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In dreams.

Brilliant red.

Fragrant.

Red-faced, smiling, showing off Qiong's nose, stealing fragrance.

"Hehe~~. ”

"It smells good, mother, you see, this flower smells so good," dancing with hands and feet is so excited, smiling and pleasing to be happy, smiling to guide the face, a total of flowers, picking flowers and holding mercy in the hand.

The face is tilted, and the mother color is reflected in the air.

"Mother, look. ”

"Hehe~~. ”

Ci was laughing, laughing at the bent over and gently hugged the fairy in the flowers, and whispered in a soft voice full of pampering on his face: "Ruo'er is such a beautiful flower, is it for my mother?"

"Hehe~~. ”

The woman in her arms was laughing.

When the girl in her arms was laughing, her brows couldn't help frowning slightly, listening to her mother's words, this beautiful flower should really be given to her, and I wanted to give it to her, but, but, ...... Looks like I'd rather give it to my brother.

Twisting.

The expression is very shy.

Kindness and kindness.

"Hehe~~. ”

Ci was smiling, his face full of sunshine couldn't close his mouth, and he couldn't help laughing: "My Ruo'er has grown up and doesn't love her mother anymore, which brother do you want to give this beautiful flower to?"

Ask?

Dreams, is this a dream?

Qin Murong ........ ”

The voice was alone, not a mockery in the air, nor a whispering illusion in my head, but my own voice.

Alone.

A man hides in a dark corner, constantly calling his name.

"Qin Mu Rongruo~~~. ”

in the dark.

It's yourself who has been abandoned.

in the dark.

It's that I have blurred the name, this surname.

In the sunshine, I have a flower, and the person I want to give it to is not only a brother, but also a mother, a father, my own brother, and my grandfather, many people, there are too many people who want to give them the flowers in their hands.

Let them know the beauty of the flowers, too.

Let them smell the fragrance of the flowers.

"What do you see?"

"Do you smell it?"

"Hehe~~~. ”

The shadow of the smiling face, the smiling face in front of you, the warm face in front of you, the kindness in front of you, do you see the beauty of the flowers, do you smell the fragrance of the flowers?

"Hehe~~. ”

People try to laugh.

So she was pale, she smiled and tried to say, "Mother, have you seen it, have you heard it, why don't you speak? Mother, Ruo'er misses you." ”

Think.

I've been thinking about it.

Those who think are always there, and those who are always there cry helplessly, when they see the darkness of the roof confirming the pale face full of tears, they also cry.

I have a flower.

Always open in the heart.

Today I give it to an older brother, hoping that he can help me let go of all the grief in my heart, and that God can help me carry all my tears.

"First. ”

Rong Ruo looked at the sky.

Looking inside, I saw Han Xian's face flushed, the sunset was empty, and I saw the courage of my brother in my heart, and he was helping himself.

"Whew~~. ”

The heat of the face is the pain of the blood in the heart, but even so, people are still not satisfied with the bow in their hands, and pull it to the maximum?

Full moon?

It's already rounded.

This roundness has reached the limit, and it is impossible to add a single slight, but Han Xian is not satisfied, why, he has shouted 'kill' thousands of times in his mouth, and the arrow of the falling sun should have been released a long time ago.

But the clasped fingers were not.

Not satisfied?

This dissatisfaction is not for the Sunfall Bow, but for oneself.

The star map still has Dao power.

The stars still have a glimmer.

Then all this means that there is still room for squeezing, so why not go all out, the Dao tree is already trembling, and the star is already faint and cold.

They have been squeezed to an extreme.

It's time.

My limit has arrived.

"Hum~~. ”

The only sound in the sky, the moment Han Xian released the Falling Sun's bowstring, the moment the three Void Flying Arrows of the Falling Sun crossed the sky, all the sounds in this world were squeezed clean by it.

Eight bursts of Gu Jun's hot breath is also good.

Han Lie's synchronous and unparalleled finger heaven and earth can no longer be counted.

Even the heartbeat that people often hammer in their chests was covered up in an instant.

Heaven and earth have only that voice.

Too many people in heaven and earth are witnessing this voice with their own eyes.

See.

Han Xian's own eyes were also seeing it, and when the flush on his face trembled with the bowstring in his hand, it was all released, and it was as pale as paper at the moment.

At this moment, Han Xian's body was swaying in the wind like a leaf on the top.

Because the leaves are tied by the branches, they can dance with the wind, not with the wind.

And what about Han Xian?

This hateful creature in front of him is not dead, why should he die, live here, continue to stand, and watch him be torn to pieces by sharp arrows.

"Hum~~. ”

There is no shadow of a flying arrow in the sky.

But the eyes could see the presence of arrows, and the air was moved.

Three shadows.

The three shadows rotate and stir endlessly.

One shadow is in the center, and the two shadows rotate around the two sides.

In the whirling motion, the air was cut into wisps of shards, turning into tail flames, fueling the arrogance of the Void Arrows.

"Hiss~~. ”

Cold eyes make for cold teeth.

Seeing it, the eyes of the Demon Star Empress Qing couldn't help but narrow slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little timid in his heart, there was no doubt that the three void arrows that tore through the air were too terrifying.

But only in an instant.

"Hmph~~. ”

Demon Star Houqing snorted coldly in her mouth, and whispered in her mouth: "What am I afraid of, Han Xian, you are dead, that place didn't kill you that day, I won't let you go today, you should have gone to accompany them a long time ago, hehe~~!"

Sneer.

Yin sneered.

It must be a surprise, right?

Demon Star Houqing's mouth is so big that it has never been closed, but the sneer in his mouth, with so much nonsense, is still so clever and clear, this confidence is really rampant.

See, the arrows, tearing through the air, but his mouth was still open.

