The movement behind him must not be hidden from the man who ascended the wind realm, although he was full of thoughts, but he should also wake up, and his frightened eyes were attracted by the smiling face in the air. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

What is Han Xian laughing at?

Didn't he know what the pain would be if his huge body fell into the dirt?

Of course he knew, maybe it wasn't the first time he had gnawed a mouthful of mud, so this boy, who was accustomed to the smell of earth, chose to kiss the dirt with a smile on his face and embrace the heavy earth.

But no matter how happy Han Xian laughed, it couldn't change the thickness of the soil at all, and Mother Earth would not change her personality because of this frustrated or proud person.

The man who gnawed a mouthful of dirt, the boy whose teeth were stained with a trace of blood must have been very painful, because Wu Jitang kindly caught the sound of a broken tooth, and it was also possible that Wu Jitang rescued him from his thoughts because of this sound. What the morning glow on the horizon couldn't do, and Han Xian did what the sun couldn't.

Han Xian was laughing, the person who pierced the air couldn't think of what kind of flesh and blood pain he would have when he hit the dirt, Wu Jitang was mourning silently, because he could think of the pain of his body hitting the dirt.

Is Han Xian still in a drunken dream, only drunk people will not care about this expression, and only people who are completely anesthetized by alcohol will not care about their dignity.

But now Han Xian, last night's wine was not happy, how could that already arrogant heart satisfy this wine.

The wine of Wuxiang is just to let Han Xian fully remember the taste contained in his own wine, that lonely night, that lonely king, isn't the wine he drank the best that Han Xian longed for and couldn't get when he was a child?

Han Xian of the Yun family cheered excessively because he had wine to drink, and the king in his dream could laugh proudly because he had starlight in the sky, but now this person, what is he laughing at, just by his mouthful of fragrant soil?

Or is the boy completely insane from being tormented by frustration?

When the sun rises, there is hope, but then there is the doomed disappointment.

Wu Jitang's brows furrowed deeply, is he really crazy, is the soil in his mouth very delicious, and he is reluctant to spit it out, what makes Wu Jitang even more crazy is that Han Xian's crazy smile is like a ghost in the black moon in his opinion.

Han Xian is so tenacious, the sun is climbing high, and he can still laugh, cough and swallow the dirt.

Wu Jitang is still waiting for something, shouldn't he jump off the horse at this time and use his Dao power to stabilize Han Xian's heart, otherwise it will really be wasted.

But this person didn't, except for the deep frowning of his brows, there was no other superfluous action, or did this man who ascended the wind realm believe very well that the person who guided him would not be so simply lost, Wu Jitang was waiting, waiting for Han Xian to finish his madness, and he would definitely be able to tell himself the answer.

Sure enough, Wu Jitang had to wait for a long time.

Because the dirt stuck in my throat is really uncomfortable.

Can Han Xian still laugh, he had already laughed out of snot and tears, his hands supported his neck for a while, and he banged his back violently for a while, and these couldn't change anything, except for making himself cough a little harder.

Now that face is just like the sun that was born, it is red, and how can such a red be less embellishment, the soil is not only a good breakfast for Han Xian, but also makes the current already terrifying face even more demonic. Anyone who's going to scream when they hit this face a little bit at night at that time.

The red is the base, the earth color is the flower, and the snot is reconciled with a burst of coughing sounds that are about to die, so who is not afraid.

Fortunately, Wu Jitang's nerves are big enough, otherwise he would have drawn out his spear and sent the ghost to see the real Hades.

Han Xian's farce in the early morning should also come to an end, because the soil in his mouth was almost swallowed. looked up at Wu Jitang's black face and laughed awkwardly.

can be regarded as putting Wu Jitang's heart back into his stomach, this person is fortunately not really crazy. His eyes were still firmly fixed on Han Xian, waiting for him to uncover the mystery by himself, but did he have to wait for a long time?

Because that person seemed to be separated from his body with a soul, how could those eyes still have a look, completely drifting, completely sinking into his thoughts, Wu Jitang's brows that had just been loosened were twisted again.

Where did Han Xian's god go?

