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From that place of the end, people withered and died in the dimness of blood, and now, they are reborn in the withering of blood. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The purpose is the absolute pride in the pride.

Thinking is always the simplest, thinking about everything is very simple, and asking Han Xian how he will regain the glory of the beginning from the end of blood?

"Hmph~~. ”

Seeing a cold snort in his mouth, he whispered, 'Who said that I have no blood.' ’

When the eyes were raised, they looked into the broken night sky, and when they fell into the body that was almost dead covered by snow, the blood of this body was still, but this still represented the stillness of death, and there was still a little residual warmth.

"That's enough. ”

In the soul tremble, it is the dance of the arms, in the manipulation, in the death of the 'enlightenment' to control itself, to regain control of one's own life.

In the darkness, shadows emerged.

In the deep cold, the intention is surging.

Still in the star map, the fingers of the soul saw the blood shadow floating, Han Xian was pulling them, they were carrying the life of Qi.

"Whew~~. ”

The breath exhaled slightly, and his eyes immediately fell on the withered and yellow Dao tree in front of him.

The green of the leaves is gone, the blood of the leaves is gone, and the eyes of the soul see these things, and the eyes that see them say, 'The beginning of one's birth begins here.'" ’

Holding your breath and concentrating, the soul is light to float before the withered zodiac leaves.

The body stops, and the hand begins.

At the beginning of the outline, the blood color is pulled by a minute, the fingers pull the blood to stir the main stem of the dead leaves, and a red branch is left, and the fingers are around the leaves.

The veins are not only the main stem with the buds, it is the whole web, almost impermeable net, people need to be careful, how carefully are the veins distributed?

Han Xian's eyes and hands were so careful.

"Heh~~. ”

Yan is smiling.

"Whew~~. ”

A slight breath in his smile.

This smile is a compliment to his work, and this breath is because he has completed the work perfectly, and the leaf in front of his eyes, under the portrayal of the blood of the hand, once again lights up the color of blood.

Lights up?

Whose compliment?

Who would praise so contrary to his will, can the attachment of this bloodline be called light?

No way.

This is just the sight of the eyes to comfort the soul, Han Xian is smart, smart he knows that he needs this comfort too much if he doesn't give up.

The essence of the bloodshot leaves in front of you, what is it?

It is the blood thread carved on the withered yellow leaves, although it can not be described as exquisite, but the essence of the attachment cannot be changed, and the blood line is incompatible with the withered yellow leaves.

Scold~~~.

It was the laughter, it was the laughter of Han Xian's slight breath, in front of him, the leaf that had been engraved with blood with high hopes was trembling under the disturbance of the slight breath.

This trembling directly turned Han Xian's face white.

The extreme paleness, the chaos is trembling, the trembling is drifting away, the leaves are leaving the branches, and the leaves that have been sketched under their hard work and concentration are ruthlessly drifting away.

"Giggle~~~. ”

The teeth are cutting, Han Xian's soul wants to grasp, when grasping, grasping, is grasping?

Reach out!

Why don't you stretch out your hand, you want to grab the hand that floats the leaves, but it stands on your body like a root, and you don't see a trace of movement, and no one keeps it, and it floats into the darkness.

Why do you want to grab it, why do you want to reach out?

Can you reach out and grab it, and what can you do after grabbing it, it is abandoned by the tree, it is it that abandons the tree, and it cannot be retained without retention.

The face was engrossed in a smile when he saw it, and his hands were finely outlined, and when he stopped and fell, he didn't see joy, let alone a trace of breath.

The whole tree is full of withered yellow leaves, and it is too early to see red for a leaf.

Don't stop, the fingers are pulling another leaf, and the fingers are constantly moving, and the soul flashes between the shadows of the leaves.

Indulge in it.

In this intoxication, I don't know how many bloody leaves dimly withered into eternal black death, and the eyes went from caring about them to giving up on them completely.

People never get tired of it.

"Heh~~. ”

People stopped, they really laughed, this time it was not for a leaf, nor for a branch and leaf, but because the trees were full of blood.

