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For some reason, the vigilance that was originally entrenched in his heart slowly disappeared because of the appearance of that person, and the corners of Han Xian's mouth were sneered, and his eyes looked around casually.

I couldn't help but whisper in my heart and smiled: "Is this the end of this trip?"

It seems that yes, I went around and around all the way, and finally came here, and I almost forgot how I got in, and I couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "Big brother, are you and Sister Huo Xin okay?"

Han Xian's footsteps moved gently, and he walked towards He Qing's shadow in a soft light.

The line in his hand was so cold, but he really didn't know if that person was the same, of course Han Xian didn't know, and this short road seemed to hide endless dangers, so that every time his footsteps were raised and fell, they were extremely heavy and slow.

The thing, the mountain, the figure.

I don't know why, thousands of years ago, Heqing's appearance outside Weishan once again came to mind, it turned out that he also missed him, and whether this was Han Xian's own thoughts, or the thoughts of the line in his hands.

Whether it was ten thousand years ago or tonight, Heqing stood quietly like that.

But the only difference is that thousands of years ago, the red line was so decisive, but today, the red line is indeed quietly hidden, and fear must have captured both of them.

Because he and Qing were afraid, they only dared to stand and hide as they had done thousands of years ago.

And today's red line is even more because of the fear that has been accompanied by thousands of years, so he didn't dare to fly like that day, and only dared to hide coldly on Han Xian's body, in order to keep that hot heart.

"Poof~~"

Even if the road is long and broken, and the footsteps are steady and slow, it will come to an end.

The veil that had shrouded him for thousands of years was finally unveiled in a minute of light, Han Xian was in the light scattered by his body and the giant talisman, and his gaze was quietly presented in Heqing's face.

The haggard face and the snow on his head proved that he seemed to have waited for a long time.

Ten thousand years will finally meet, and at this moment time must have stood still, but the pity is that because time has frozen everything, and together with the fear in their hearts, they have also been sealed together with their infatuation.

Han Xian's eyes were slightly raised, and a little smile appeared on Heqing's haggard face, and his slightly open mouth seemed to be softly spitting out his heart, but either he was too far away and he was too faint for Han Xian to hear, or Han Xian, who was cold in his heart, couldn't hear everything, and the red line filled with fear in his heart couldn't hear everything.

There are really too many things I didn't expect.

In the past, the red line must have thought that the shaking sedan chair would definitely be able to send itself to him, and today's swaying sedan chair has long been mud, but the phoenix crown on the body is not broken, it is still dazzling in his heart, and it is still the most beautiful clothes in the world.

The farewell of the day is indeed ten thousand years.

The man who went round and round, the bride who went round and round, finally met his groom.

I don't know if Han Xianke ever thought that his cold-faced self had indeed become someone else's sedan chair, and it was he who went through hardships to help him send Heqing's wife to him.

And the reason why the bride has not appeared at this moment may not necessarily be afraid, this is not reserved, waiting for the groom to support and greet him.

But was it so cold that the groom was frozen firmly, or was it all so sudden that the groom was overwhelmed.

I don't know why the sneer on Han Xian's face did completely turn into a gentle smile, maybe he understood the mission of the sedan chair, and it turned out that he should send her to him.

The footsteps are moving again.

The dull voice had shattered the coldness of time imprisoned in Heqing's heart, and Heqing's gaze fell on Han Xian's body, but those blurred eyes must have passed through thousands of years of time and space.

Today, I am smiling in my new clothes, and the voice of joy is standing, and I am entering the door with the rickety sedan chair, the curtain is opened, and I see her, she is really beautiful in red, and the phoenix crown is my own show for her, and it is more like a masterpiece of heaven and fate to pull up the sleeves and thread the needle.

The garment is only for her, and the garment is only for her.

The tears in the corners of Heqing's eyes finally fell, and his arm was slowly raised, wanting to greet and support, and he said stupidly: "Line~~~." ”

If this sound had been made eons ago, the man would have been happy.

But the sad and hateful thing is that at this moment, this is not a paradise Weishan, but a hated forest and evil land where thousands of bones are buried and souls are buried, and there is no doubt that they should not appear here.

And the world is unpredictable, and the red line that I have been looking forward to for thousands of years, I really dare not show up to see each other at this moment.

"Hmph~~"

I don't know when the smile on Han Xian's face has been put away, his face is full of cold color, and the smile that has been put away is because Han Xian understands that he is not a sedan chair, but also a charming mother-in-law, not a relative.

It was because of Heqing's voice that he finally knew the purpose of this trip, not to burn incense for the senior brother and demon to go to the grave, nor for the ten thousand years of meeting with the red line sister, but to take this person's dog life for the sake of heaven and fate.