Where else can I go, of course, to go to where all hope is, the mind is completely sunk into the heart, and the smile appears on that stupid face.

What is this kid thinking, early in the morning, what a good treasure has been picked up with that smile.

Of course, Han Xian, this ghost, has picked up something good, and it is really useful to try, there is already a loss of light in the dark heart, I can't believe it, all Han Xian checked again and again, if it wasn't for the mud block that stuck in his throat, he would still be lying on the ground, because confirming the origin of the star map in the atrium is the most important.

Han Xian's face was smiling, and he couldn't catch his breath with a smile in his heart, can that little light be described as a bean dot?

How can it be so big, if there is, Han Xian, who is digging three feet into the ground, has already found out.

Can you describe his brightness in starlight?

How can it be, if it is really so bright, how can the boy who sees the money not be able to find it.

It was this light, a glimmer of light, that made Han Xian roll into the mud from Yun Qi's steady body, and even let his hard teeth gnaw at the solid stone.

And all this was worth it in Han Xian's opinion, because Han Xianyi knew what it was a little light and a little bit of light, which was the origin of the star map that he accidentally discarded.

And with him, can the arrogant cold front still be cold in front of him?

Now the boy wanted nothing more than anything to do was to hold the spear that had once kicked him into hell, and he would conquer him again, and this time he would not be abandoned.

Is that really all Han Xian should be doing now?

Shouldn't that stupid look be explained now?

The more important thing is that Wu Jitang, who is in the wind, is still waiting with his brows locked deeply, pretending to be high has to pay the price, obviously Wu Jitang doesn't want to delay any longer, the Dao power is running slightly, and he coughs lightly.

Han Xian's mind is entangled in love and hate with the spear at the moment, and his heart is really very careful and meticulous to take care of that glimmer of light, and his mind does not dare to take it back, afraid that the departure of his thoughts will be an eternal separation.

But not everyone understands the love of Han Xian's brain and the fineness of his heart, and he can only blame himself for delaying the time where he shouldn't be.

Wu Jitang really made a wise decision, if he hadn't used his Dao power, Han Xian's current appearance of being stupid and stupid must not be awakened by the regular voice.

The rolling thunder is rumbling in the heart and in the mind, and any demon has to hide, which is how the consolation of the evolution of the mind can have the possibility of existence.

Han Xian's stupidity was immediately shattered, and Han Xian looked at the sky above him with a stunned expression.

Wu Jitang is so speechless, this obviously has nothing to do with that Chaoyang, but he has to cough, this time he didn't use his Dao power.

The bright sky must not be able to hide the thunder and lightning, the sky is nothing to look at, Wu Jitang's handsome face is not good-looking, and his mind is about to sink into his heart again, but fortunately, Wu Jitang coughed right again.

Han Xian was still shy with that red face, looking at Wu Jitang with embarrassment, he was a child who made mistakes.

Finally remembered by others, isn't Wu Jitang curious about Han Xian?

With a straight face, he pulled the reins and turned the horse's head and prepared to move on, the face that turned his back must be as happy as Han Xian, the master still has to pretend, you will definitely tell me everything yourself.

Sure enough, the fledgling Han Xian was brushed in the palm of Wu Jitang's hand, watching Wu Jitang turn around, how could he not be in a hurry, and hurriedly said in a loud voice: "Angkor wait." While shouting, he ran to Wu Jitang's side and pulled the reins, and his blushing face must have a lot to say.

Wu Jitang smiled lightly: "If you have something to say, you can say it." Before the smile was finished, the stunned took over his cheeks.

Because Han Xian pulled the reins and grabbed the spear on the horse indiscriminately, how could Wu Jitang not be surprised, as soon as he pulled the reins, he shouted violently: "What are you doing." ”

With such a close distance and such a sound, Han Xian's ears were buzzing, and his face was already red, so he couldn't express it, and now he could only explain it by his mouth.

And Wu Jitang's loud cry also restored the brain that fell into crazy love, and shouted with a breath: "I have a little light in my heart again, give me the spear quickly, let me try it." ”

This will not dare to rob openly, the hand stretched out in the air, if you can't get it, you will definitely not stop.

That puff, puff and panting, is Han hot or dry first?

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