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The eyes that were shining with light, Huo Ran opened them, but Han Xian was indeed stupid again, and his eyes, which were originally full of energy, looked like blind dogs at this time.

Han Xian's mouth opened up little by little, and a slight move could be regarded as earning some face for his eyes.

What is this ruthless stuffing eyes?

Swallowing silently in his throat, the green grass that once chased the wind and waves was replaced by gorgeous yellow flowers, this time Han Xian's heart didn't dare anymore, it was already cold.

Took a sharp breath, the fragrance went straight to the bottom of his heart, if it was a different place, then Han Xian would definitely shout happily, but the calm brain knew where this was.

Looking at the thriving flowers at one time, it turned out that the flowers replaced the grass, but the delicate flowers covered the shape of the grass.

Such a discovery could only make the sense of crisis in Han Xian's heart even stronger.

Because he deeply understood that this was just a blink of an eye, although he was silent for a long time, Han Xian would not be so stupid as to think that he was too sleepy and slept for a few days.

Looking around, the answer was the same, the blue world was covered with demon yellow.

A strange smile floated on Han Xian's calm face, in the empty world, the only one who could believe in himself was himself, and he believed in the spear in his hand even more.

He clearly remembered in his mind the sound of the spear cutting through the object, and although his eyes were closed, Han Xianke didn't think that the phantom that was shaking in front of his eyelids was his nervous hallucination.

All the flowers are like a fairy who can sing and dance, swaying in the wind, and the fragrance is like silk floating into Han Xian's heart with the wind.

For his own heart, of course Han Xian knew the abnormal movement, a strange warm current scurrying at will, but Han Xian found his intention in that casualness.

That's your own brain.

His eyes fell on the petite flowers, and a sense of pity that he shouldn't have felt began to rush to his head in waves.

And at this moment, it is still an ordinary flower in front of her, it is the pale Qin Mu Rongruo, at this time, she has no unforgettable knife marks on her face, and she is looking at herself with a beautiful face and eyes full of pear blossoms, the figure in the wind is too thin, and her trembling arms are stretched forward.

Whether it was the eyes or the open arms, they were all very eager to get the temperature from Han Xian's chest.

But does Han Xian understand everything?

How their own hearts do not understand.

The ridicule was long gone, his eyes were gently closed, his hands were holding the reins, the white knuckles must have wanted to throw away the reins, and he jumped off the cloud and took Qin Mu Rongruo into his arms.

"Hiss~~"

Yun Hao, the owner on his back, understood that the strange world could confuse Han Xian's eyes and indeed not blind Yun Xian's heart, but Han Xian still closed his eyes tightly and did not move.

Although there was an eyelid barrier, Han Xian could clearly see that the shadow of Qianqian was still standing in front of her, and her eyes couldn't lock the pear blossoms, and they fell suddenly.

is still the sound of the wind, sending the fragrance of flowers and people's sorrow into Han Xian's heart.

The hand holding the spear, the knuckles were already white, it was obvious that Han Xian was struggling, the thought that was magnified countless times was unstoppable, even if there was a reminder from Yun Qi, it would not help.

The white nails were loosening little by little, and Han Xian's face immediately showed a look of pain.

Is it a reluctance to the spear, or is it a reluctance to be proud in front of you?

The arm twitched slightly, and in the brilliant yellow world, a dark red light startled, and Han Xian's face was still painful, as if this shot was stabbed on his body.

"Poof~~"

The sound of flesh piercing?

Han Xian's eyes had already opened, and what she saw was still Qin Mu Rongruo, who was pale, and what she saw was a dark red spear piercing her heart, and Han Xianding didn't find that her spear pierced into her heart without tasting a trace of blood.

Qin Murong Ruo under the gun looked at Han Xian with a resentful expression, his eyes must have blamed Han Xian for his cold-blooded ruthlessness, his mouth opened silently, and closed gently.

The wind was still blowing, but Han Xian, who was so close, really didn't know what she was talking about?

Dark Red was startled again, the spear was pulled back by Han Xian, a sneer appeared on his cold face, and he said in a low voice: "The ghost flower demon dares to come and confuse me, hum!"

