Such disgust cannot change the direction of the unphased soldiers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone has their own place to go, and they all took steps in the direction where Han ran first.

In the same way, their footsteps are also a little anxious, what are they anxious about, Han Xian's expression can still understand the nervousness, Han Xian's should be said to be panic, and what is Han Xian panicking?

Of course, because the Wuxiang soldiers don't want to die, they have to redouble their efforts today, and no one wants to talk about the fall of the Hanning Ministry, and no one wants to mention it, but no one can do it without thinking about it, even if they think about it, what can they do, they can decide too little about success or failure, but they must go all out to work hard, because they don't want to die yet.

Could it be that Han Xian panicked about this, and he didn't want to die, right?

Of course this is right, but this is not pure, it must be mixed with the loss of his most important thing, the origin did not accompany Han Xian for a long time, but now people can't live without him, because that is also the source of glory, without him, Han Xian's tears told Han Xian why are you alive?

In fact, the tears are right, if there is no thing that can survive, can Han Xian survive, and do people who have no opposite merits have preferential treatment?

I don't know if Guan Hanning can be distracted to save Han Xian next time, it is obvious that what Shangwu needs in this place are those who have always been able to make meritorious contributions, and they will eat for a lifetime if they fight hard?

Han Xian's little credit was not enough.

There is still light in front of him, this person must not have completely detached himself from his sleep, why can't those big eyes catch the light.

The darkness in front of him did not make Han Xian disoriented, at most let him roll in the ditch a few more times.

Where do you want to go, of course it's a fierce horse farm, it's their habit to take the horse first, and it's their habit to get the gun first, and where will Han Xian go first, what's the point of the horse, the horse is riding well, can you escape with your life in the sky full of arrows?

Maybe it's possible, but will it get you glory?

That's impossible, Wuxiang has never heard of it, run fast and get the supreme glory, and all this only a gun, and only a gun can smash all enemies and win the supreme glory.

I can remember where the gun was placed, and the last impression was, of course, that it was projected by itself, and it was staggering, but it was going to the center of the battlefield.

How can such a person go to such a place, the heart is completely in charge of everything, and that heart tells Han Xian that he has been waiting for a long time in that place, and even if he is going through hardships and hardships, Han Xian will not give up.

Although the darkness in the atrium climbed up to his head and blinded his eyes, he was very convinced in his heart that the mischievous green light must be hiding in a corner and refusing to come out, and he must have forgotten to come out when he was tired of playing.

The dry mouth numb repeated the affirmation in his heart: "It must be like this, it must be like this, when he wakes up, he will definitely be able to remember the way out, don't worry too much, as long as my hands touch the barrel of the gun, I will definitely be able to lead him back to where he should be." ”

Thinking like this, how solid is it?

The tiredness on his face, the panic on his face, did not diminish in the slightest.

Han Xian chose the direction, and shouted in his heart, I am here, you must wait for me. And those behind him will follow the people who are drunk in the morning?

Curious as they were, everyone knew that curiosity was not as important as their own lives, and they headed towards their fiery horses.

There is always something special in this world, is he really curious, doesn't he care about his own life?

Of course, people who have a plan in their hearts don't care about curiosity, and everyone cherishes their lives, but the hard work that has created his perseverance today, what he wants to do, and what he should do is clearer.

Wu Jitang knew that he should follow the drunken man, and the man's back told him that you had to be by his side at this moment.

But Wu Jitang didn't dare to approach, even Han first rolled into the ditch, and he didn't want to help, the same thing, the back of that person told him, I can stand up by myself.

If Han really stood up first, using both hands and feet, even if it is climbing, I can come to your side.

Wu Jitang's eyes narrowed slightly, he exhaled a long breath in his chest, and muttered to himself, "Is it finally here?"

Can a person who is dark in front of him perceive the sound of a sharp edge in the air?

Han Xian heard it, otherwise the gray face would not be bloody. How not to be in a hurry, people who want to climb the hill quickly, even use their hands, rush and climb to the top of the mountain.

The high place really has his wonders, the wind has never stopped, the hair mixed with mud is tightly attached to the face, and the rows of cold fronts on the opposite side of the mountain have long been looking at the sky and roaring.

The wind was really magical, and the person who was originally breathing turbid breath actually stood still on the hillside, and his eyes were quietly closed, and his breathing slowed down. What happened to the person on the mountain, and how could Wu Jitang under the mountain guess.

