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"Little thief, get out of here" Although the fist shattered the air, how could Han Xian be willing, he bounced up from the ground and pounced on the 'demon'.

But before the anger could distort the face, the stunned landed on Han Xian's happy face again.

The cowbell-like eyes opened wide, and they swept around, how could there be any trace of the 'demon', but in Han Xian's opinion, this was the most terrifying, and hiding it must be preparing to kill himself with one blow.

Does Han Xian have a clear understanding of his strength?

He has always only overestimated himself, and as for the 'demon', in Han Xian's opinion, his strength is completely abominable and hateful.

If the 'demon' wants to kill Han Xian, does it still need to hide in the air?

Those cowbell-like eyes cut out every inch of gray mist space over and over again, but I always felt that every 'demon' could be hidden, and my body was aimed at by a cold arrow.

Now Han Xian feels that there is a long knife on his neck, as long as he moves slightly, it is possible that he will really kiss himself.

People who don't dare to move, only blink their eyes without thinking, and a long time has passed, is such a long time really just proving the 'demon' evaluation of Han Xian?

No one can tell the current Han Xian, there is a slight sweat oozing from the tip of his nose, and the fear in his eyes is becoming more and more solemn, but after waiting for a long time, the imaginary one-blow fight has not yet come, and the knife across his neck has not yet fallen.

Is it entirely the credit of your own vigilance?

The place was empty, and no one came to remind Han Xian that it was time to put away his thick stupidity, and all of this depended on his courage, and there was finally a trace of ruthlessness in his jealous eyes.

How precious this is, if there is no trace of fierceness, then Han Xian's stupidity all over his body does not know how long it will take.

With a slight flick of his fingers, the cold arrow hidden in the deep gray mist did not fall, but the solemn look on Han Xian's face did not let go, but because of his small actions, his eyes were more cautious.

The neck twisted slightly, very hard, more like looking behind him in fear.

The empty world was destined to be Han Xian alone, and a trace of ridicule flashed involuntarily on his face, but he didn't understand whether he was laughing at himself or laughing at the stupidity of the 'demon'.

His head turned slightly, and he spat out softly: "X, when did you leave, don't say hello." ”

Of course, he won't laugh at himself for too long, this world is not really empty, or in Han Xian's opinion, the "demon" has been frightened by his powerful aura and fled, the long knife that floats silently on the ground is a good proof. ’

What the enemy dropped, in Han Xian's opinion, was his spoils.

I didn't pick it up last time, but I will definitely succeed once, Han Xian took a deep breath, and his strength was all gathered towards his arm, obviously his eyes flashed with full confidence.

Everything around was so quiet that Han Xian didn't dare to listen to his breathing, because the feeling of the long knife across his neck appeared clearly again.

And the hand has already reached out, Han Xian can't turn back, even if the knife is really across the neck, his hand must desecrate the majesty of the long knife.

The cold sweat on the tip of his nose oozed out again, because Han Xian could touch the slender blade of the demon knife as long as he straightened his fingers.

But of course Han Xian didn't dare.

The strength of the whole body seemed to be all gathered on the fingers, and there was only a trace of supporting strength left in the backbone, which pushed Han Xian's clumsy body closer to the demon knife with great difficulty.

Even if it is hard, the efforts of the backbone are successful, if the middle finger is not afraid, then he will definitely encounter it, and sure enough, the middle finger that adheres to Han Xian's whole body will does not disappoint.

"X, x, x, I know you're hiding....!"

The moment his fingers touched the blade, everything he saw was spinning, and his soul shook violently, and in Han Xian's opinion, the long knife across his neck finally fell, and it was still so sharp.

"Bang!"

The two eyes rolled black, and Han Xian completely fainted.

.....

A Zen monk gently recited a Buddha name: "Amitabha, I still don't have a choice." His eyes calmly watched Han Xian's majestic body fall to the ground, but he shook his head slightly, and his eyes closed and continued to recite his supreme Buddhist scriptures.

In the deep darkness of the night, the sun also has a time when it pierces everything.

