What is this place, is it that your eyes have not yet opened, or that all your eyes see is darkness. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Han Xian's heart was wildly guessing. Sadly, now I can't even see it with my own eyes.

I was a little scared in my heart, where did my eldest brother take me, why can't I feel anything. At this time, why didn't your heartbeat appear, and what was the only thing left, the brain, or the heart?

These can't be perceived, Han Xian is more inclined to the heart, for some reason, he has always felt it. All your memories are stored in the heart, not in the brain. More often than not, it is the heart that gives the brain the ability to work.

But in such an environment, how can I still have the ability to consider who is the leader? It doesn't matter anymore, the important thing is that it feels like everything is blurry again. Are you going to fall asleep again?

In Han Xian's opinion, there are not many things that this world gives him to resist. And this time, yourself?

In the same way, this time Han Xian will not be given a chance, the darkness is still so familiar. The kindness of it, today is the third landing, and I really hope it will repel me.

Thinking too much is obvious, and thinking is just accelerating the fatigue of the brain.

The body slowly curls, the head is hidden deep in the arms, maybe the dream is a cold place, only in this way, can the temperature of life be maintained.

Guan Hanning looked up at the starry sky. An Ning's eyes searched for the star he wanted, but where was it hiding in the vast sky, could he be derelict in his duty tonight?

In fact, it is not the star's dereliction of duty, but Guan Hanning's disordered heart blinds his shrewd eyes, and this one still wants to try his best to control his heart. Although the eyes can make others not perceive the panic, how can their own hearts accept such deception.

Guan Hanning exhaled slightly, although he didn't dare to agree, but the general's words would not be wrong, if that person couldn't get rid of it as soon as possible, he would definitely fall into the mud.

Maybe no one knows why Guan Hanning cares so much about Han Xian's life and death, but his heart can see everything about this man. Guan Hanning seemed to see his past self in Han Xian's body. The young man had the same aura as he had at that time. After so many years of iron-blooded tempering, I thought I had thrown those memories into the abyss. But when they crawled out of that place, they approached themselves with a long-lost cordiality. Although you will feel flustered, it is so irresistible. Do you want to throw them away again?

Hehe, it will take so many years of iron and blood. And what can I do at this time, I don't have to think too much about these things, and the road is spread out in front of me.

Guan Hanning turned around, since Xingyue was quietly hiding, how could he force them to appear, so he simply didn't look for those things.

Guan Hanning's eyes were also closed, but not everyone had the same strong nerves as Han Xian. If you want to put your brain to sleep, you can't do it in this state.

Is he sleeping, Han Xian doesn't know, but it's like that.

Why is my mind so clear, is the white world going to be visited again?

It's a pity that this special place is not something that the white is willing to be presumptuous.

When can you perceive the presence of light, this dark place never gives people much room to think, not to mention that everything in the darkness is slowly fading.

Han Xi looked into the distance in surprise, and the distance was rose-colored. It's been a long time since I've seen that gorgeous sky. And what made Han Xian even more excited was that the rose color was still trying to hold out the darkness, trying its best to devour the darkness.

Han Xian watched the darkness disintegrate little by little, what was hidden under the darkness, it was so amazing.

The eyes didn't want to let go of every trace of blackness, and wanted to remember a moment, but it was obvious that this was an infatuation, how could this vast space be captured by Han Xian's eyes.

And all Han Xian can do is stare at a place, look crazy, and enjoy it crazy.

That rose color also has times of tiredness, and Han Xian is even more tired, if he didn't understand Guan Hanning's words, then Han Xian would have given up that beauty a long time ago, because there are times when beauty is tired.

Now Han Xian still can't understand what Guan Hanning asked him to grasp, but what he can understand is that this place is very precious, and all he can do is cherish the wonder of every moment.

Han Xian withdrew his gaze from behind him, the distant place was still endlessly dark, and he could feel that the light he was in was just to illuminate himself.

Casting his gaze on the origin of the rose color, no matter how tired he was, he could still taste the slightest fragrance and smile from that place, Han Xian smiled at that place, if only the color of this place could also walk around like the sunset of Yunjiaao.

