Is the face hidden by the knees alarmed by the long oblique sunlight, or disturbed by the trembling shadow outside the door, in such a world, there are people who are as sad as themselves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Who is he, a lonely man like himself?

If Qin Murong didn't know, it must be unexpected, the cold person finally gave up torturing this dark corner, he was a beautiful girl in the boudoir, and he was a sad and weak person, carrying Han Xian's gift, Qin Murongruo's footsteps fell in the sun.

There are only shadows that have been stretched, this warm world still has nothing to do with Qin Murong, the coldness of the whole body has not changed in the slightest, and the scars on that pretty face set off that face even more pale.

When the sunlight stretched the shadows, Qin Mu Rongruo knew who the person who was trembling in the battle of the sunshine was.

Is this something to be thankful for?

It turned out that he was not alone in the tragic world, because he was afraid that he would hide in the darkness and shiver, but he was indeed so cold when he stood in the sun.

Was he also afraid?

Han Xian's suffering, Qin Murong didn't know, but if she still stopped moving forward because of contemplation, then maybe Han Xian's fear would kill him.

Fortunately, it may be curiosity or sympathy for the lover.

The footsteps were lifted a little bit closer to Han Xian's lonely back, the closer he got to Qin Mu Rongruo's heart, the heavier he became, and he could feel that his body was very cold, but this person who was not far from him did make him feel that his heart was almost frozen?

Is the sadness in him too weird?

It was already Qin Mu Rongruo's efforts to be able to think of this, because her brain was still sinking in deep sorrow at the moment, if it wasn't for Han Xian's back that made him find a trace of familiarity with it, it would not have broken Qin Mu Rongruo's brain, which was already very extravagant to even think, at most it was to support her to walk to Han Xian's side and feel his death.

The gentle footsteps fell to the ground, and the little sound was inaudible to Han Xian, who had lost his life, everything in his body was frozen by the heart demon, and the soul was about to be buried, and it was even more difficult to find hope for life from the inaudible footsteps.

The elongated shadows staggered on the ground, Qin Murong must have wanted to see what would make Han Xian so fascinated and so sad in the distance.

The staggered shadows separated in the leap of footsteps, Han Xian's saw it, and Qin Mu Rongruo also saw it.

The same thing is that the distant mountains must be dark, and the difference is that those who come out of the lonely corner do not see their inner demons under the dark dense forest, let alone be dragged into them.

Qin Murong turned to the side of the plate, his gaze stayed on Han Xian's side, and his face immediately climbed into shock.

Why, above such sunlight, there is a pale hoarfrost on the man's face, can it be explained by the cold alone?

When he finally noticed Han Xian's eyes, he saw that he was of course godless, of course he was sluggish.

But in Qin Murongruo's opinion, the godlessness and sluggishness are more like dying of rapid old age, and she really thinks that what she sees with her eyes is true, this life opportunity that will be given to her by Shenfeng is slowly passing, and it has reached a critical point, maybe the next moment of fresh life is just a name left in her heart.

Qin Murong knew Han Xian's name, but her mouth was already filled with rapid breathing, and it was difficult to make the slightest sound, was this the Grim Reaper's determination to kill Han Xian and his own demons?

Fortunately, Qin Murong Ruo was not a person who had already faked his death like Han Xian, and his hand was lifted with difficulty in the trembling shadow, and he approached Han Xian's shoulder.

Of course, Qin Murong was a strong-willed person, otherwise he would not have survived such a blow.

This distance was far away for the hands that wanted to get close to Han Xian.

But fortunately, it was not too late, Qin Mu Rongruo's hand had already fallen on Han Xian's shoulder.

.......

In the deep dense forest, I still saw the deep shadows of the high branches, but Han Xian, who had sunk into corruption, had already seen the straw floating in the thin air.

Living life, things that can flutter are enough for Han Xian, and it is precisely because the life of the straw and the way the air flutters in the straw pierce the dead silence that imprisons the eyeballs.

