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The hum in Han Xian's mouth was the coldness in his heart.

No matter who it is, you must not like the feeling of being teased, not to mention that this is still ridiculed over and over again, even if it is a clay man, it has three points of earthiness.

What's more, no matter whether what he said at the time was an unintentional and casual lie, but now he has gone into the mountains with him.

So no matter what, as long as he is alive, he must not be allowed to die.

He came with himself, and that was a promise, to himself, to him, and to Grandpa Jutian of the Fish Clan.

He must be brought home.

His eyes were like electricity, and he was locked in the clouds and fell to find him, and the white expanse under the cliff was like a greedy beast, devouring him and devouring himself.

"Hmph~~. ”

I was snorting coldly in my heart, and I was afraid of this fall.

As long as you don't want to die, with your own Dao cultivation of the Eight Realms of the Wind and the Wind, you can easily stand up to the clouds, but the search is different.

When he leaped off the cliff, he was undoubtedly determined to die.

Although he couldn't figure out why, he was sure that the person who was now rushing to the depths of the clouds and mist did not have the slightest trace of the Tao on his body.

Ming is looking for death.

Plunging into the depths of the clouds and mist, that is, seeking that the earth behind the clouds and mist can carry itself with its virtue.

When the blood returns to the mud and the bones return to the earth, his promise will be empty, and he will not be able to go back if he is really there, and of course he will be reluctant to do this.

"Want to die?"

Han Xian, whose face was gloomy, was saying, "Then I won't answer the question." ’

"Sunfront. ”

Gloomy and gloomy, Han opened his mouth lightly.

"Uh~~. ”

Sunfront?

Nippon....?

This is the heart pumping wildly, and the mouth roars again: 'Rifeng. ’

Suddenly, the clouds and mist surged, and Han Xian's surroundings were empty in an instant, but this was a hoarse roar, this was not the divine power of the Dao, this was not the words of the law, and the sun was surging.

"Whew~~. ”

In his eyes, in Han Xian's roar, the back of the search disappeared completely.

"Damn. ”

Loud scolding, when it is a kind of annoyance, but it is really not the time to be angry at this moment, Rifeng Dao is actually dormant, is it a shortage of Dao power?

No.

Han Xian's soul was seeing, and he could see the Dao trees swaying happily in the wind, and they were waiting for his dispatch.

But.

I roared and hissed, but the Tao was still dormant and unmoved, what is this?

What else could it be?

Of course, this is a ghost in this ghost place, the Star Map Dao Tree is a part of itself, there can be no nonsense of rebellion, and their dormancy can only be understood as 'Qi' This place is playing tricks on itself.

Is this analysis correct?

It's true that the analysis is just right.

And now, the thoroughness of the problem is not the perfect solution to the problem, at this moment in the clouds and mist of his own footsteps, his own fate is the same as his.

He is a death seeker who jumps off a cliff.

And he was trying to save him, and he was looking for death by jumping off a cliff.

"Dead?"

Han Xian was extremely reluctant, and he knew very well in his heart that falling from the mist-shrouded sky was certain to die, and Dao Li was sealed and he was so broken and 'Qishui?'

It is impossible to be unwilling.

"Stars. ”

Hoarse roaring in his mouth.

Star power has never been restrained, they can help themselves out of danger every time, but this time?

It will definitely be possible.

This is the expectation, and it is also the only sustenance in the desperate road.

Is it done?

"Giggles. ”

Gritting his teeth is the sound of gnashing his teeth, Han Xian's boasting of the star did not change the essence of the result, this time the stars were also powerless, they were shining in the sky above the Dao tree, they couldn't see that Han Xian was falling, and they couldn't listen to Han Xian's dispatch.

"Whew~~~. ”

The clouds shrouded the face.

This rapid fall should be a bone-chilling cold in Han Xian's cognition, and the pain of tearing his body with the wind, but although his robe was wet with fog, he did not feel a trace of coldness.

As for the wind, my ears could hear their presence very clearly, but I didn't feel a trace of the coldness of the wind.

Is this a good thing?

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Han Xian hoped that this was a good thing, but he really didn't dare to think so in his heart.

Because the essence of the drop has not changed, he is a pile of meat, a pile of big meat that is falling, you can imagine how sparse it will be if it is smashed on the ground.

Think about it, miserable.

Without Dao power, it fell freely, and it was impossible to feel the cold from the fog, but the coldness of the heart could naturally make Han Xian's soul tremble.

"Poof~~. ”

The slight sound is the light movement of the clouds.

Han Xian's eyes were clear, his body had fallen out of the clouds, and under his gaze, the thickness of the earth was ready, and green was the style of eternity.

But the bright green is not monotonous, and the flowers are dotted among them, making a fragrant light.

It's weird in embellishment, even weirder.

I didn't feel cold when I walked through the clouds, and it was still the same, and even the heart that was afraid of falling and breaking was a little drunk in this warmth.

"Huh~~. ”

Hope, that is, don't give up hope, Han Xian gritted his teeth, and when he fell out of the clouds, he immediately called for the Dao power in the star map, the starlight.

