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Cool wind.

The wind is always cool.

The wind never knows how cold it is, and the two of them are slowly cold in the slow wind.

Is this coming to an end?

Is this going to end there?

It seems that the head thinks so, thinks so.

"Hey~~. ”

sighed, today's sun is about to set, and his own sun seems to be about to sleep, it seems to be sinking into the cold, and it will never wake up.

But.

Just as you think.

I don't seem to be alone, my own coldness is followed by too many people, wrong, this is not a follower, they are the forerunners, they are cold before themselves, they have taken the lead in entering hell.

Are they the first to open the way, or are they advanced hell layouts, so that there is less coldness and more care.

"Hehe~~. ”

People laugh.

It's hard not to laugh at such an idea.

In the air drying, the cold man smiled secretly.

Han Xian's stagnant eyes flowed slowly, drifting into the gloomy and gloomy sky, the dark clouds were deeply locked in the dark clouds, there seemed to be more sorrow than himself, there seemed to be more pain than himself.

than yourself?

It seems like?

"Hehe~~. ”

The air-dried Han Xian was laughing, it was not the sorrow of the sky, the pain of the sky, it seemed to be the color display of his face, although he couldn't see the color on his face.

But you can imagine it.

I could feel that not a single blood was flowing in it, and the flesh seemed to disappear from it, only the skin was wrapping around the bone, clinging so tightly that whether I laughed or cried, I made the eyes of everyone in the world think that this was already a dead person.

On the surface, sentimentality.

In my heart, I have mixed feelings.

But the once amorous side can no longer carry these.

At the moment, it depends on the sky.

At this moment, the dark and gloomy sky is his own face, and he is borrowing its color to show the bitterness in his heart.

Is it going to end?

After the clouds are locked, is it dark?

It's so dark.

So bleak.

It seems that the black that belongs to you is really coming.

Huangquan Road is not lonely, his elder fish clan has already gone first, he is ashamed of them, and sleeping with them seems to be a kind of compensation for the debt.

Is it that simple?

Can this debt be ended so easily?

"You think beautifully. ”

The roar of the heart is full of resentment against the dark clouds above the sky overhead, and he has a great revenge that has not been avenged, and he has not avenged the great revenge of killing the fish clan and entrapping himself.

But the skin on his face is bone-like, and his color is so sad, as if his current self is about to end like this.

How can you be willing.

"Ah~~~. ”

Crazy madness.

The mouth cannot speak, but the heart roars.

It was Han Xian's heart that was still beating, constantly bursting with its own beating, hammering the unwillingness in his heart.

It's like the dawn before a storm.

All decadence is just dormant, unwilling to hide in it.

hidden, hidden, and finally broke out, but in the end I still didn't hide, thinking that I could be like ashes, thinking that I could accept the arrangement of fate.

But when all the spearheads are pointed at death.

Then everything was disappointed.

People don't want to die.

I still have a breath of self and I don't want to die.

Maybe, what revenge has not been avenged, what beauty has not been married, this is not the only basis for building inner anger and unwillingness, there are more important things.

is the most essential.

I just want to live.

That's all.

But what's the use of being unwilling, what's the use of anger, no side of heaven and earth will ever be able to achieve its own goals because of people's thoughts.

And the same is true of this life.

Those who have gone to hell and died, they also want to live, but their bodies are completely cold, their thoughts do not save their lives, they still die.

What about yourself?

A repeat of the overturn?

This is almost the truth.

As long as the heart master Sheng Su is defeated, as long as he is defeated and dies under the Nuwa form of Yagongzi, then he will soon have to go with him.

Although at this moment, the Great Sage's last voice is helping him to heal the poison on his body.

But being so close to him, he didn't perceive any hopeful change.

Sheng Sushuang's face was still a pain in his brows at the root, his body was still soaked in pain in essence, and he still hadn't solved his own crisis.

Sultry piano sounds.

It's not soft.

It's not unpleasant.

But at this moment, it is more like it is used to soothe the resentment of the dead, and it seems that it is only so that those who are tormented in pain can die a little quieter.

He is also the one who is dying.

So are you calm?

So has your resentment been appeased?

"Hmph~~~!!"

Angry hatred is burning with resentment.

How beautiful the voice of this world is, but I really want to say goodbye here, so much pain, so much resentment, so unwillingly.

I'm Han Xian.

I am different from those who are dead.

Different?

What is the difference between this person called Han Xian and those who have died and fallen into hell? It's just that one is still alive and wants to think about it, and the other can only cry and complain in front of Hell Yan Jun.

The difference between dead and alive.

There is no struggle when you are dead.

Then there is a silver lining to be alive.

Where is his own hope, and where is the hope that belongs to Han Xian?

"Pound~. ”

"Pound~~. ”

"Bang~~~. ”

The heart is always so powerful when it can still beat, this is unique to me Han Xian, because in this powerful beating heart, it contains its own star map, and it is also alive.

The soul is in it.

Life is in it.

My own hope is in it.

Under the Grey Road Tree.

Han Xian stood proudly, although his backbone was arrogant, but his face did not have this calmness, and this face did not need to use the sky to express color.

Among them resentment is the real resentment of this face.

Among them the pain is the real pain of this face.

Among them, the unwillingness is the concentrated embodiment of the unwillingness of the whole person.