Stretch out.

Hold on to the bigger and see the bigger.

If the face is like this, then the phantom carved on his head is even more arrogant.

I see an illusory shape to see it.

Do you want to portray the indisputable kingdom of heaven like in Yiyang?

Do you want to devour all living beings like in Yiyang?

Think of beauty?

That day was a desperate person who was blinded by his eyes, although today's sky is also very lively, but no one is a fool, the mouth of the Demon Star Queen Qing is disguised well, and the shadow that falls in the eyes of others is still the abyss.

People just watch.

Man is watching, watching him die.

Indulge in a fling at.

Sneer at.

"Fool~~~. ”

There are so many smart people in the world, and they have many mouths and tongues, how can they give up their comments on the Demon Star Houqing, and the evaluation in their mouths has already come out.

Silly.

In the eyes of too many people, the actions of the Demon Star Empress Qing are really stupid.

The mouth is so wide open, you should drink the air to your heart's content, what do you want to do now, do you want to swallow the profit into your stomach with a good tooth mouth?

Yes or no, everything is coming.

Whether you are stupid or not, it is all verified.

Sky Arrow Shadow Three Flowers.

That's the flower of the heart.

Rong Ruo watched, the flowers were spinning, branching out, and going to the fragrant paradise of his hometown in his dream.

One petal came out, and it was three arrows that were rotated, and one arrow was separated, and it was the first to rush into the teeth of the Demon Star Houqing.

"Whew~~. ”

Everyone watched, and the sharp arrow entered, and it was the arrow that he saw with his own eyes that pierced through the mouth of the Demon Star Houqing, waiting, waiting for the sharp arrow to fly out from behind his head.

Have it?

Everyone in the world has been waiting for a long time with bright eyes.

But when they arrived, the Demon Star Empress Qing's mouth was still open, and the gloom was still there.

It's calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Whew~~. ”

Seeing the flying flowers again, in Rong Ruo's teary eyes, the flowers in my heart are blooming, rotating, stirring and depicting, with fragrance to break the bright moon heaven.

A petal out, in the sight of an arrow to the mouth.

It was still what everyone could see, and the Void Arrow broke into the deep Swallowing Sky Mouth without being stopped by a single point, and crashed into it, without a sound.

Still is.

It was as if the arrow had been digested and died.

"Hiss~~. ”

The flower in the heart, the last shadow, was fragrant in the dream of yesterday's girl's heart, and that day she returned with the flower, and there were too few people who saw its beauty, and too few people who smelled its fragrance.

But today's dream comes true.

I have a lot of love for myself.

Lang first.

Under his bow, in his best efforts, his beautiful flowers can finally follow in the footsteps of their passing that day, to write about the beauty of flowers, to write about the fragrance of flowers.

Yiyang, the mouth of the demon sacrifice.

The souls of the Qin Mu clan rushed in from this mouth.

And now, the flowers that Rong Ruo wanted his relatives to see finally found their footprints and finally stepped on their footsteps.

Together.

Common.

The mouth is the one, under the absence of two arrows, the last arrow finally arrived, the footprints are there, there are traces to follow, so still from here.

"Hiss~~. ”

The last arrow.

Rushing in, the mouth that stretched out to drink the air.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind stirred every minute.

It's calm.

Everything disappeared, there was only calm under the wind, and in this calm, the mouth of the Demon Star Empress Qing was still open, and there was no change, except for Han Xian's pale face, except for Rong Ruo's tears, everything seemed to have not changed.

"Heh~~. ”

Those smart people who were watching, after a brief moment of distraction, couldn't help but laugh again, and their eyes fell on Han Xian's body.

"Hehe~~. ”

A little bit of magnification.

"They all say that he can't do it, they all say that he is going to die and play monkey, isn't this true?"

Said by one person.

After an instant, it was a lot of people talking.

They have long been ignored by themselves, trivial, and unmoved.

"Hey~~. ”

Sneer.

In front of him, it was the guy who was holding the ridicule of 'doing yesterday's show' sneering, and the Demon Star Empress Qing smiled with his huge head: "Haha, Han Xian, you ..... die today." ”

....

？？？

Finish talking about it.

Please try to finish it.

"Hum. ”

The demon light of the strong light, starting from the body of the Demon Star Houqing, just when he was still choking in his throat before he finished his words, his body protruded in a slight.

Silk.

Continuously.

Slice.

Broken.

Everywhere on the body, from the hair of the skull to the toes and nails, all the strands are broken in pieces, and this light is so bewitching.

"Ah~~. ”

The roar was so loud.

Does it hurt?

Is the face distorted by the howl of the Demon Star Hou Qing because of the pain, torn apart, the shredded light is torn apart and does not let go of any place, even the distortion on the face.

"Poof~~. ”

Something that was once silent appeared.

Open from the back of the cranium.

Sharp arrows.

Once it was colorless, and when it reappeared in front of people's eyes, the edge was stained with blood, and the blood melted brightly.

"Poof~~. ”

Ensued.

There is no trace, and it is visible.

From the postcranial back.

Sharp arrows.

The void is endless, dyed the color of pale bones, and this arrow comes out of the bones of the Demon Star Houqing, in the shape of broken bones.

"Poof~~. ”

Don't stop, keep going.

The faint black light is cold.

Void and flawless, dusty, and the entire arrow is all provoked with black corruption, which is the black that pierces the heart and destroys the demon star.

"Whew~~. ”

Shine in the sky, in the sky.

What about the clamor of the past?

The head is lowered.

What about the arrogance of the past?

The body is torn.

Deepening, aggravating, wisps of dilapidation are just around the corner.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows.

"Boom. ”

Falling apart.

The fragments become slag, and the slag becomes powder.

Scum, scum everywhere.