Han Xian's eyes widened, was the moment when the flesh and blood broke really worth remembering?

If not, then why do the eyes care so much, is it the heart that cares?

There was no other explanation, and the heartbeat that was about to be extinguished became feverish again, but perhaps it had lingered in the icy blood for too long, and the person who was deeply bound by the cold had revolted?

Probably, when the thunder light dissipated, the wind told Han Xian everything he had detected, and the wise brain clearly deduced everything, such a strong wind, such a thick earth, and there were still guns and shadows on the earth. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info Doesn't he have hope for his gods?

That's a god, can stand in the wind, has such a thought ever appeared in Han Xian's mind?

Maybe it did, but the strange and tenacious wind easily overturned everything, and the gods had already fallen off the altar at this time, and the guns on the earth would be a good home.

The heart of resistance had given Han Xian strength at this time, and the corners of his big eyes were flowing with red blood again, was it the temperature brought by the red blood?

The person who was firmly imprisoned by blood and water actually stood up, and how Han Xian stood up, no one knows, because those who were still conscious were concerned about the bloody martial artist.

In such an environment, in the environment where lightning and thunder slammed the harmonious starlight, the trembling figure was also so tall, if you choose a good angle, Han Xian's back must be much more majestic than the two shining people in the sky, but this great person is destined to be sad.

Because his standing up could not change the result, Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang, who were eager to rush into the arms of Mother Earth, seemed to be unaware of the thorns all over the ground, and the momentum did not slow down by half a minute, but seemed to be a little impatient, and the momentum of the dive was even more rapid.

For these, what can the great figure that stood up? He wanted to make a final effort, and what greeted him was destined to be the merciless mockery of fate, the trembling figure raised the same trembling legs, did Han Xian want to step forward?

What are you thinking, instinctively want to run to the place where God came, split all the thorns, and then let God land with dignity, or is it impatient to see every moment clearly, and don't want to give up any sorrow.

The end of everything will be a merciless mockery, fate has already arranged everything for Han Xian, but with that trembling leg raised, his fate will be written.

Can Han Xian know that his other leg is not tenacious?

He must not know, otherwise he would not have brought shame on himself, in the same way, the leg that was still pestled in blood and water had long been shivered by the bloody cold, and how could he still support this great skin with the only thing he had, and he staggered and collapsed without holding out until his brother's help.

Is a bloody trip a laugh of fate?

How can the blood of resistance still find its temperature in the cold blood, and the familiar heartbeat is once again drifting away from itself.

Han Xian was unwilling and couldn't bear to give up, and all the unwillingness at the moment was reflected in the maverick of his eyes. The eyes that were once clear were already covered with blood at this time, and this extremely tired guy was still nostalgic. That god really should be paying attention, and that eye is still looking for a hint of luck.

Will he succeed?

The whirring Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang could see Han Xian's exhaustion, the isolated eyes, and the cheeks decorated with a little smile were undoubtedly not declaring their desire for the closeness of the earth, maybe they had enough of this hell a long time ago.

Han Xian's powerlessness, Han Xian's grief and indignation were cold. And some people are happy to see such things happen.

That Zhong Yuan really cared about whether his gift was really liked by his old friend, otherwise those sparkling eyes would not care so much about every inch of pores on Shi Mo's face.

Shi Mo's face, the face touched by the starlight at all times, every inch of pores reflected harmony, and the solemn smile was transmitted to Zhong Yuan. Do you like this gift very much, do you blame Zhong Yuan for not delivering it to him personally.

Can he Zhong Yuan read these, maybe there is, because the smile on his face seems to be modest, and it seems to be apologizing for his recklessness.

What are they waiting for, waiting for the sound of the sky-looking cold front piercing through the flesh?

The ears that stood tall were an affirmative answer.

The thunder group behind Zhong Yuan was not idle, maybe the quiet reef was too firm, and it needed to be re-established to break it, the long thunder light was converging, and the thunder group behind Zhong Yuan was condensed, and those electric lights cruising outside were still condensing to the thunder group, if Han Xian could raise his head to watch, he would definitely exclaim, because the thunder group was like the sun exuding dazzling light.

