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The ridiculous self, the powerless self, in such a harmonious night, actually became a winner, alone, this glory no one to take, let alone share.

Is it that simple?

I really can't believe that the laughter behind me that cracked the roof tiles is cheering for myself.

Such a person, a drunken man, carries his steps, steady steps, every step is so solid, stepping through all the laughter, walking in the avenue of glory.

Han Xian's glory can be congratulated in his heart.

It was really dark, and there was no half mercy because of Han Xian's victory, let alone half a point of loosening because of joy.

His own leaf, the origin that hid in the endless darkness, still has no sign of awakening.

It seems that the joy of victory is not very tempting to the Origin Star Chart, so what about Han Xian's favorite wine?

Even if he was dying, the black was always indifferent, and the sky was full of stars, but the stars could not break through the darkness and guide the lost child to find his way home.

How joyful the voice behind him was, the sneer on Han Xian's face was still the contempt for the mosquito, or the contempt for those laughter falling into the dust, or the helpless sigh for himself.

The victor has his mystery, and Han Xian, the victor, is certainly no exception.

The person who stepped out of the house would only leave behind his legend, the length of the shadow was given by light and fire, and the mystery of Han Xian was indeed imposed by those who laughed into the dust.

Inside and outside the house are definitely two worlds.

There is an endless heat wave in the house, wrapped in all kinds of breaths, which fuels the arrogance of the excellent heart, Han Xian is right, if he stays in such a place for a long time, the heart will definitely be dirty.

And outside the house, there is a wind, a heart-warming wind, and the hair that stirs up likes such coldness, under such a night, under such a moon, all the arrogance has put away its minions, isn't this proving that Han Xian is right.

In fact, Han Xian is really right, sneering and decorating his cheeks, does not mean that he blinds his heart, although the wine magnifies Han Xian's courage countless times, but such a person always knows in his heart that the palms of his hands are covered with sweat at the moment, if he stays for a moment, maybe the alcohol that disturbs the stomach and intestines will rush to his eyes.

What kind of signal will the misty eyes release to others, it will be obvious, stop sneering, maybe tonight will not be so beautiful, the person who is extremely angry will definitely tilt all the corruption on himself.

Although I feel like I am living in hell today, it does not mean that I want to sink into hell forever, so mysteriously retreating in a stunning look will be the best cover-up.

Everything today is an attempt, an attempt to get drunk, an attempt to win.

If it succeeds, it will be the joy of shouting to the heavens and the earth, but why is all this destined?

Unwillingly, he rushed into the house again, and poured all the wine into his stomach, the darkness was not drunk enough, but the legs made a very wise decision, and the person who rushed in would have the possibility of coming out completely.

Now this person with tears shining in the corners of his eyes, if he appears in front of everyone, won't he turn into a big pie to wake up the person who has lost face?

So Han Xian was not stupid, he chose to flee, maybe moving slowly in the wind is also an attempt, such a night, such a moon, such a person, all this is so harmonious.

The wind is restless, the night cannot be destroyed, and the moon cannot be defiled, but people are different, can Han Xian still say that there is no phase of the wine leave?

With the stirring of the wind, the already stupid and restless alcohol can be unscrupulous.

Vomiting, this is an attempt, Han Xian must be like this, otherwise that person would not vomit so forgetful, that person who seems to want to show all his heart and lungs to harmony under the moon, but he wants to get rid of all the darkness in his heart.

After working hard, it is inevitable to give up, and the tears and snot are annoyed because of another stab failure.

The world that was spinning was really terrifying, and Han Xian didn't dare to open his eyes, afraid that the stubborn black would not spit out, so that he would throw his life into the darkness.

The dizziness of the mind does not end with the wishful thinking of the eyes, let alone the effort of spitting, and the confused legs must be controlled by the vertigo brain.

Lying down is actually a good choice, such a wide world, lying down is gentle township, but now this place is definitely not a good place, and the messy and excellent Han Xian in that place will definitely not be able to condescend, even if he gets it himself, it is obviously still relatively picky.

The stumbling footsteps manipulated by the brain want to go somewhere, but I want to make the last stay in the cold place.

Han Xian is really reluctant, even if he is drunk, the great man of the ages with a cold gun in his hand can break through everything and rush into the brain, can really that dragon-like figure only appear in a dream?

Is it really going there?

You have to know that you are the winner now, why do you want to go to that knee-licking place, do you still want to humiliate your knees in the next time?

I am unwilling, the excellent heart is unwilling, today I am the winner.

I am unwilling, the trembling legs are unwilling, I should be glorified today.

The things that the heart decides cannot be changed, and the dizzy brain is going to sleep, but the critical heart decides to find a good piece of land.

I don't know how much this good land will cost, and I have already pointed out the direction in my heart.

Isn't that once the place of coughing up blood waiting for the return of the glorious man, the once invincible man, today finally prostrate under my fist, how can I not go to that place to pay tribute to the blood I spilled.

The place is still the same place, but today's people have changed, who can admit that the person who was once covered in blood and mud and still had a green Yu is the victor, except for him Han Xian himself, who can cheer for him.

But today is different, today's self is from the place where he once wept with infinite glory and cheers, although he is still so disheveled, but it doesn't matter, Han Xian doesn't suggest.

Because none of this can change the fact that you are the winner.

This place is really a good place, that day the person with the power of the Tao was actually beaten into a dog, and today this person who has lost his origin can actually re-enter here as an absolute victor.

This must be showing off, and Han Xian is showing off.

Han Xian had already laid down, it was really beautiful tonight, and all his attempts were shattered, but it didn't matter, with such a gorgeous starry sky in front of him, how could he let the tragedy in his heart destroy the harmony on his face.

A faint smile is to confirm the magic of the stars.

The eyes have long been lost in this sea of stars, if the darkness in their atrium is this night, then what is there to fear from the pain of losing the origin, if you can pick a star and stuff it into the atrium, then do you still need to worry about the lack of Dao power?

That starlight must also make himself a sparkling man.

Hey, the star can only be imprinted in the eyes, but not in the heart.

The heart did not put away the smile on his face because of the disappointment in his mind, but there was still a kind of freedom on his face at this moment, and everything could be free and easy.

After saying that I, Han Xian, had nothing, did I have the Origin Star Map in Yunjiaao, I used to have an iron-blooded cold front, and I didn't have a galloping Yun Qi.

And today's self is not nothing, at least the cloud has not left him, he still has him, and tonight's self still has this starry sky.

How not to be satisfied?

Han Xian must be satisfied, those eyes must be closed so peacefully because of satisfaction, and even more because of satisfaction, so the residual smile on his face will be so harmonious.

The boy lying under the starry night did not die, but fell asleep.

The heart that was drunk with wine floated out of this world with the heart, and he was still lying on the thick ground, he must be resting comfortably in the stars with his head on his hands.

fell asleep and still had a thick smile on his face, then Han Xian must be having an extremely happy dream, what did Han Xian dream of, of course it was the starlight in the sky, of course it would be the star that broke through the darkness with difficulty and tenacity, and of course the black was the black that buried his star map.

"Relic Pavilion. "Han Xian's dream remembers here, once the rose-colored sky in that place gave Han Xian the magic of controlling Han Feng, and tonight, tonight, of course, there is no rose-colored dream, there is the endless starlight that flickered in the dark, and the person in the starlight must have cheered, because he found a special existence in the sea of stars.

Although that little bit of starlight was faint, Han Xian looked for kindness from him, it must be the part he was missing, it must be the part he was looking for frantically.

Hold him deep in your arms, and you must not throw him away.

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