Am I hesitating?

Did I stop?

Standing, like that's it, I didn't just hesitate, and I also stood and stopped, what's the matter, shouldn't this be?

"Hehe~!"

Guess what I saw?

Colorful light, clear and translucent, the purest and most flawless kind, it is the most beautiful flower in the world, each of their leaves is flawless white, which is not stained with a trace of dust.

Yurong, words can no longer explain its cleanliness.

Guess what's its name?

Right now?

At this time?

Han Xian, you saw this, you are still thinking about this, can't you see your own death, can't you notice that your body is falling apart?

"Hehe~!"

The smile is a little bit faced, a little bit emerging, and a little bit of writing is thick.

Laughing, the soul is also infected with the disease of cracks, so what about the body, is the body still there?

Where is it?

Where is the body that once carried Han Xian's pride, and asked, Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang, who have been staring wide-eyed, have you seen your third brother, where is his body?

I can't find it.

I don't want to be born on the same day of the same year, but I want to die on the same day of the same year, so is Han Xian's disappearance considered dead now, and if so, then why are you still standing.

Oaths.

Either rush out and fight to the death with the impulse of a moth to fight the fire, although it is certain that Wu Jitang can't fight Shaohao, and Guan Hanning will definitely not be able to kill it, but isn't it just that he can be filial to the oath of dying on the same day?

Men should have faith.

Look.

Staring sadly, still watching.

Looking at the dull air, do you think that Han Xian is still alive when you are standing, so you have the face to stand, if it is true, then where is it?

Eye.

They were not the only ones staring at the bleak air, there were too many pairs of eyes, too many people in Yingdu City who saw the disintegration of Han Xian's body.

Their eyes widened as if they were about to burst open.

Bloodshot.

People seem to be afraid that the pupil of the eyeball in the eye socket will fall off, so the blood line is wrapped around the pupil in a thread to make a firm binding, will it really fall?

It's going to fall apart.

Loose means dead, and when you die, there is nothing.

"Huhu~~!"

The wind was whistling, the heavens and the earth were slaughtered, suddenly silent, even the sound of people's breathing that should have been rapid was cold, their expressions were so sluggish, as if they were quietly waiting for death, and as if they were simulating death with their absolute silence, now at this time, such a look, is it that the numb head is fantasizing about deceiving death with such a sluggish look?

'Hehe~!'

The Grim Reaper smiled and didn't speak.

The ultimate fear is the ultimate godlessness.

Compared with the people who fell to the freezing point in the city, the air is the true temperament, there are cries, there are flowers, and there are eyes that dare not want to believe.

Qingyi.

She was already terrified when she watched Han Xian's body fall apart, and she wanted to evolve the Dao method to help Han Xian several times, but in the end she gave up.

In her heart, words again and again, he is my hero.

Heroes, so convinced.

But are heroes short-lived?

Just before Qingyi's eyes, Han Xian's body fell apart and became a real fragment in the wind, and the wind blew into pieces of paper, and after a few disillusionments, it was clean.

There, Haruyi's hero disappeared.

The murmur was faint, almost silent, "No... No...... ,", tears drooped, voiced, choked several times, wanted to hiss and roar several times, but in the end it was silent.

No?

Death won't listen to you.

No?

The fact that it came true will not be repeated because of the 'no' of the human voice, it is a fact, and in that place, Han Xian's physical body disappeared and became invisible.

"No~!"

The roar still shouted after tossing and turning, and Qing Yi danced wildly, like a mad demon, raising his arm to seal and enter the battlefield.

For him, Qingyi is willing to fight on the battlefield, and he came to Yingdu for him, but now it seems that he is here to collect the corpse, hehe, corpse?

Where?

The body has become sand in the wind, Qingyi seems to have been deprived of even the right to collect the body, how can she still endure it, kill, and kill into the battlefield.

"Whew~!"

However, the pro is on the side.

With Xiao Wangzhi by Qingyi's side, he would definitely not let Qingyi do something stupid, his palm fell on his shoulder, and he immediately calmed down the mania in Qingyi's chest that was about to explode with his soft Dao power.

"Uncle, uncle, ..... him first"

Weeping, weeping, tear-jerking.

Qingyi was crying with grief and indignation, but Xiao Wangzhi, his face was full of cold edge, but this coldness was indeed difficult to share with sadness, it seemed to be ruthless.

Are you cold-hearted?

Could it be that Xiao Wangzhi has never recognized Han Xian's apprentice?

Is that the case?

"Whew~~!"

Xiao Wangzhi took a deep breath, his eyes were bright, he was still staring at the remnants of Shao Hao's battle with Han Xian, and said in a low voice: "Qingyi, you are crying too early, it's not over yet?"

'Uh~!'

It's like the dawn of time.

In an instant, Qingyi's crying stopped in her mouth, and in an instant, her eyes fell on Xiao Wangzhi's face, which was the same as before, without a trace of color in the coldness.

"Hehe~!"

But at this moment, there was indeed a cold burst of laughter.

The faces of the people are sad, they can't laugh, only the demons laugh.

It was Allah who won the fish, it smiled amiably, its eyes fell softly on Qingyi's face, and it seemed to be smug and whispered: "Female doll, in fact, he lied to you, you didn't cry early at all, he was fast, he was fast, he was destroyed, and his soul was scattered at the moment." ”

Fast?

