The clouds and mist are magical. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

While Qi's voice was still lingering in his ears, a soft force was lifted, and Han Xian approached the clouds and mist with Xunhui.

Shape up or ship out?

This is the advice it gives itself.

Facing the words, Han Xian nodded seriously, he heard it from his heart, and what he heard was silently speaking: 'I won't do evil!'

For this, Han Xian firmly believes that he will be able to do it.

However, there will always be so many buts in this world.

If you don't do evil, it seems that you are destined to be in trouble, and the revelation of Han Xian's fundamental knowledge should be able to foresee that Han Xian's future will be in constant trouble.

Shape up or ship out.

People who seek good all their lives, evil it just comes to the door by itself.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind sounded, the clouds thickened, the people who came were gone, and the land was in the beginning of the place without a trace of dust, but this place was once covered with blood.

The world starts here.

And I don't know if the filthy blood will flow from here and infect any corner of the world.

"Whew~~. ”

The clouds and mist in front of him dissipated, and the power that dragged Han Xian was also nothing, and at this moment he was enveloped by the warm color of the sun, in this color was the white of the green mountains dyed with snow, and the green water was long flowing with frost.

"Hehe~~~. ”

Han Xian was so happy to step on the ground with his feet, and a smiling face was carefully sweeping every inch of the mountains and rivers, which he had seen, and at this moment they were laughing with him, witnessing the successful return.

"It's back. ”

Those who are happy are happy.

Being down-to-earth made Han Xian, who was already in a good mood, feel emotional, the initial journey of Qishui, it seems that a long time has passed, what is this long time?

In it, in the place behind him, he left too many traces.

Crawl through.

Walked.

Ran through.

Laughed.

Crying.

Born and died.

Isn't that long?

In it, the man who crawled, walked, and ran successfully laughed, and in the rampant laughter, fought madly, and died in the madness.

Die for a better life.

For the better, fight desperately on your own.

And now, the successful appearance of oneself here is a kind of luck, and this kind of luck is that one can get away with it and say: "I am still alive, and I am alive to come out of it." ”

Fortunate?

By the skin of one's teeth.

That's it, at this moment, these are settled together with Han Xian, and when they settle on this thick ground, will the past time be long?

They disappear so fast.

It seems that just now, I was standing here, and now, I am still standing here.

"Huh. ”

Laughing endlessly, everything is in the blink of an eye, and in this blink of an eye, Han Xian can say with a smile, the long time that has passed and the blink of an eye are all rights that only the living have such rights.

Death can only be a long sleep, and the darkness is really long.

"Whew~~. ”

The heart was happy, and Han Xian exhaled a long breath of joy in his mouth.

Sunlight.

Mountain wind.

Cool color.

The snow on this ground has not melted, and it is a kind of cold and cold that goes straight to Han Xian's heart, but at this moment, the happy people directly ignore this haze in their hearts.

I can't feel it.

Han Xian could not feel it, but?

The person behind him, he was also standing, he didn't dare to stand, Han Xian's eyes were looking into the distance, but when he returned, a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on the snow under his feet.

Tightly?

Snow cover?

Feet?

To him, this place seems to be very familiar, this familiarity is to cut into the bones, this familiarity is to find the body trembling, he is the same as Han Xian.

I have been here before, and I have entered Qishui from here.

But now this familiar person has come and gone in, and it really feels a strangeness.

This strangeness is not a return to this place.

It's the strangeness of this place with his presence.

For the coldness to the bones, the happy Han Xian in his heart can not mess up a bit, but the search at this moment is different, he has fallen into the ocean of sorrow, and he is adding cold.

It has become an absolute tremor in the cold.

"Huh~~. ”

Gnashing of teeth.

Han Xian heard this voice, and the supreme coldness of this voice made Han Xian's joy suddenly calm down, and he was still happy in his heart, but this joy really didn't dare to show it on his face.

The people behind it?

Han Xian finally felt the person behind him.

Xun Hui was standing behind Han Xian, this time Han Xian was sure that he must not be facing away from him, but Han Xian, who was sure, did not turn around.

Why?

Because Han Xian sensed his pain from the sound of gnashing his teeth in return.

The pain of gritting his teeth is to say, he wants to stay alone, and the stubbornness of finding it is prompting him to want to stay alone in a calm corner.

The smile on Han Xian's face faded little by little.

Man is facing away and looking forward.

Looking into the distance, looking towards the fish clan, what he saw, Han Xian's heart couldn't help but get a trace of doubt, here the snow dyed white, but there is indeed black to the bitter thick.

Why?

Unexpectedly.

Han Xian, who couldn't figure it out, thought that it was far enough there, and this far enough was to disguise the evergreen color as a thick black shadow, but how to explain the whiteness of the snow?

Why explain?

There are so many things in the world that are difficult to explain.

And now Han Xian, whose heart is filled with joy, would never have imagined that anything bad would happen, seeing the distant family shadow, Han Xian's face floated with a hint of a smile, and said, "We are going home." ”

Go home?

Coming home?

This voice pierced through the cold air, carrying supreme coldness, straight into the already cold heart of Xunhui, who was already shivering.

