Are dear people still happy?

After all, I am heroic!

The warrior of the sun stretched Han Xian's shadow long, and the shadow was printed on the ground, dragged forward a little by his master. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is loneliness in the dark contagious?

Han Xian, who was about to overflow his cheeks with a smile, was that face bleak after the smile broke the embankment?

The lost person didn't care whether the shadow on the ground liked the scorching sun, his footsteps lifted slightly, and slowly fell, at this moment, Han Xian was like an old man, but also a lonely old man.

His eyes were a little cloudy, drifting into the dark dense forest in the distance.

Why is Han Xian, who is in the sun, so lonely, is it the hatred that the love in his heart was thrown into the dark corner by his own hot head?

That's an explanation!

After all, the current Han Xian is not very wealthy, and the spear can be said to be his only preciousness, and the former Han Xian was as dilapidated as losing his backbone because of losing him.

And now that Han Feng didn't go far, he was still standing quietly in that place, and the lonely Qin Murong Ruo didn't pick him up.

The sunshine is beautiful, at least it made Han Xian wake up, but Han Xian, who woke up, did not think that abandoning his favorite was an uprising that betrayed him with hands and feet, but also a brain and a heart's thoughts.

That was Han Xian's will.

Saying that he doesn't regret it is too far-fetched for that expression at the moment, but he hasn't regretted it enough to rush into that corner and brazenly take him back to that point.

After all, Han Xian's gun was not given for nothing, at least the girl's name should be returned.

Qin Mu Rongruo must be a very beautiful name in Han Xian's heart, and how can Han Xian understand the beauty in it, his heart, his mind, has already been infected by the sadness that Qin Mu Rongruo carried.

If Qin Murong is a lonely person, how can Han Xian not.

The place where he stood, the place he looked at was not familiar to him, and he did not have the courage to conquer them, and the darkness of the dense forest in the distant place seemed to hide an extremely cold devil in his eyes.

His gaze was deeply enveloped by him, unable to blink, and his head did not have the courage to turn.

The extremely cold devil followed Han Xian's gaze, squeezed into the sunlight and rushed towards Han Xian's heart.

The gorgeous Dao leaf was still gorgeous, but what was once regarded as glory really couldn't give the current Han Xian a little warmth, allowing that majestic body to tremble under the sunlight.

It turns out that loneliness is contagious.

Although Han Xian squeezed out the dark corner, but in the sun, his body and heart were not easy, and the sense of sadness rushed to his cheeks again and again from his heart.

There was no trace of blood on his pale face, and even the scorching sun could not give Han Xian warmth and courage, and a pale smile appeared on his bleak face.

He was the only one who laughed.

His gaze finally took his eyes off the extremely cold devil and fell to the ground, lingering among the grass, the green he saw was powerful, and the warm smile flashed again.

In my mind, that distant place appeared again, in the field under the hot sun, how hard the shirtless boy was, the grass was cut off one by one, and the tense face was already the broken thoughts in the mouth must be muttering about the mother's eccentricity, and the waving hoe had been nostalgic for the eager life of the underground grass.

How did people take care of it in the past, but now people are also standing under the fiery sun, looking at the green grass and losing their minds.

Han Xian, who lost his mind, must have forgotten the existence of the sun, just as he didn't remember the sweat flowing on his face, but the grass on the ground couldn't forget the dazzling sun in the sky.

And for the new and tender grass at this moment, the sun in the sky is not only dazzling, it should be described as vicious, the tender green body embellishes the smile on Han Xian's face, but Han Xian's smiling face can't block the sun for the arrogant grass.

How long did he wait, how long did Han Xian look stupidly, and how long did the sun scorch.

The smiling face had disappeared, replaced by a loss, that loss was as if it was deep-rooted, and the eyes that had made Han Xian find the earthy fragrant grass lowered its head little by little under the obscene power of the sun.

The stupid seven-foot man still forgot the viciousness of shielding the grass from the sun.

The delicate leaves are wilting little by little, and Han Xian is really heartfelt, and he is even more fortunate to have the heart and luck to watch the sun scorching the grass.

Maybe it was a long time, but Han Xian, who lost his mind, must have felt that it was only a moment, because by the time his eyes remembered to blink, the grass was already lying on the ground completely wilted.

A bleak smile crept up his cheek again, 'He's dead!'

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and my eyes were once again cast into the distant darkness, the devil lurking in the deep dense forest was very magical, and it had completely captured Han Xian's lost soul.

At this moment, how can Han Xian still stand in the scorching sun.

An untouched body. Cold sweat hung on the pale face, and the face of the soul trapped in the depths of the jungle hung the dew that had been silent for a long time.

Raising his head slightly, he saw the dense branches and dense leaves, and his feet had fallen into the stench of corruption, and the thin Han Xian had no strength or courage to pull his feet out.

The body is falling little by little, in fact, this loss of courage is that Han Xian doesn't know where the raised foot will fall, the only pure land in his mind, hasn't that direction always been clear and thorough?

But why was it originally clear and thorough, but now what my eyes see is a blur behind the dense forest, so blurred that even breathing is very rapid.

Isn't the origin of the star map that shines in his heart already lit up Han Xian's hope, isn't he very eager to fight with Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang, but why can't he be the way forward?

They are still there, and the origin of the star map that shines in their hearts is still there.

Han was first afraid, afraid that one day his body would be broken into wreckage and dragged by others, picking up piles of mountains, and even more afraid that the green flames would scorch his body and scorch his soul.

The eyes of the soul saw through the dense forest the mountain of pushing corpses, and Han Xian's mutilated body was placed at the highest place, and in the pupils of the soul, in the whites of the eyes of the body, green flames were rising.

And what they saw was no longer a flame, but more like a demon sacrifice, waving their thick arms to stuff those wandering souls into their mouths, and ingesting them with their physical bodies.

In the dream, Han Xian wanted to return to that clean place, and his body was like this. The soul is even more so, which makes Han Xian not be timid and cherish his life.

The loneliness from the darkness alone made Han Xian's direction blurred and his courage lost.

Can that pure place really be said to be clear?

Do you really have the courage to fight side by side with your brothers?

Han Xian didn't know, at least Han Xian, whose soul was corrupted and his body was cold, didn't know.

The body standing in the scorching sun, the fine sweat on the cheeks stained with white frost, and the breathing gradually stopped, as if the man was really dead.

And the soul is even more unbearable, the corruption has not reached the chest, but the godless eyes only know the obsession, and the body only trembles, and there is no struggle.

It's really sad, the body that is scorched in the sun, even if it moves its fingers, it will not freeze the blood and qi of the whole body, and even more so the soul that has fallen into the corruption in the heart, as long as there is a slight struggle in that eye, it can lead Han Xian to find a new direction and find courage.

Undoubtedly, the seeds of loneliness have taken root in the heart, and have choked the throat and the heart.

That 'demon' must have been wronged, and he tried his best to kick Han Xian back from Huangquan Road, but he really fell into the demons in his heart.

And the current 'demon' can't do anything, because he is already weak and has fallen into a deep sleep, how can he still have the ability to wake up Han Xian.

If the 'demon' really still had a trace of sober strength, it would definitely not be used to wake up Han Xian, such a picture of mud not supporting the wall would only make the roots of his hated teeth itch and scold himself for being blind.

Han Xian, who is as arrogant as a 'demon' and can bump into ghosts in the face of ghosts in the daylight, will definitely choose to watch coldly, even if he has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years.

Whoever started the trouble should end it.

Han Xian's seed of loneliness came from that dark corner, and even more from the person who gave the dark corner coldness, and she knew the strangeness of the person who left traces in the lonely corner of her heart.

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