Han Xian's desperate squeezing was more like a desperate escape, thinking that by squeezing into the endless darkness, he would be able to cover the sound of Jin Ge in his ears and forget the sound of blood and sparse blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The horse's sturdy hooves struck the dark earth as if it were silent, because his master, Han Xian, was not listening to it.

I want to squeeze into the black, but I don't know that I am in the dark.

Is the night too cold, or the heart is too cold, Han Xian's face is full of coldness, his hands are clenched into fists, and his cold gaze scans the surroundings, as if it is not endless darkness that surrounds this body, but a warrior who holds a god.

Or maybe the heart blown by the wind of the long night is too cold, although he is contrary to Shangwu, but I don't know if it is buried in the depths of my mind, or maybe it is really hidden in front of me.

The fireworks that Jin Ge rubbed out, and the heroic sound of those blood-stirring chests, lingered in front of him all the time, entangled in the bottom of his heart.

Perhaps in the eyes of Han Xian's cold eyes, those wandering shadows in the distant darkness were the reason for his cold gaze.

It should be very clear in his heart that no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to find him, let alone kill him.

However, Han Xian's laissez-faire charge is more like a kind of blind obedience, because Guan Hanning in front of him is galloping with his horse, and Han Xian's face is a copy of Guan Hanning.

But there was a deep worry hidden under his grim countenance, and as soon as he took the bag with both hands, he knew that this mission could not be as simple as escorting.

And what others call 'contemplation'?

Guan Hanning is a smart person, how can the little trick of the fairy hide from him, he is already bitter in his heart, if he and Han Xian can't reach Chu Yueyingdu, I'm afraid it will only be a death.

And if the empty body reaches Yingdu, there is only one death.

In the darkness, Guan Hanning's gaze inadvertently swept towards Han Xian, that cold face was too young, shaking his head and sighing lightly, not every time he can be reborn with white bones, although there is healing medicine in the baggage, but he still wants to continue to connect his arms, it is just a joke.

And this is not the problem of the elixir, it is precisely the body of the person, the body under the pouring of Dao power, and the required elixir is becoming more and more demanding.

Guan Hanning glanced at the long sky that blinded his eyes, and sighed in his heart: "But I want good luck for myself, and I also ask for good luck for Han Xian." ”

A smile appeared on Guan Hanning's face, in fact, his luck was really good, because Changtian helped himself pass by the god of death again and again, and he also achieved the strength of the Six Realms of Dengfeng, and he had reached the status of unrivaled leader.

As for Han Xian in front of him, he is completely the darling of Changtian, so many times the god of death has come, and he has returned so many times, but I don't know if this luck can last.

His gaze swept over Han Xian's face again, and the sharpness on that face was not a reflection of an undeserved nervousness.

A smile climbed up his cheeks, a light laugh, and called in a low voice: "Han Xian~"

At this time, Han Xian was immersed in the wind for too long, his eyes were shielded by the darkness, his ears had already been filled with the wind, and his heart was occupied by the sound of blood behind him.

All these, how can I listen to Hanning's call.

A hint of worry quickly swept across the face, was Changtian really extraordinarily kind to Han Xian?

I can't believe that such a heart can escape the pursuit of death again and again, but fortunately, although Han Xian is blind, Guan Hanning is not blind, and he knows very well in his heart that even if he is strong and poor, let alone himself, his life is at stake, and Han Xian must control his own vitality.

Guan Hanning's eyes had turned cold, he snorted lightly, and shouted in a low voice: "Han Xian~." ”

If he can't hear this time, then Han Xian is really deaf and blind.

Guan Hanning's voice was like a drop of water falling into a calm lake, just because of the deliberate intrusion of the droplet, all the illusion of calm was broken, and Han Xian's sharp face was torn apart.

When the skin on the surface is torn apart, the turbulence he hides is revealed.

Maybe it was instinct, it was more like panicking Han Xian's rough pull on the reins, the long neighing cry of the fierce horse caused endless ripples in the darkness, and Han Xian's face was even pale, as if his blood and qi had been completely lost, and his heart screamed in fear in the atrium.

The panicked gaze had completely taken Guan Hanning's cold face into his heart, which made his already uncalm heart even more worried.

There were no stars this night, and the surroundings were even more hollow and dark, but in Han Xian's heart, Guan Hanning's eyes were stars in the sky, looking at himself coldly, as if his soul had been seen through.

"Hmph, don't be blinded by your heart"

The pale face finally turned red, and all this was not because Han Xian understood Guan Hanning's words, but because Guan Hanning had already turned around, and finally those eyes were no longer oppressive to his heart.

