Is this the proverbial cycle of cause and effect, retribution?

In the past, Han Xian didn't believe in the sky, and now he shouldn't believe in the sky even more, in his heart, that Heqing is a wicked person, and digging his grave by himself is also for a reason, which is not a harm to the heavens. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Moreover, his own efforts have not broken He Qing's tombstone, and all the things in front of him really make Han Xian feel pressured.

"Hey~~"

Han Xian sighed lightly, no matter how quibbling and deceitful they were, those heroes who deceived the corpse would definitely not close their eyes and fall asleep again.

The tomb had stretched to the end of the gaze, and at this moment, a pair of white pupils occupied the dark color, and the scarlet tongue licked the lips again and again.

They must have been asleep for a long time, and the world in front of them is lonely, and it is even more bleak, and in the years, there must be corpses who are unwilling to be lonely crawling out of the grave and wandering, but they are tired and choose to sleep.

In the past, when they woke up, there was no difference in the world they greeted, but today when they opened their eyes, in this lonely place, they actually sent a trace of warmth, and even sent a sweet smell.

The tongue that licks the lips must not miss the aftertaste on the lips, but let the tongue pounce on the aftertaste in the air.

The little bit of blood that fell on Han Xian's right arm made the cold corpses feel excited.

This excitement not only means that this Han Xian is a living person with blood, but also that this place is a visitor from the outside world of Weishan, and that place comes out of instinct, making them intoxicated, because there are more living people there, and there is more blood.

"Hehe~~"

The tongue moved and the lips struck, the cold corpses' faces moved anxiously, and the cold air suddenly surged with fishy winds, and a pair of blank pupils slowly flushed a trace of red.

But what is certain is that Han Xian is only such a small one, and they were heroes during their lifetimes, who should I serve in the world?

The wolf has more flesh and less meat, and this hot blood should be the residence of the capable.

But one thing is for sure, although Han Xian is only a small one, he is still alive, and he can serve a few today.

Although the more reason is that sitting in the well and watching the sky does not know the major events in the world.

But now the pair of reddish eyes and greedy lips could not convince Han Xian, but instead aroused the courage in his chest more and more.

Although he is in danger, as long as he does not give up, he will definitely have the possibility of survival.

And now Han Xian, who is hot and courageous, is even more warlike, there is no doubt that in his eyes, why should he be afraid of the body that has been dead for thousands of years.

The corners of Han Xian's mouth turned up slightly, and although the blood on his right arm was low, he still clenched his fist.

"Huhu~~"

The hot breath hit the throat, and now I finally understood that the upturned lips were not only sneering, but also mixed tastes, the phalanges were almost all cracked, and it was indeed necessary to clench the fist to fight, so the pain was of course unforgettable.

"Haha~~"

Han Xian laughed wildly, picked up his blood-soaked fist, and swung it as hard as he could in the air, and the blood on it was immediately thrown out.

The ears of the cold corpses didn't hear Han Xian's wild laughter, but their reddened eyes were indeed staring at the dance and the blood in the air.

Foolish eyes, how they want to get him.

And among them, there must be the lucky ones who are favored by the sky, and the lonely ghosts who are mocked by Han Xian.

Flying blood fell bit by bit towards a young man with an elegant face, black and green silk as elegant as a waterfall, and a paper fan in his hand.

The dress of this scholar must have been a strategist before his death, and not being surprised, angry, happy, or bored must have been his temperament during his lifetime.

But now a pair of reddened eyes have completely interpreted the restless aura in the corpse.

How could this lucky man and the lonely ghost let go of Han Xian's gift, his mouth had already opened, and the little bit of flying blood was taken into his stomach without dropping.

Can't get enough of it?

Of course, such a small bit of it will only make the madness in the corpse even stronger, and at this moment, the scarlet tongue swept the lips, completely looking for the residue on it.

And it is certain that this is destined to be a pity, how can he, who is so careful, let the blood remain on his lips.

"Woo~~"

A hint of a smile hung on Han Xian's face, the pleasure of this smile must have crushed the pain, and he said softly: "Hehe, I don't know how it tastes?"

Whether the scholar knew the taste was unknown was unknown.

But the overwhelming cold corpses did think that he knew the taste of blood, and that his sanity had long since been lost in the endless years, and now his dry red eyes were even more crazy.

Every cold corpse let out a whimper.

The Primordial Pestle stood in the air and enjoyed the sweetness of it, simply because all people were equal, but now this equality was broken.