Maybe the rose color has been affirmed by Han Xian, and if you probe this Han Xian's imagination, then you should be even more proud. The more and more you show off your beauty, all the colors are stirring wildly.

Han Xian was surprised by his imagination first, is this world such a simple wish come true?

Although the imagination is too full, it does it.

Don't dare to think about it, if this place is imagined, then everything will be weird, Han Xian came to such a conclusion, but this place still needs a high level of attainment if it wants to be calm.

Obviously, the current Han Xian is still very immature.

The picture scroll in front of him declares his uniqueness again and again, and Han Xian also confirms his inner excellence again and again, if this place?

Ay!

I knew that I couldn't stay in this place for long.

Everything will slow down in calmness, this world may be tired of playing, the agitation is slowly smoothing down, and Han Xian's heart is gradually heating up.

Mania has his beauty, but why not tranquility with his splendor?

It's still that world, everything seems to be moving quietly, and the sky is really a cloud. Han Xian's smile affirmed what he saw, it was moving slowly, like Yun Jiaao. Although its progress was so quiet, Han Xian still discovered the beauty hidden in the silence.

Does Black want to regain his lost ground?

When the darkness had quietly swallowed the land where Han Xian was standing again, it had re-engulfed into his chest. And the eye did not find it, and when it did, it was the sadness of the rosy struggle to retreat.

Han Xian's heart was nostalgic for that color, but it wasn't something he could control, maybe this world was originally black. What Han Xian didn't know was that there were tears on his cheeks declaring nostalgia.

The curled body, the knees take on everything.

The distant colors, with a struggle to give up, were completely swallowed up by the darkness, as if they had never appeared.

Are you going to fall into this boundless darkness again?

Is the eye closed again, or is the world once again cut off from its existence?

The heart doesn't feel like it exists, and is the brain reviving, and will the heartbeat follow him?

But Han Xian still wanted to see the crazy stirring once, and tried his best to resist, and he didn't forget Han Ning's words in his heart, he could only understand it like this, no matter what it was, he should grasp it.

I really want to be tired once, forget the existence of the brain, forget the feeling of the heartbeat.

Everything is worth it, and silence is a favor for this teenager.

The curled man once again hugged himself firmly, how could the only remaining temperature pass easily.

Han Xian smiled, did he come to this place again?

The place is familiar and the location doesn't seem to change. It was that place, Han Xian felt that his heart was looking out, waiting for the rose-colored to come again.

The wait is destined to be long, but I insist on telling myself that I will not be disappointed.

Darkness gives people tranquility, this lonely world, Han Xianxian's strange calm.

In fact, Han Xian is not lonely, this long dark night is not waiting, it is waiting for his hope.

How long time had passed, Han Xian couldn't imagine, but the night was used to waiting like this.

There are things that will come late, but it is destined to come, Han Xian's heart has caught the light again, what is it?

How can it be unfamiliar, isn't it the stars that are rising?

Will you be disappointed?

Han Xian didn't, his heart was completely filled with the twinkling starlight, not forgetting the existence of rose, but more willing to believe that this starlight was another form of rose-colored existence.

The star playfully played in the sky, and there was only this one star in the great night, but he was not alone, and there was a faithful believer below him. I can feel that his heart is completely for himself.

In Han Xian's eyes, the star climbed higher and higher, so that it was almost above his head. Is he leaving? Han Xian couldn't help but wonder.

Fortunately, the star stopped above his head as if sensing Han Xian's nostalgia.

Han Xian looked at him quietly, maybe he forgot Guan Hanning's words, but his actions were perfectly implemented.

Staring, all unwilling to separate, Han Xian sensed a trace of green existence in the star.

Excited about what you've discovered, happy about the green. Maybe the green is the star dominant. I don't want to be alone in the silent sky.

In Han Xian's heart, he felt that the star and the green were slowly falling. It's still that small, but I really sense the destination where he landed.

The star had collided with his head, but it wasn't his end. Follow the galloping bloodline to find the source of excellence.

What else is there to be nostalgic for in this darkness?

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