"Whew~"

Han Xian let out a long breath, and at this moment he really understood that the darkness in his eyes was not a place to cover himself, let alone a place to charge himself.

The strong heartbeat finally calmed down in the chest, and I don't know when my eyes drifted to the sky, and a smile rose on my face, it turned out that the endless dark night in my heart was not really black, and the sky was also flashing with a sparse light.

Han Xian, who was smiling and clothy, would definitely forget that this was the first time that he had been caught by the demonic thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, the horse is cheerful, and Han Xian at this moment is truly burdenless, because the still naïve heart does not know the poison called the cup of condensing dew, and he also does not know what kind of danger the gray cloth bag in Guan Hanning's arms will bring to himself.

If you can, you will definitely whistle happily, because the wind in your ears can't pass the collision of Jin Ge far behind you into the bottom of your heart, and as for the sound of blood?

Han Xian was very sure in his heart that Wu Jitang must still be alive, and when he came back from that Laoshzi place, he would definitely be able to get drunk happily.

Whether it is wishful thinking or not, how can we know about this wind.

The day and night rush made Han Xian already have a gray face, but the two bony eyes on the gray face were still very clever, and the smoke rising in the eyes didn't represent the beauty of meat, let alone the fragrance of wine?

The heart that shuttles between the Gobi Plain and the deep mountains and old forests all day long is already very haggard, and I yearn for the fragrance of the mouth.

Guan Hanning glanced at Han Xian's earnest face and chuckled: "Don't let your guard down." ”

Jiutianyun's heart cheered up, and he shouted in his heart, but no matter how He Nai inspired his heart, he couldn't sweep away the haggard ashes on his face.

For those places where there is smoke in the house, or should it be said, for people like Han Xian, there is always too much smell in his eyes and in his heart.

It's full of refreshing!

The ears have long been calloused by the chirping of insects and birds, and this cry is really kind, urging the horse to run towards the town, but He Nai's mountain-like back is in front of him.

Obviously, Guan Hanning would not be as reckless as Han Xian, so he tidied up his clothes a little and jumped off the horse and walked into the town.

Han Xian's face was a little blushing again, and he hurriedly dismounted and followed, it turned out that all the towns in this world were the same, and there were oily oil cakes at the entrance of the town, and every time Han Xian wanted to take a few bites.

But he had no choice but to pass by this time, because as a seven-foot man, he didn't have a penny in his pocket, so he could only follow Guan Hanning's back and hover between greed and eye blessing.

No matter how Hanning knew what Han Xian wanted in his heart, and how could he rest assured about the hawker's things.

Such a town can see the end at a glance, and it is too easy to find a place to rest, but it is too difficult to find a relatively safe place.

"Come in. ”

Standing under such a signboard, Guan Hanning means that there is no choice, and he really walked in with Han Xian, and such a small town, and such a small shop, its birth is destined not to be convenient for passing merchants, let alone to benefit those charming townspeople, it takes care of those strongmen who have robbed merchants in the dense forest paths.

You must know that although they have money in their hands, their names and their countenances have long been engraved on the heads of the major cities, and how dare you go in to find pleasure, you can only find the joy of wine in such a small place.

And there is another possibility, this is the secret whistle they set up, after all, the location of this town is very melancholy, completely in the reasonable area of the front Buba Village and no shops, facing the only place where smoke comes out within a radius of 100 miles, how can the people of the wind and dust not cherish it.

When Guan Hanning and Han Xian's feet stepped on the ground, a severe cold was also brought into the store, and the eyes of the big men who were originally happy and singing at will swept towards Han Xian.

Han Xianyi was not that young man, but he had more than 20 big men, but he didn't pay attention to it at all, and his face still didn't change.

"Phew!"

The saliva fell to the ground, and sure enough, there was a sound, and I saw that among the big men, a slightly lean person glanced at the shopkeeper, and the little second hurriedly ran to Guan Hanning to be courteous.

He bowed his head and said, "Uncle and his party, there are a few people, but what kind of business are you doing, where are you going?" ”

For such a shallow wit as the shopkeeper, Han Xian couldn't help laughing: "Squeak~"

Obviously, Han Xian's pride made some people unhappy, and a big man with a fat face slapped the table and shouted: "Boy, what are you laughing at, aren't you afraid that I will chop you into stuffing and make buns?"

Han Xian raised his eyebrows, and he was very happy in his heart, he was looking for this kind of non-long-sighted one these days, but He Nai just couldn't hit it, but he never expected that before he was full of wine and food, he could actually move and move his muscles and bones.

It's really gratifying and congratulating.

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