Undoubtedly, the only soul who knew the taste was very, very hateful, so hateful that he wanted to stuff him into his cold belly.

"Roar~~~"

Han Xian's eyes jumped, and his heart exploded even more, those cold corpses all had white teeth, and suddenly became a tide that drowned the scholar in it, and for a while, the sound of teeth wriggling was deeply numb.

Obviously, the scholar could not be an unbreakable pillar in the tide, and neither he nor his folding fan was completely chewed into slag by his teeth.

It was a masterpiece deliberately created by his own blood.

Han Xian was shocked by it, almost even his jaw fell to the ground, you must know that it was just a few drops of blood, although the purpose was to let them kill each other, in order to test the depth, but now the result is deep or shallow, and people who have lost their minds dare not easily assert that this is not cannibalism, it is completely crazy cannibalism.

And at this moment, the originally noisy and complicated cold corpses were all quiet, and the red eyes were completely red with flames, and even more so the depth of blood.

His eyes were biting on Han Xian's body, and his feet moved slightly, and Han Xian slowly leaned over.

Undoubtedly, having tasted the temperature of blood, he was no longer satisfied with simply sniffing in the air, and Han Xian's living blood would definitely be more abundant.

"Woo woo~~~"

The sound was like the sound of hell, even if Han Xian had been screaming for courage in his heart at this moment, he couldn't help but be overshadowed, and he took two steps back and leaned directly on Heqing's tombstone.

The body was suddenly startled, his face was pale and dead, his throat swallowed silently, and he screamed: "This, can you rush over?"

laughed, Han Xian's smile was so bleak.

The head was slightly raised, and the only color engraved on the gloomy tombstone was so enchanting.

That's what you create and what you leave behind.

"Hmph~~"

With a slight snort in his mouth, he sneered in his heart, and there was a hint of coldness on his face, I want to swallow my Uncle Han Xian, then you have to ask Uncle I will not agree.

There was a roar in his heart: "Sister Red Line, you must not pit me." ”

Of course, Han Xian still has some self-knowledge, if there is no red thread gift to help, with his cultivation ability, it is already a blessing to be strong in the smell of his teeth.

And now, how can Han Xian, who has Dao power and thick skin and thick flesh, be afraid.

It would be absolutely wishful thinking for these remnants to wrap themselves around and swim through their teeth, and these red-eyed guys would have absolutely no chance of spilling their mouths if they were bitten, and then they would not be able to stand the torture of their teeth even if they were rough and thick.

Is it an absolute dead end?

Han Xian didn't think so, obviously these soul cold corpses who didn't know how long they had slept had already exhausted their brains in the years, and they were just walking corpses, as long as they broke through them, they would be able to escape.

If the current Han Xian can fly into the sky and watch from afar, he will definitely feel cold, how can this little Weishan He De stuff the bodies of so many heroes.

The plan in his heart was decided, and as soon as he vomited the power under his feet, his body suddenly turned into an arrow off the string and pierced into the group of corpses.

"Woo~~"

For Han Xian's enthusiasm and initiative, the corpses were already so excited that they howled, and circles of fishy sound waves directly crushed Han Xian's body.

His face was full of darkness, Han Xian was not disturbed by the fishy stench at all, and a pair of fists turned into a knife with a cold heart.

He smashed it at an old corpse with a white beard.

If it was a human being, even if he was not shocked by the fist of a boss like Han Xian, he would definitely hesitate to retreat, but in the eyes of the old corpse, this was completely a big tonic sent to the door, and he actually opened his uneven old teeth and gnawed at Han Xian's iron fist.

If he was human, Han Xian's fist must be impartial and directly beat his teeth into smashing foam, but that is a hero who cheats the corpse, even if the teeth are all broken, and a pair of mutilated gums will kiss the fist.

To take this risk is definitely to seek death.

'Hehe~'

A dark smile appeared on Han Xian's face, he was an unconscious corpse, but he was a flesh-and-blood person, it was very dangerous to send a fist to the entrance, and it was very pleasant to knock his nose with a fist.

"Bang~~"

The old corpse's teeth bit the air very hard, and Han Xian's fist was also dark, directly smashing his tall nose to pieces.

And how could Han Xian's Dao power stop there, and directly knock down a piece of the old corpse and the walking meat behind him, and it was like a pile of meat for a while.

"Haha, I'm not going to play with you. ”

Han Xian laughed, and stepped on the old corpse that fell to the ground with one foot, and his body had become a force to break away from the sky.

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