"Whew~~. ”

What was that?

Is it a slight exhalation after laughing?

Han Xian's face was smiling, but he didn't dare to breathe out cautiously, this voice was the sound of the wind, this voice was the 'Qidi' Those mocking eyes drilled into the star map.

They are presumptuous.

They laughed uncontrollably in their presumptuousness, and the sound shook everything.

The surprise was to solidify Han Xian, but this shock was indeed the bitterness that shattered Han Xian's soul, and the bloody leaves of the tree, under the roar of this mocking demon wind, all left the branches and threw away their roots.

The leaves departed, turning into powder and falling into absolute darkness

"Huh~~. ”

The teeth are biting, the teeth of the soul can still be bitten, this time it is still dumbfounded, in this dumb gaze, watching the efforts come to nothing, watching the blood leaves that he has high hopes for drift into the darkness.

Catch, catch, want to catch?

Can't catch it.

People can't catch it, this godless person doesn't know how to start, let alone how to catch it, so he can only watch it so godlessly.

This godlessness is the color that mockery delights in.

This time, in Qidi's view, Han Xian is really finished, and Han Xian is really dead.

He's dead?

It's true?

The soul can still stand, those eyes are godless, but this godlessness is still bright, he can still stand and see.

"Whew~~. ”

Spit sounds.

This time it was easy, and this time it was his own breath that rolled through Han Xian's throat.

When everything is fake, people are lost, and after silence, people find ease in this loss.

Counting the dead branches of the tree is like a kind of farewell.

The leaves are gone, so what does the tree do to live?

"Haha~~~. ”

Laughter, abrupt laughter, Han Xian's soul floating in the air, can still laugh out loud, is it life and death let go, look down?

"Haha~~~. ”

No.

Not like.

This laugh is absolute excitement, and this excitement is mixed with the slightest rampant.

"Whew~~. ”

The body moved into a hurry, Han Xian's face was pressed into the branch of the Dao tree, and in the closer look, in the closer look: "That's a trace of green," and the joy was superimposed on the discovery of the eyes.

One point on top of one point.

Do seven points of supremacy, these seven points are the joy of life, and these seven points are the starting point of oneself.

Starting point.

The seven-point green is the most essential color, and the Tao itself is given by the seven leaves of this essence, and now they are the green hidden among the branches.

It's a start.

The continuation of this beginning is really a matter of course, and it is a real breeze to know

"Wow~~. ”

In an instant, the entire dim star map was making bright colors, and at this moment, the sky was lit up with the light of the stars, and in an instant, the body was warm again.

"Haha~~. ”

Man jumped up from the lonely grave in the snowdrift, with a smile on his face and no trace of sorrow.

Look up to the sky and laugh.

Words: "Haha, your ridicule should be over, you can't kill me, you will only use these pickling methods, can you really show up in a battle?"

"Really?"

Abruptly, I saw the echo, and the sky resounded with echoes.

Han Xian was stunned, and the excited look in his eyes was the first to break through this surprise stunned, he was not afraid of real knives and guns, but he was afraid of those strange methods hidden in the shadows.

"Hum~~. ”

What was that?

This is the voice that the eyes see, is this the appearance of the First Battle, is this the Enlightenment Sky of the Manifestation of the First Battle, what are those?

There was a bewitching red in his eyes.

What are those, Han Xian, who is seeing it with his eyes, knows deeply, those are the greedy fire-colored birds that steal their efforts, they appear again, what is their greed trying to steal this time?

"Heh~~. ”

Han Xian's teeth tapped and laughed, he didn't care at all about what they wanted to steal, because he knew in his heart that this time they would definitely be torn apart by themselves.

"Sunfront. ”

The sound is roaring, as it once was.

As the words were spoken, the Taijitu Pisces jumped out, and it was the autonomous brave singing head-on, the fire-colored bird was diving, and Han Xian was pounced to meet the attack.

"Crack ~~. ”

The fire-colored bird fell into the sunfront.