This makes yourself how willing.

I have lost all my means and there is no possibility of struggling, yes, this road is almost exhausted, against the tall man outside the body, his means at the moment are simply nonsense, and there is no use at all.

Case.

I've tried my best.

Then drop everything and die, after all, you have tried.

"Hmph~~~. ”

Snorted coldly in the hateful and pathetic murmur of refuting the hateful and pathetic, although the means are useless, but he must be more than this, the blood in front of him, its vastness is not his own hope?

Wish?

"Wow~~?"

The waves are surging and jubilant.

They are still exerting themselves, and there really seems to be hope hidden in them.

Yes.

Fundamentally understand that yes, it's just that the hope of this ocean is to snatch Han Xian's embodiment.

And now?

When this body was about to die, their surge seemed to be still very calm, and in the heart, in the star map, they were indeed like bystanders.

watched Han die first.

I also watched myself die.

It's like a group of calm fools watching a madman howl and gnash his teeth, and the fool remains unmoved, and the madman continues to go berserk.

in their own star charts.

They are in their own roots, but they cannot be used for themselves.

They used to be at their disposal with the rise of mist, but this is an infinite ocean of blood, what is a few strands of mist to them?

Nine cows and a dime in nine cows, another nine cows and a dime.

This sea is a big iron bull, no matter how hard you try, you can't pick a single hair.

And it did still look at itself coldly and calmly and go crazy.

"Huh~~. ”

The teeth are angry with others and hateful to themselves, and the mouth is whispering: "What is mine is mine, and it will be used by me." ”

"Whew~~. ”

People are discolored.

The star map is a different light.

On Han Xian's soul face, the slightest light pointed out, what is this?

In the face of this group of fools jubilant in indifference, the madman is really crazy.

This sparkle is my soul.

This is a practice, and scattering the soul is tantamount to suicide.

It's all dead.

It's essentially hell.

So what is the difference between his killing and suicide, instead of passively accepting it, it is better to choose it yourself, when is he going to commit suicide?

I've always wanted to live, and now it's even more so.

It's a fight for life, a fight for life, and it always has been.

Maybe by accident, I'll live.

"Ah~~. ”

Roar.

Of course it hurts to scatter the soul.

The brilliance of the soul is wafting, they are part of themselves, of course they have their own will, in the wandering, a trace of tenacity to lead the spirits to break in.

"Wow~~. ”

Surge.

"Hiss~~. ”

Quiet, frozen, frozen.

The once turbulent and jubilant fool was almost stunned at the moment when his soul broke in, and he was directly frozen.

Thousands of miles away.

There was no movement.

"Hiss~~. ”

One point of entry means that the soul has been drifting endlessly, and then one point is entered, and then ten points are all entered, and then all the hundred points are poured in.

I'm not dead yet, there's still a thousand points to go.

Do you still live in hiding?

Hidden.

The ocean of blood is like death, the soul is chaotic, and they are completely frozen in ice.

Deep.

Indifferent.

This is the dawn before the real storm, this is the eerie silence before the riot.

"Boom~~. ”

Waiting for it to come, as expected, Han Xian lived up to his expectations, and finally waited for the explosion of the blood ocean in front of him, and the waves were stacking waves of dragons.

As high as a mountain.

It is high in a heavy mountain stack.

Endless until the end of the day.

Under the roaring waves, Han Xian's island, my body.

"Whew~~. ”

Here it comes.

It was their own eyes that watched them coming, layer by layer, raging storm, and they came as if they were angry and unstoppable.

Of course it's going to be angry.

Their existence is to manipulate, but who would have thought that the guy whose fate was controlled by himself actually broke out, he rebelled, and he actually wanted to hold Tai'a.

How did this go.

Smash him.

Smash.

Smash the guy in front of you who doesn't know whether to live or die.

Under the waves of blood, the mountains are stacked, and the insignificance of people can be imagined.

Like fine dust, a scoop of water can drown.

How much more is it a sea of blood.

Is it really unbearable?

Blood shadow, Han Xian's pale face revealed the coldness of dry ash, his eyes stared at the tip of the waves, and he whispered in his mouth: "What is mine is mine." ”

A great man on the cusp of the storm, Han Xian, a madman, is his own great man.

"Whew~~. ”

The whisper of a word.

Storm.

Even the waves.

There was a sudden silence.

"Hum~~. ”

Suddenly, at the moment when those waves of blood were about to lap on him, he was indeed rising and surging, and he actually wanted to go to the sky.

Heaven.

It was carried to the sky by others.

This is no longer their anger, but Han Xian's.

They are in ** control.

Pulled, pulled by your own soul.

The face is cold and proud.

"Go back to whence you came from. ”

The voice of the great man on the cusp of the storm, this is Han Xian's cold words, he will not be stupid to think that the blood in the star map is given by the dyeing of heaven and earth, and it is impossible for them to be brought by the demon knife, which is fundamentally their own.

The sea is inclusive.

They were stolen from their own bloodline, and now they are scattered.

This is destined to be a great project, and it may still be a long project, let Han Xian go crazy by himself and play alone.

There are two flowers, one for a single table.

Under the city of Yingdu, the thunder that Gu Jun drank had already arrived.

The Buddha horn has also been sounded for a long time.

Male and female?

"Amitabha. ”