instant, and only one sentence echoed in his heart: "What does he want to do, what does he want to do?"

The blood was frozen, only his eyes were still alive, Han Xian wanted to ask, he really wanted to ask, couldn't his throat finally do his duty?

It was time for him to wake up, blood was cold and blood gurgling out of his mouth, coughing, choking, and whispering, "What do you want to do." ”

Did anyone hear that?

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