That Zhong Yuan was as small as an ant in front of the thunder group, but the ants that radiated light made the thunder light that could extinguish all life dare not cross the line by half a step, and it was so impatient that it rose above the ant's head.

At this time, of course, the ant is watching the other ant.

Everything that happened in front of him, how could Shi Mo not know that the thunder mass as dazzling as the sun would make people who had been bathing in the starlight for a long time feel afraid?

Maybe Zhong Yuan thinks so, all the smiling faces are pretended, can this judgment be based on Shi Mo's pale face with a light smile.

The pale face needs to be retouched, and the corners of the mouth that slowly rise up are just right to decorate this, and the dazzling starlight on the top of Shi Mo's head is even brighter, and every star seems to be about to fall off automatically.

No, one of them couldn't bear the loneliness, and naughtily broke free from the shackles of the long night, stumbling to the ground like a floating leaf.

Shi Mo, who was facing away, knew everything that happened in the starry sky, maybe the star was too small, so he didn't need to care too much.

But it was facing Zhong Yuanke and found the brilliance of the meteor again, maybe not, because his eyes completely stayed on the pores on Shi Mo's face, and at this time, the smile that rose from the corner of his eyes found the strangeness on Shi Mo's face.

Han Xian was distracted, why didn't those eyes stare at everything of God, but were attracted by the naughty star, those bloodshot eyes greeted the star, and the gaze seemed to be his own, but Han Xian in the pool of blood couldn't do this, and could only let the star fall into the blood water naughtily.

Han Xian's thoughts are pathetic, that is often the point of mockery, the fluttering star slipped and slid to surpass the arrival of God, is it more anxious than Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang to rush into the arms of Mother Earth?

Han first understood it this way, Naxing was still so naughty, so disdainful of the cold spears roaring in the sky on the ground, as if he hadn't found them, the fluttering posture was still so joyful, as for the blood stains all over the ground, as if they were sure that they could not infect their holiness, the joy was still there.

The star surpassed Han Xian's god, and the naughty figure firmly attracted Han Xian's gaze, watching the star flutter into the gun forest, maybe the star was too quiet, and even those chaotic spirits who were howling in the gun forest stopped shouting, probably for fear of disturbing the joyful existence.

The star was really like an autumn leaf, floating into the water, the tranquil leaf brought ripples, and the star leaf sank into the water and disappeared, as if all this happened in Han Xian's dream.

The star was gone, and the bloodshot eyes remembered what had been forgotten, and the skin came into view without much lifting the eyes.

The cold heart felt present again, because at this moment, it was as if someone had forcibly grabbed it, and the heart had been extracted to the throat.

Is Han Xian still expecting?

Don't dare, if you're thinking about that star, maybe Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang will also be like that star, floating in the forest and hugging the kind Mother Earth.

Laughed, the dense forest of guns could give Guan Hanning room for them to wander, obviously Han Xian was dying and struggling, did his eyes close?

In the end, Han Xian still couldn't accept the moment when the god fell into the dust, no matter how unwilling his eyes were, it had to be suppressed. The blood and tears mixed in the corners of the eyes can be anger at the heart?

No matter how angry you are, no matter how critical you are, you have to surrender to the humility of your heart no matter how unruly your eyes are.

Have you fallen into the white world again?

Is there any other explanation, with the white eyes full of white where it is, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he sighed in his heart: "The real time you came." ”

Is it necessary to close these eyes, which are white when they are closed, and white when they are opened?

It is only in that white place that the heart will completely forget the humility, whether Han Xian thinks that he has the white as his own, maybe he thinks that he is alone and can have nothing to worry about.

The eyes were opened, and the shock and surprise immediately climbed into the eyes, when, is there anyone else in this world?

It's still those bloodshot eyes, who is the figure floating in mid-air, why is it so familiar, and whether the captured heart is still beating.

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