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Crystal skeleton, beating heart.

It's as it used to be.

This was his own past, was he at that time, like him, he was a bright red beating heart wrapped in a crystal skeleton, and in the eyes of his eyes, did he only see his own past?

Give back to the other in his way?

The calamity of the Heavenly Dao.

This is himself in calamity.

Every step needs to be cautious, every step may fall down or even die, want to live, at the moment you are alive, but what you can see is like witnessing your own death step by step, and what is even more sad is that this death is given by yourself, and it is arranged with a smile.

Shilly-shally.

In the hesitation, it was Han Xian who was gritting his teeth.

"Huh~~. ”

The teeth trembled until they were bitten, and the hand that grabbed the palm of the skeleton was still firm, why was this?

Of course, it's because I'm afraid.

Han Xian was very afraid of death, and Han Xian, who was afraid of death, was afraid that as soon as he let go, the bones in front of him would fall into the dust, scatter, and the blood would explode and his heart would turn into ashes.

That's death.

Fear that it is your own death, and being killed by others is a kind of sadness, and if it is your own hands that kill you, it is not just as simple as sorrow.

This should be understood as a kind of stupidity.

Dumbfounded.

Anyone thinks about their own intelligence, smart people are afraid that they will make mistakes, be careful is a micro-war, are you afraid, Han Xian is afraid to death.

But now.

It can be described as a dilemma.

In?

It's so easy to kill this body, let go of your hand, your palm breaks through the bone cavity, you are grabbing out the heart, you are crushing it, then he will die, it is a simple one go.

Can.

This death is indeed like my own empathy.

With the same face and the same body, Han Xian knew how to kill himself better than anyone else.

Return?

Where do you retreat?

Let this body see flesh and blood again, it seems that he doesn't have this ability, and more importantly, he is in the heavenly punishment of Ning Immortal at this moment.

If you don't enter, you die.

I don't know how to quit at all.

The Heavenly Dao above his head, it didn't leave a way for itself to exit at all.

As soon as they get here, every step they take, death follows with them, they are waiting for themselves to fall, they are waiting for themselves to retreat, they are waiting to bury themselves.

"Give them a chance?"

Stupid words.

The corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched, and he said, "Do I have a choice, even if it is I who kills myself, then Ling Chi's knife has been cleared here, and there is still a trace of flesh and skin in the throat to make the last breath, anyway, it is dead, since the day is here, this last knife will still fall." ”

'Fall?'

It's so simple.

It's so simple to say.

This simplicity is not only easy to say, but also effortless to do, that beating demon red heart, Han Xian can be said to be the last to take it.

Hand reach.

But people did not dare to bring it.

Hesitate.

In the hesitation, Han Xian didn't know how long he lingered, and as time passed minute by minute, the world where the sun never set finally ushered in a hint of gloom.

The light is dim yellow.

What is this?

This is the beginning of the old days.

This is the beginning of darkness.

This began when Han Xian Ning Immortal Road was coming to an end, starting from the Blood Casting Platform, he had been struggling in it for a long, long time, and he was in a dilemma at this moment.

Now, in the choice, time is passing by a minute, which is a urging, urging oneself to make a decision earlier.

Gritted his teeth, earnestly.

"Oh, die~~~. ”

Han Xian clenched a dead word in his mouth, and the palms that held the skeleton finally slowly loosened, this release is so scary, this is like taking care of a toddler's parents.

The heart is carefully cared for.

But in the midst of hesitation, Han Xian's hand still let go.

The skeleton in the name of Han Xian is standing well, not shaking a bit.

"Whew~~. ”

I breathed a long breath, but fortunately, my worries did not come true.

It's really tangled, my heart wants to destroy the skeleton in front of me, but I am really afraid that this bone will fall to pieces.

This bone name is 'Han Xian'. ’

In the entanglement, his eyes saw the color of struggle again, and in the midst of Han Xian's struggle, the aging darkness of this world became thicker and thicker, and it became a black shadow in all directions, and this approaching black shadow was devouring the light.

Soon.

This will soon be in Han Xian's hesitation, and it will quickly swallow up the remnants of life he has.

When it is interrupted, it will be disturbed.

Reason, I understand, but if I really want to raise my hand to kill myself, I really don't dare, and ask who dares, people want to live, and they don't dare to live, it is the darkness that is devouring a point, and this point is to approach the front of the body.

"Damn it!"

Sound into a calendar.

Han Xian, who roared, said, "If you don't make a decision, you should die." ’

His eyes were cold, and he fell into the skeleton, and the bright red heart was beating vigorously, this beating was the beginning of the heart turmoil, and it was this heart chaos that made Han Xian hesitate.

"Ah~~. ”

Abruptly, Han Xian roared in his mouth.

With his hands in his hands, he slammed his fist out to the skeleton in front of him, what is the goal?

The fist refers to the chest, and the chest bone is the last line of defense of the bright red heart, and Han Xian's face is hideous, close to one point, and it is the fist that is close to one point.

Non-stop.

I'm afraid I'll regret it, so I don't stop.

"Bang~~~. ”

The fist slammed into the sternum, and the fine lines suddenly rose on it, which is a proof that the bone is as hard as iron, it is Han Xian, it is similar to Han Xian.