All he can do is stand here and follow Han Xian closely, if he doesn't move, what will I move.

The person who breathed evenly, was he feeling, feeling the warmth of the cold front in the air?

This time, the color of blood completely broke through the gray, and the sun-like smile refilled this face, could it be that the origin of the star map hidden in the endless darkness had found its way home.

Han Xian's smile couldn't break the darkness of that place, and what was this smile for?

It was the wind, it was the wind that came to his face, because he found a warm cry from the wind, Han Xian knew that there must be something he wanted in it, and the one who wanted it had been waiting in the wind for a long time, and the redness on his face was ignited by him.

Since he had what he wanted in it with ten degrees of certainty, why did he still have to rub around in this place, shouldn't he have taken it into his hands earlier?

Of course it should, but because of the temperature of the whole body being ignited by the spear, this person has the ability to think, and that slightly flushed face, Han Xian still wants. It was more because of fear, because the darkness and cold in his heart did not dissipate because of the appearance of the gun, and Han Xian was afraid of crying undisguised in front of the faceless people.

So he was silent, even though he missed it very much, and he was very eager, and his legs chose to watch quietly in the wind.

Those faceless people knew that Han Xian was in a hurry, and the faint trembling on the ground was not proving their proximity, their eyes were attracted by those whistling figures, and the envy in their eyes was undisguised, how much they wanted to be like them, howling, the Dao power in their hands flowed, and they turned sideways slightly, and they could grasp the spear that they could miss for a night in their hands with a light probe of the ape arm.

The phaseless fierce horses that came and went like the wind looted the ground in the blink of an eye, and the cold front that was still spitting a faint blue light in the sunlight would feel lonely.

Of course, the faint blue light was blaming Han Xian for not daring to approach.

Will you still be waiting?

That face was preserved, and the person in Wu Jitang's eyes disappeared, but with a long sigh, Wu Jitang climbed the hillside in a few days, and his eyes quickly located the person who was rolling in the mud.

Thinking replaces black, in order to confuse the senses, the ground is a pit and a ditch, and Han Xian chooses to roll and climb over.

The cold front that danced with a faint blue light in the cold wind made those dry and godless eyes glow again, even though they were rolling. Crawl and I will come to you.

The cold front that looks at the sky, but is it his own?

Will Han Xian admit his mistake, this gun must be the spear he used to pierce the enemy's chest, how could such a familiar relative have the possibility of admitting his mistake.

Han Xian stopped in front of the gun, and Wu Jitang also looked at the back and stopped.

Han Xian's eyes only have guns, Wu Jitang's eyes have that back, Wu Jitang's eyes are like a loving mother, his heart is quietly lifted, waiting for the trembling hands to touch the flowing and glorious gun body.

Han Xian moved, obviously the temptation in front of him was too infatuated, even if it was the beginning of the endless abyss, Han Xian would accept it unconditionally.

That must not dare, as if there was a beating flame in front of him, and that hand and that finger were trembling in the wind, but now even if there was a flame in front of him, Han Xian had to verify it.

The fingers are getting closer inch by inch, how far away is this distance, why is that finger so slow, but how slow it is, there are times when it touches.

There must not be flames ahead, it must be cold ice that emits cold air, because the shaking fingers are too obvious, sure enough...

"Squeak~. ”

Wu Jitang's eyes widened, although he was so far away, his ears could still clearly catch the sound, it was still so far away, but his eyes could also see the frost-stained joints of his fingers.

Don't you still understand what happened, have you ever let go of the heart that you mentioned?

Put it down and put it into the abyss.

"This must not be true. Han Xian's head shook violently, obviously not believing this attempt, the eyes flashed like a wolf's ghostly light, bursting out of the determination of death, the hand was half shaking, this time it was not an attempt of fingers, but the grip of the entire palm, obviously Han Xian had no reservations, and grabbed it with both hands.

Isn't the sound of the ice condensing clear enough?

Is it that the hands are taken down involuntarily, the body, the eyes that shimmer with wolf light are not frozen by the cold ice of ten thousand years, why is the light still so strong, and it is definitely not shaken for half a minute.

Han Xian's entire body leaned up, obviously the decision swayed his brain, the gun had to be off the ground, and it had to be pulled out by itself.

Do the roots under the soil know this person's determination, and what can they do, those who dare to approach ordinary people must freeze you, and ants can shake the tree.

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