It's fast, it's not yet, it's fast, it's still hopeful.

"Whew~!"

The wind blew people's breath, Qingyi took a deep breath, his eyes were fearlessly pointed on Allah's face to win the fish, and said, "In the future, I will definitely beg my father to kill you." ”

Miss.

This is definitely the tone of the eldest lady.

Qing Yi looked like a young lady, and with such a tone, she raised the heart lord Sheng Sushuang who was really scared to win the fish Allah, and the corners of his mouth twitched deeply, speechless.

Undoubtedly, that man was terrible.

Undoubtedly, the vanity of the breath of the winning fish now was caused by that man.

"Hmph~!"

In this regard, Allah won the fish with a cold snort in his mouth, his eyes swept over Qingyi's face, and fell into the battlefield again, and said lightly: "Okay, I'm looking forward to fighting him." ”

I still want to save face.

If you are frightened by a little girl and are speechless, then where will you go in the face of Allah who wants to win the fish?

Eyes on the battlefield.

What is the soul of Han Xian who is still on the battlefield, he still exists, does he still have a shadow?

It seems that the sky is pitiful, Han Xian is not dead yet.

Soul, faint shadow, but at least alive, nothing is more important than being alive, for only by being alive can we continue to create.

'Hehe~!'

I couldn't hear the laughter, no pair of ears could hear it, but any pair of eyes that could see it could see that Han Xian was smirking.

Laughing idiot.

It's silly to laugh.

Laughing is like a real fool who doesn't know what tomorrow is.

Maybe Han Xian just knew, so he laughed at this virtue, there is no tomorrow in the body, and there is only so much left in the soul, what is there tomorrow to speak of only by this.

Is that really the case?

Tomorrow.

Although the shadow of the soul is thin, Han Xian's smiling head is full of fantasies about tomorrow, and it is the most beautiful kind.

Do you know what came to mind?

You may have guessed, you may have thought of it, but you must not have thought of it completely, you must not have thought it really enough.

From the beginning of the day, the bright and gentle face shines.

This warmth is about to melt me, guess what I hold in my hand, you must have guessed, yes, it's the most beautiful flower, I got it.

Promise.

Token.

I'm going to marry her certificate.

Fuxiong flowers.

"Hehe~~!"

How can I not be happy about this, I am holding a caressed flower, and she is also standing in the early sun of the new life, she smiles shallowly, and her smile is more beautiful than the sun in the sky.

I held flowers, and she blushed.

I held flowers, and she bowed her head.

The sun hung in the sky, and the shadows elongated, stretching the shadows of the two people one by one, and slowly, the shadow belonging to the man holding the flower slowly knelt down.

Ask?

Please.

That's what a request.

Yes, for a lifetime, for a lifetime, girls, you must have to kneel and beg once.

Yes, for a lifetime, for a lifetime, boy, you must kneel down and beg once.

Yes, the girl got it, yes, the boy also did it, on the shadow of the sun elongated, the flowers held by the boy were swirling, the softness of the fingers, a lifetime of commitment, a lifetime of tokens, and a lifetime of witness for you and me.

Shadows.

The most beautiful thing about this moment is the elongated shadow of the sun.

The boy knelt on the ground and lifted the ring that caressed the ligusticum into a soft finger, and the girl shyly stretched out her palm.

Shadow.

The shadow given by the sun.

Wrap your fingers softly, knot your hair as husband and wife, and you don't doubt your love.

Under the witness of the sun, the boy and the girl have become incomparable people who share the wind and rain and suffering, and the two shadows hold hands, rising with the sun, and walking at dusk with the sun.

The sun will set.

But the sweetness doesn't go away.

The sun had set, but the moon had risen, and the shadows had been stretched again, and now, compared to the hand of the day, the moon was much more intertwined.

The girl was lying in the boy's arms, and the two of them were on their backs together, looking at the starry sky in the distance, so beautiful.

She looked at the bright stars in the sky, she couldn't help but prop up her palms, and between her eyes: 'Hehe, it turns out that mine is also wearing a star, it's so beautiful, isn't it?'

'Hehe~!'

The boy smiled, and his smiling gaze had already fallen on the star between his fingers, and said, 'Yes, it's like a star in the sky, so beautiful.' ’

'Hehe~!'

Listen, laugh, the girl smiled and said, 'No, it's not a star in the sky, the star in the sky is not as bright as it, I say it's the moon in the sky, it's more beautiful than the moon, isn't it?'

'Hehe~!'

Listen, laugh, the boy laughed, laughed and said, 'No, it's not the moon. ’

Refuted, the boy actually refuted, the girl must not have imagined that the boy who was pillow by himself would actually refute himself at this time.

So unhappy, pouting, sullen, and saying, 'Why is it not as good as the moon?' ’

'Hehe~!'

The color of all this must have been expected by the boy, and he smiled, he was ready to speak, and he smiled and said, 'How can it compare with you, it is not as beautiful as you, you are the moon in the sky, it is the star in the sky, it is bright because of your brightness, it is beautiful because of your beauty.' ’

'Hehe~!'

Happy?

The sun and the moon can be so unhappy, but is it real?

A story, a poignant story written in beauty, the girl is long gone, and the boy is tormented by the flower.

Is that watered-down soul really written?

Or, as it was destined, that was just a story?