Hear.

see

Feel the see.

What I saw was that my hideous face was white and painful, and in my body was my chest was punched, but I still didn't stop, and I didn't stop, and I dug out the pain on my body, and I was exerting force, and there was a faint light floating on my fist.

"Boom~~. ”

The bones are hard, but under the bombardment of their own fists, the hardness will also turn to ashes, and the chest bone is completely hollow under the fist, and the last line of defense of the heart gate will turn to ashes.

"Pound~. ”

Impotence!

"Pound~~. ”

Helpless!

"Pound~~~. ”

Ruthless.

Weakness and helplessness are the helplessness of the beating heart, and ruthlessness is Han Xian's ruthlessness, the hand that shattered the heart and clenched his fist did not stop, and did not stop from the moment he blasted open the sternum.

Fists into claws.

Don't hesitate to be so cold-blooded, in cold blood, the palm of the hand is like a devil, and it is grabbed on the beating heart, and its beating chisel sound is still there.

It's still the heart beating in the palm of your hand.

"Whew~~. ”

"Huhu~~. ”

It hurts, it's Han Xian, who is holding his heart, hurts, his breath is burning and short, it's like being choked by someone, wheezing, he wants to gasp.

But the darkness that was already looming in front of him didn't give him this chance.

"Ah~~. ”

The pain is so painful, Han Xian shouted in this extreme pain, and when the voice came out, it was to crush the hesitation in a short and extreme breath.

"Whew~~. ”

"Poof~~. ”

Bright red dripping blood.

The palm of his hand was forced, and he easily grasped the heart of the body in front of him in his hand in pain, and the bone, without the support of the heart, fell into the darkness like a soulless corpse.

"Bang~~. ”

It landed.

The sound of landing was shocking, and Han Xian's body trembled slightly.

But now is still not the time for liberation, what is in the palm of your hand?

It's the heart.

Same as your own.

This beating heart, in the palm of his hand, beats his own heart, he is strong, as strong as himself, even if he has left the body, the bones are still doing a powerful beat, he does not give up, is like himself does not give up any hope.

"We're the same. ”

It's like coming from the darkness.

The approach of darkness became a shroud of darkness, only a glimmer of light remained, and only a glimmer of light remained around his body, sadly, this glimmer of light was still illuminated by the weak, helpless heart beating in his hands.

"Hehe~~. ”

smiled, his face reflected in the red light, Han Xian was really powerless and smiled helplessly.

His face was a little sad: "Is this my own life, how can I dare to believe it, hey~~, can I die in my own hands, is it lucky?"

That sigh had answered all the questions.

This has nothing to do with luck, this is sad, this is the ridiculousness of sadness, and this ridicule is still laughing at yourself.

And Han Xian also laughed.

The road has come here, and I want to go back, and the people who have come here see that it is dark in front of them, and they want to turn back, but they have gone too far and cannot turn back in the dark.

Such as madness.

"Hehe~~. ”

The madness is gnashing his teeth.

"Giggle~~~. ”

As if awake, Han Xian's gaze fell on the bright red dripping heart in his hand It was the color of absolute soberness, seeing red, feeling red.

"Poof~~. ”

Palm firmness.

But in this feeling of seeing and empathizing, the red seen was instantly magnified, making a surging color, and the beating heart in his hand was directly pinched and exploded by Han Xian.

People who can't turn back make false sobriety in the madness of gnashing their teeth, cutting off all the back roads, and the explosion of the heart is more like killing their own way of life.

The eyes are in the black, and the body is in the black.

Can.

"Dead?"

Man asked in the dark.

When his heart was snuffed out, Han Xian completely fell into the darkness.

But in this darkness, I will still be alive and well, and I can still ask questions again in this life, and no one will answer this question when I fall into the darkness.

It doesn't take a human answer.

"Haha~~~. ”

Laughter meets rampant echoes.

Aren't that enough?

These are enough, and hearing the echo is to prove that you are still alive, and to live is hope, and this hope is to say that your choice was not wrong.

"Whew. ”

Tremor slightly.

Suddenly, in Han Xian's laughter, he broke in bluntly at the slightest change.

"Hiss~~. ”

If you cut the air, your eyes hurriedly look and look, and what you see is a light coming down from the sky to fall on yourself, which is a bit of bright color.

This is Bracket Jing.

This bracket is truly familiar.

It's really from your own world.

Just as the light fell, Han Xian's gaze couldn't help but fall on his palm, which was the place where the heart was broken, and now there was the field of blood.

The color of this stream of blood is like the trickle of a stream into a great river, and in the blink of an eye, this great river of waves gathers into the sea.

Is all this fake?

Is the heart that once burst by itself really a trick set up by the Heavenly Dao?

Fever in the bloodstream.

In this heat, Han Xian really felt the sincerity of blood fever, this blood is his own, and the enthusiasm is his own belief.

The wind penetrates through the former self.

The fire burns the former self.

Thunder bombarded one's former self.

The snow condenses what you once was.

The heart is broken, it is the current self that shatters everything in the past, that is the mortal body, and the one who was once cut off is the self today.

Only when it is broken can it stand.

Mixed feelings, breaking death into life, in which the sound of mixed feelings is heard.

"Hehe, you actually succeeded. ”