The sunlight sprinkled on the face of a Zen monk through the shadow of the leaves, and the Buddha who had been chanting all night, and the people who had been waiting all night, his eyes still opened helplessly, and his eyes fell on the two people who were sleeping dead or faked death on the ground, and sighed softly: "I still haven't dodged it." ”

Shook his head slightly, wiped a handful of dew on his face, washed his face, and said hello Yun Xiao threw Han Xian and Qin Mu Rongruo on the ground on its body, fortunately, both of them were too tired, otherwise they would jump up and fight to the death with a Zen monk.

The donkey carries the people, and the donkey leads the horse, walking into the sunshine together, climbing the mountains together, and stepping into the ancient temple together.

.....

The faint brilliance of light broke through the thick eyelids with difficulty, and Han Xian's soul eyes opened gently, seeing that of course it was strange, but there was indeed a trace of familiarity in the strangeness.

And it was because of a little familiarity that Han Xian was even more confused: "Where is this?"

Under Han Xian's efforts, his eyes finally expelled the blur caused by drowsiness, but the confusion was still there, and the light that bloomed quietly in the small space.

The light on the face feels so comfortable, as peaceful as the sun.

That face was almost stunned again, but Han Xian's stunned image didn't last long, and the extreme joy shot out of his eyes, and the whole person jumped up with joy.

And it was not only the soul that sank in the heart that jumped up, but even the majestic body jumped up happily.

How could such a crazy move not disturb the people beside him, Qin Murongruo opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he could see was blood-colored tears silently passing through the corners of his eyes, and what he could imagine was that he didn't know how long he cried in his dream.

And when he woke up, it was not a familiar person who appeared in front of him, and the crazy look on his face was not just an amplification of ridicule, and when the question of where he was did not appear in his heart, his palm had already waved.

"Smack!"

In such a quiet place, this slap definitely has the effect of surviving the beam for three days, and this slap not only successfully woke up the proud Han Xian, but also successfully beat him into dementia.

The two of them looked at Qin Mu Rongruo in confusion in their godless eyes, and the slap also successfully pushed Qin Mu Rongruo further into the abyss, where is this, what is even more sad is why he is in bed, the sadness is that he is on the other side of the bed with that hateful person.

The feeling of dizziness rushed to his head again, but Qin Murongruo did not let himself fall, he struggled to get up, he couldn't be regarded as getting up, and when he turned sideways, he fell from the bed to the ground very tragically.

At this moment, Han Xian had not yet recovered his soul from the pain of Qin Mu Rongruo's slap, and the two godless eyes watched the once proud woman escape from her world with difficulty.

No matter what unfortunate things happened today, Han Xian's excitement could not be diluted, and his hand involuntarily stroked the beaten face, and his smile was already flashing.

The mind sank into the heart.

Han Xian's hands were like holding his lover's face, gently holding the origin of the star map that exuded brilliance, and there was not only a strong love in his eyes, but also the color of happiness that his wish had been fulfilled.

yes, how long did Han Xian wait.

People who used to feel ecstatic about his appearance, who once almost collapsed their faith in survival because he extinguished, or who once ignited the hope of survival because of the appearance of a little starlight for him.

And now in that eye, the beloved thing in his hand, there is still a little starlight, it is definitely the noon sun, shining on Han Xian's faceplate, and illuminating Han Xian's path of hope.

That hope is still leaf-shaped, but the only difference from the past is that the current star map origin is no longer a leaf, now Han Xian's hope has grown, his eyes are counted over and over again, and he hums softly in his mouth: "There are five, who can say that I am a burden?"

The excited brain did not forget the loss because of what was in front of him, and remembered what others had said, it was not resentment, but a kind of pride of Han Xian, the desire to fight side by side with important people, from now on, he was not the person who needed to hide in the middle of the array and needed protection, his own knife was also sharp, and he could also smash the enemy's body.

Those eyes became more and more obsessed, but Han Xian didn't think about why he suddenly appeared in his heart?

Of course, I didn't think about it, in Han Xian's heart, isn't this the result of his own efforts?

As for other people's efforts, of course Han Xian didn't know, and all of this was the credit of Yizen, if it weren't for his efforts, whether it was Han Xian's body or Han Xian's origin, it would still be broken.

Of course, those five Dao leaves also have the icing on the cake of the demon sword, and there is also the power of Han Xian's pure soul to steal from the blood-colored one zen.

Of course, Han Xian's cognition will not thank them, in his opinion, everything is the result of hard work, and this is a manifestation of the facts, without Han Xian's efforts, all this is just a dream.

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