However, it is still possible.

Star charts, they are silent, do their own shaking, do their own Ming.

In the fall, in the eyes, the earth with her grass green, with her flower beauty, in the close, warm and warm is full of grace.

If the power of the road is there.

If the starlight is there, I will definitely stop and be empty, meditate and listen to the wind, and smell the warmth.

But now?

I don't want to die yet, but I can't stop, how can I meditate, let alone think about the warmth of the wind, my heart is full of heat at the moment.

"Whew~~. ”

The eyes are seeing, seeing the green grass veins shiny and soft, and seeing the fragrance and softness of the bright flowers, but all this is undeniable that it grows on the earth.

Their softness and fluffiness are followed by absolute heaviness.

With his rapidly falling body, can he yearn for the softness of the grass and the softness of the flowers to replace the thickness of the earth to carry himself?

Would like to.

I really want to!

It can be said that Han Xian thought very much, because at this moment he had no other way, the Tao was dormant, the star was lying high, and he seemed to be abandoned.

It's like I'm dead end.

Unless there is a miracle suddenly, a bubble wraps itself in a slow fall, or the bright flowers on the ground become bigger and taller to support themselves softly.

Then you can live yourself.

Hehe.

It's a smiling face, even Han Xian's own face is smiling, and he thinks of beauty.

The body is falling, and the bubble of the beauty of thinking really did not appear, the body is still falling, and the receptacle of the beauty of thinking has not become larger, let alone raised.

"Whew~~. ”

The warmth is roaring, the heart is gradually sinking, and what is seen in the eyes is becoming clearer and clearer.

This clarity is that every leaf and every flower is magnifying, this magnification starts from a blur, and the current clarity indicates that Han Xian is getting closer and closer to the thickness of the earth.

"Poof. ”

In the blink of an eye, what he saw was that the magnification was completely black, and his eyes were covered by the softness of the green grass, and Han Xian completely smashed into the green space.

Flesh, the shell falls to the ground.

Dead?

"Dead?"

Is this asking?

Is it the question of the flowers, or the question of the grass?

Flowers can't speak, grass can't speak, but people can't talk, and here there is only one man who has just fallen from the sky, and he has landed.

His mouth was gasping and asking, 'Are you dead?' ’

Look at the legs, the legs are still there.

The hand touches the body, and the body is not broken.

"Hehe~~. ”

People are laughing, and this laugh is answering in the affirmative, they are still alive, and they are still alive and well.

Han Xian, who is alive, will not think about why he is still alive, such a place, a useless place, why bother thinking about why he is still alive.

Isn't it the most important thing to be able to laugh!

Falling into a warm embrace, Han Xian couldn't imagine that the softness of the grass and the softness of the same flower could really replace the virtue of the earth to carry himself.

"Hehe~~. ”

Han Xian, who was lying on the soft and fluffy floor, smiled happily.

This place is very good, this place is also beautiful, I would like to sleep in this place for a while, just for a short time.

"Hehe, you think beautifully. ”

This is Han Xian's self-reflection, and he knows very well in his heart that although this place is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time, not to mention that he has been lost with himself, and he must be found.

"Gone. ”

Han Xian chuckled and shouted, this is really wanting to leave.

Let's go?

Han Xian, who really wanted to leave, actually lay on the ground and didn't move, maybe he hated his laziness, and the face that smiled and made peace was stained with dust.

"Stand up. ”

The pupils have contracted to the extreme, and I should stand up, but "Stand up." ”

The face of the stained dust is a roar, and the head is raised so that the eye can see, and when he sees it, his legs are in, or in the see, and his body is not damaged at all.

"Giggles. ”

The tooth's resentment was earnest, and he already knew in his heart: 'This is a ghost place, and of course all this is a ghost playing tricks.' ’

"Ah~~~. ”

The throat roared in the warm and warm sunshine, and if you can't stand up, you can't leave it, and you have to die of old age in this projectile land?

No way.

If you can't stand up straight, you can also leave, only if you leave this ghost place, you will definitely be able to find your backbone and find your Dao power peers.

If you can't stand up, you can climb.

Fortunately, the sky did not completely seal Han Xian's path, there was still a slight force in his hands, and his legs were still a little angry, struggling forward little by little.

It was a warm and warm world, but Han Xian was crawling and fleeing.

Crawl?

This crawls like a baby, this warm grass, and bright flowers are like swaddling clothes.

Active babies never cherish the warmth of swaddling clothes, they grope with their hands and feet, praying to explore the outside world, in which they will fall and cry.

Babies cry.

But Han Xian is no longer a baby, he doesn't have the right to cry, he wants to have the power to stand up, but this is the place of Qishui.

Since falling into the clouds, Han Xian has been deprived of all his powers, and this trembling and trembling crawl like a baby is indeed given by the kindness of 'Qi'.

Han Xian, there is no choice.

There is no way to fight, if you want to leave this swaddling projectile, all you can do is climb.