Maybe Heqing, who was standing in front of him at the moment, was dead, but Han Xian couldn't help but kill him once, because he knew in his heart that he would not be able to vent his hatred even if he died.

"Ha, ah~~"

Suddenly, Han Xian's red-threaded palm was clenched forward, and his fists were already facing each other, and he roared in his mouth: "Heqing, now I, Han Xian, have brought ten thousand years of hatred, and I have come to bear the life of a person who is unfortunate." ”

The smile on He Qing's face froze slightly, the beautiful wife in his eyes had become Han Xian, who was wide-eyed with angry eyes, and the peerless phoenix crown and xia curtain had become the wisps of cloth on Han Xian's body.

It turns out that this is the reality.

But the smile on He Qing's face did rise again, and a pair of eyes fell on Han Xian's body, which was even more kind, as if he understood his hardships all the way.

He Qing's face, that look in Han Xian's heart is definitely the supreme tonic that nourishes anger, he didn't think about it, and he didn't want to delay, so he jumped straight into the sky, and now he should do the right thing for heaven.

And at this moment, Han Xian must not have forgotten his Nine Realms cultivation, let alone the power of the twin stars.

The eyes are already full of coldness, and the arms are even more agitated, the sun front energy has been condensed with the right arm, and the left arm has already achieved the first yang potential.

Han Xian's star map trembled slightly, the leaves of the Dao tree quickly withered and yellowed, and the two stars were directly dimmed, how hateful is this, you must know that he Han Xian did not keep for thousands of years, and you must know that he Han Xian is just a spectator in the fate of others.

But who can necessarily understand that this person is really him?

Is Han Xian still Han Xian at this moment?

Maybe she has become the person who is filled with fear, because she doesn't dare to step into the hinterland of Weishan, so she wraps around the palm of someone else's hand, saying that Han Xian came here after overcoming obstacles and going through hardships and obstacles, and it is better to say that the red line itself borrowed Han Xian's body to hide her fear, in order to complete what she should know ten thousand years ago.

"Hum~"

A red light suddenly appeared on Han Xian's body, and he knew in his heart that this was the gift of the red line, and with a light opening of his hand, the holy light floated out, and the imperial seal also helped.

And at this moment, the power on his arms is even stronger, and the sharp strength of his fist is pressed by the sealing giant talisman behind He Qing trembling slightly, and the light is great, but the expression on He Qing's face does not change, maybe he understands that this is a debt that he should repay.

"Ha~~"

With a roar of anger, Han Xian's arm carried the power of his own Dao cultivation starlight, and even more red line hatred, as well as the help of the Changtian Emperor.

The whirlpool of the sun's strength on the right arm fist is so blurry and dazzling at the moment, and there are two bright stars in it that are frolicking and happy like swimming fish, and the early yang power of the left fist is indeed like hiding in the endless darkness of the mountains, without revealing a bit, and the two bright spots on the back of the hand are indeed like stars in the long night, dotting the sky of dawn.

"Whew~~"

Han Xian's body moved, his fists moved, and the red line intention also moved.

For all this, Heqing Zhang Wen's gentle and smiling face must have all been taken into his heart, maybe he also thought that he was already a damned person, so he didn't move half a point in the face of Han Xian's Japanese strength, and he found the direction of relief from Han Xian's Chuyang Fist.

The tears floated again, who can understand the suffering of people buried and regretted for thousands of years, the reason why he and Qing have endless fear in their hearts is just like the fear of the red line.

They are all infatuated by obsession.

Red Line wants to understand the relationship, so she wants to smash him, and Heqing may be freed from the foolishness, so she wants to be truly asleep and in the endless night.

Also in Weishan, Senior Brother Dang Tang's words must have sounded in his heart again, and He Qing sighed slightly: "Senior Brother, this Vanity Fair is really just hatred for me." ”

The dead person can make Heqing's heart feel relieved, maybe everything shouldn't have started, he shouldn't have left the ancestral land of the Jiemen, let alone joined Vanity Fair, and he also regretted asking for the seal of the emperor in the first place.

If it weren't for them and them, I wouldn't have been in Weishan for thousands of years.

He Qing's tears only made the hatred in Han Xian's heart more intense, and at this moment, the source of the hatred was rapidly clear, but I don't know what to do, there was indeed a trace of uncertainty in Resolute Da's heart.

'Should he really be killed?'

Could it be that the tears of the fortunate made Han Xian (red line) hesitate to follow his steps.

Although his heart hesitated, Han Xian roared in his mouth: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The wind swept the ears, and the man took it under the fist.

"Poof~~~"

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