The sun front caught the fire-colored bird, and it was Pisces who reversed into strangulation.

"Whew~~. ”

The sky is still full of wings, and the sky is still the shadow of wings, they are landing, this landing is affecting Han Xian's panic, and his eyes are frightened when he sees it.

Those birds, with their feathered bodies, were not disturbed by the sun front.

Those birds shook the feathers of the showy shuttle with the sun and nothing, and in their heyday, they couldn't even do a trace of stagnation.

Moment.

It was an instant, it used to be a peep at Han Xian's efforts, but this time it was a peek at Han Xian's body.

"Chirp~~. ”

The chirping is the call of birds, and they disperse in a short moment of gathering.

There was nothing, Han Xian's body used to stand in that place, and now there was not even a single cold hair left in that place, not a single shadow.

He's dead?

"Thorn~~. ”

The sky thundered, and the sky was pouring rain.

Han Xian swept around, and said in surprise: "Here?"

This is where it is, here is the other end of the hillside after being swallowed by ten thousand birds, this is the place where the young and promising, where I used to kill a bright red and bright.

"Boom~~. ”

What a familiar sound.

His eyes followed the voice, and he wondered, 'There?'

What is there, there is a unicorn that swoops down from the hillside, the muscular power explodes and the hooves are flying, it's them.

"Heh~. ”

A wicked smile appeared on Han Xian's young face again.

"Killing them was like killing chickens, but now it's just another bloody repetition of killing chickens. ”

"Whew~~. ”

The body is high and ascending into the air, and the powerful bow in the hand is visible, and the proud people have forgotten that the arrows in their pockets have long been empty.

"Whew~~. ”

There was no need to remember it at all, Han Xian didn't have a chance to remember it at all, a blue breath spitted cold, and just when Han Xian just controlled the strong bow in his hand, it went straight to his chest.

"Poof~~. ”

This sound was not a bloody tremble, but the body was directly frozen into pieces by the cold breath, and even the mind was frozen.

"Bang~~. ”

Hitting the ground, the eyes saw in the ice, those hooves approached, and instantly stepped on the body, and the muscles exploded and the unicorn that ran did not stop.

They left, only mud behind them, as for Han Xian?

There was only mud there.

He's dead?

"Whew~~~. ”

The wind was blowing so cold, and I saw it all around, and this time I instantly remembered where these trees were standing, and this was the jungle where I was chasing unicorns.

"Boom~~. ”

Sound.

When Han Xian heard the voice, he didn't even think about it, so he ran directly, and he knew what was behind him without looking, it was definitely a unicorn.

It was a unicorn.

Once, Han first chased it into the jungle, and now it is still this jungle, Han Xian threw away all the nobility, and was chased by it with the courage to run, run, run, run.

Nonstop.

In front of me is light, in sight, that is the other end, in front of me there is a warm swaddling cloth.

Han Xian ran too slowly, and Han Xian couldn't run away.

"Bang~~. ”

There was a unicorn in front of him, and the horns of the skull were directly on the backbone, and he was picked up, and he was thrown into the warm swaddling clothes.

"Wow~~. ”

The body is still in a familiar place, the small ditch is the small ditch that used to be, the cliff made of the low slope is still dangerous grass Xinxin, now as at that time, they all know deeply that the cold here will eat people, if their body is still soaking here, death is the only way.

Lift.

Catch.

Dangerous weeds.

"Click~~. ”

This voice had already been prepared in his mind, and his teeth were tenacious and successfully gnawed into the dirt, and his face was smiling as he was then, because he was as steady as he was then.

"Huh~~. ”

What was that?

Did Han Xian hear it?

He didn't have to hear, because he was feeling with his mouth that the tooth that had gnawed into the dirt was broken, broken into the dirt.

"Wow~~. ”

Faced to the sky and fell into the water.

"Hehe~~~. ”

The smile is a blood-stained smile, and this time Han Xian is affirming the sound of 'death,' it is real, it has always been true.