The fish is lonely from the water.

Man is lonely from the earth.

Long.

After Han Xian spoke, it seemed that a long time had passed, and the sound of finding back had not sounded, but no matter how long it had passed, Han Xian had been waiting.

This is Han Xian weighing whether he needs to turn around and comfort him.

It lives up to expectations.

Just as Han Xian wanted to turn around, the voice of the search for return sounded.

"Hmm~. ”

One sound, just one sound.

And it was this only light response that broke into Han Xian's mind, which froze all the thoughts of turning around, and the promise of finding it was so cold in the calm.

"Whew~~. ”

Han Xian let out a long breath in his mouth slightly.

His head shook and he thought to himself, 'I'm afraid, it's not just about having something on his mind, but why is he?'

Meditate.

Scratch your ears and cheeks.

Meditate in hard thinking.

"Heh~~. ”

The abrupt Han Xian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he chuckled, still thinking in his heart, "He must be afraid, afraid that the Jutian Patriarch will be punished for his rebellion." ’

That's smart.

The clever Han Xian could actually think of this.

This is what comes to mind.

And Han Xian, who shook his head, was complacent because of the 'thought', and he couldn't think of any way to avoid punishment for the search for return.

Still thinking.

Han Xian was still scratching his head and thinking hard.

This thought was waiting.

Standing in this sad place where his relatives died, waiting coldly, trembling his teeth, he couldn't wait, and said: "Let's go, let's go back." ”

Hasten.

It's a urging from behind.

"Heh~~. ”

In the rush to find and return, a trace of excitement flashed on Han Xian's face.

In this flash of excitement, his feet finally moved, and he looked at the fish clan in the distance, and his heart was leisurely and said: "What are you afraid of, if you make a mistake, it is understandable to be punished." ’

A little wrong?

Han Xian thought of a little mistake, and his smile was to say, "With the kindness and generosity of the patriarch's grandfather, the mistakes made by myself and Xu Xunhui will definitely be forgiven after receiving a little punishment." ’

So lightweight.

Han Xian, who was decided by imagination, was so lightweight.

Raising his gaze, his head raised was indeed a slow and logical little step.

One step, one step, one step.

One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time.

"Hehe~~. ”

Thinking, Han Xian's head was still thinking, thinking that he remembered the past, and remembered what Zeng Xunhui had said to him on this road.

This time it was Han Xianxiang who asked, "Return, do you still want to go to the outside world with me?"

"Whew~~. ”

"Whew~~~. ”

Breathing, it's burning breath, and the sound is like a bellows.

And Han Xian's words are like a strange force pulling the bellows, people want to be quiet, but the force is not only the wind does not stop, but the burning breath in the throat is mixed with fishy sweetness.

It's weird.

It was so strange that the sound of breathing squeezed into Han Xian's mind, and in the midst of this weirdness, Han Xian already wanted to stop, turn around and ask why he was so sad.

The head is low.

Through Ye Ying's budding yin, when Han Xian wanted to turn around, his gaze did fall into the fish clan land first.

There.

Black.

It's black.

It's the same as what you just saw.

Unconsciously, Han Xian's heart suddenly ached, but this pain was instantly broken by absolute joy, thinking in his heart, he was still far away from there, and far away would create a point of darkness.

As far as the eye can see, it is through the shadow of the leaves.

Then the darkness is adding a point.

Believing it, Han Xian deeply believed that it was these reasons that covered the distant places he saw with a strange blackness, and believed that his heart was relieved, and Han Xian still laughed at the answer to this kind of return.

But under the feet.

It's not a step-by-step slow.

Two steps, two steps, two steps.

It's not eager, but a very normal urge in the dark, urging Han Xian to move faster, how long is this forest **?

In this long time, Han first did not wait for the echo to return.

But it's not silent.

There is a sound mixed with a fishy and sweet sound, Lin ** and even the end, at this end, it is the light of the sun sprinkled on people's faces, and all reasons should be hidden under the sun, Han Xian can see it.

But.

At the moment when Han Xian walked out of the tree-lined path, his body did turn around without warning, and this time there was nothing to hide.

Haggard.

Haggard.

Mournful.

In Han Xian's gaze, which was magnified by everything, that face was absolutely pale, but in this paleness, there was indeed a stiff and dead black look.

Stupid.

Dull.

Haggard and dumbfounded.

Withered and dull.

What the eye saw was that he was looking for the return, and he stood on the spot in an instant.

"Whew~~. ”

Han first turned around abruptly, and now after meeting Xunhui's brief gaze, he turned around in an instant, why is this?

Han Xian was scared.

Han Xian sensed fear from the pale and black death that he had returned.

Looking forward is to see.

There?

Black.

Black!

"Whew~~. ”

The wind is cold, the wind is moving, and people are so cold.

In this cold, it was Han Xian's momentary stupidity, but this stupidity was the stupidity of his face, and his feet were indeed flying thunder, what did he see, what did Han Xian see?

Black.

Dead black.

The black of the ashes.

Three steps, three steps, three steps.

Three steps and one jump, jump into three steps