"Ahh

That Qin Murong Ruo snorted softly, and after his body roared, he suddenly collapsed, and suddenly the air was sprinkled with a rain of flowers.

is as arrogant as Han Xian, and his eyes are not overwhelmed by the rain?

His eyes were firmly absorbed by the tip of his spear, and his expression was very cold, who could he tell that when the spear pierced into the heart of 'Qin Mu Rongruo', his heart was also suffocated.

The rain was still falling, Han Xian had already held Han Feng in his hand, stroked the blade with his fingers, and said softly to Han Feng: "You say, is she doing well now?"

The cold front and ruthless face, how can Han Xian's sorrow be relieved.

"Whew!"

Han Xian's long hair was gently lifted, and those amorous eyes couldn't still want to confide in Han Feng, this world is weird, not to mention the moody wind, God knows who it will bring?

The rain was swept by the howling wind and rushed towards the sky, and a sense of crisis pressed directly on Han Xian's heart.

The face is already very solemn, how can this ghost place stay for a long time, Yun Xiao under his crotch didn't wait for Han Xian to urge and ran wildly.

But does it work?

You must know that this is an evolved world, and if you run fast, you can't jump out of the palm of someone else's hand.

Han Xian, who was running, looked back, his eyes were deeply shocked by the hideous flower demon in the sky, and that regrettable momentum felt even stronger than the few he had seen in Yiyang City.

A sense of submission rose from the bottom of his heart, tormenting Han Xian's fighting spirit all the time.

Those strange eyes were watching Han Xian flee with interest, his hand was raised slightly, and the dripping petals turned into a life-chasing blade, whistling towards Han Xian.

Han Xian saw the flower demon's moves, his eyes were attracted by the broken petals, and he kept shouting in his heart: "Death, death." ”

The petals and came close to themselves.

"Boom!!"

Han Xian's eyes jumped, his eyes were clearly firmly locked on the broken petals, and he was very sure that its target was himself, and he also felt that it should fall on his body, but now how could he blow up a huge crater around him?

Is it the result of Yun Xiao's dodge, or the reason for the flower demon's teasing, or maybe he is already dazzled in his hurry.

"Hahaha, thief run, hum, I'm going to kill you slowly, who called you so guilty!" the flower demon yelled at Han Xian half-madly and half-stupidly.

Han Xian didn't care about her, slapping Yun Xiao and turning in a circle like a lost dog.

The more you run, the more boring it becomes, it's really like a game of cat and mouse.

Of course, the floating in mid-air is a cat, crazy or stupid, more like an idiot, but the hateful thing is to seduce Han Xian again and again in a low voice.

And not only that, but also the broken petals exploded strangely on his side, Han Xian really felt that he was going crazy, and he was obviously very sure that he was going to be killed by the petals, but there were countless brushes with death, which had already made Han Xian a little numb.

I don't feel like I have to run anymore, anyway, no matter what, the demon spirit in the air won't kill itself.

Although he had such thoughts in his mind, Han Xian really didn't dare to take action, God knows what kind of madness that demon spirit was smoking, if he really didn't run and hit himself, would he go to the Hades Palace to cry.

Han Xian once again cast his gaze on the face of the flower spirit in mid-air, and his heart was shocked again, when did it start, that face became Qin Mu Rongruo's.

Those eyes full of tenderness were looking at Han Xian delicately, looking at each other, 'Qin Mu Rongruo' seemed to have a great grievance, and he couldn't finish talking.

And pointed to his chest and cried to Han Xian that there was once a person who ruthlessly wanted to erase himself.

Han Xian's face was full of bitterness, was that person really her?

The ghost doesn't believe it, this bombardment seems to have sobered Han Xian up, will Qin Murong in his mind be this Chu Chu Ling?

Although he didn't know much, Han Xian knew very well that that person was a decisive person who dared to snatch his own divine edge, and it was ridiculous that he would tease himself so boringly.

Although his brain has figured out everything, he really can't laugh, that person is not Qin Mu Rongruo, but he must have a plan, what else is valuable in his body, is it possible that all women in the world are common, and they are all very interested in the Shenfeng in their hands, which makes Han Xian believe it.

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