A little bit of living light spilled out of his pupils, his eyelids blinked slightly, where was he and why did he fall into this?

Does it really take direction and courage to move forward?

The brain must not have thought that the foot was raised, and then it fell.

It was an ordinary step for Han Xian, and the deep world he saw with his eyes, whether it was the dense shadow of the high branches or the corruption on the soles of his feet, was scattered like a remnant flower in the wind.

......

The body under the palm of his hand was trembling slightly, and it must have been the thawed body that gave Qin Mu Rongruo the power to call, and his teeth opened lightly: "Han Xian~~~." ”

For this world, this call is still slight, but now the person who listens to it is different, Han Xian's soul has seen the straw and kicked through the depths.

It was this call that completely shattered the oppression of Han Xian in this world at this time, and this kind of gentleness is no different from that of my loved ones.

Han Xian's head turned slightly, still looking at Qin Mu Rongruo with a blank expression, but Qin Mu Rongruo must have been able to see a little light struggling from that godless eye.

Is it his own courage, or is it the power of the struggling light in Han Xian's eyes.

Qin Mu Rongruo's face actually exuded a shallow smile, although he still had infinite sadness, he could still see that he was concerned.

"Khooth!"

It still takes the last fire to break through the confinement of this world on Han Xian, and the phaseless divine blade was forced to the ground by Qin Murongruo, and the struggle in Han Xian's eyes was completely strengthened, and the radiance completely occupied the eye sockets.

Where do you seem to have seen that face in front of you?

In Han Xian's heart, Qin Murongruo's smile at the moment was deep into the bone marrow, and those eyes couldn't see the mutilation on her face, as if she had never been strange, especially with a hand on her shoulder, the strange feeling was even more intimate.

A helpless smile spread across Han Xian's face, and Qin Murong Ruo also saw something, fortunately, that face was covered up with gray and black and mutilated, otherwise the crimson would definitely make Han Xian stunned again.

"Thank you!"

Han Xian's faint voice pressed the heads of both of them deep into their chests.

The grass on the ground once again became the darling of Han Xian's gaze, and this time they were not alone, not only did they have one more person who admired them, but even their own delicate bodies that had once been impressed by the sun stood proudly again.

Han must not have thought that his former self had already thought that 'they were dead', and in front of him, their leaves were still slight, but this really proved that they were still alive and strong.

Han Xian saw that Qin Murong could also see it thoroughly, those memories that tried his best to bury his heart came one after another, they were just yesterday, and now he is not as good as the grass in front of him.

Because the grass is not alone, she has many, many companions around her, and herself, who was already alone yesterday, drifted alone in this world.

I was afraid of the light that was sprinkled on my body, but I didn't want to hide anymore.

Those words were not said to me by my brother alone, if Qin Murong heard it now, that voice contained all the people of the Qin Mu clan, and even the obsessions of the ancestors in the ancestral hall, even if it was a thousand hardships and difficulties, I, Qin Mu Rongruo, would definitely be able to smash the enemies of the Qin Mu clan.

Such a person, such an obsession, if Qin Murong is determined not to allow himself to be decadent, those thriving grasses in Han Xian's eyes can only make the flame of revenge in her heart even higher.

In fact, this Qiu Yan didn't need to be reminded by grass, because Qin Murong wore that thing on his chest and tortured this fragile person all the time.

She didn't know where the enemy was, but she hadn't thought about it, because in her opinion, it was much easier to know who he was than to kill someone who could destroy the Qinmu Manchus.

They stood for a long time, and no one knew, but what they knew was that the sun in heaven was tired.

Losing the color of the sun, the color of the grass was also sad, Han Xian's brows furrowed slightly, but he was relieved in an instant, the voice in the dream echoed in his ears again, and his eyes were also alarmed by the sound in his ears.

The sparse rustling sound drifted into the hearts of Han Xian and Qin Mu Rongruo along with the wind.

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