"Haha~~. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Wow~~~. ”

Listen to the hearty laughter and melodious bells echoing in the mountains, among which the wonderful sound is really a special taste in the heart, history is really a coincidence to make a joke.

When was it, Han Xian rushed down to the Zenye Temple in a smile after saying goodbye to Rong Ruo.

And now, this history is actually playing out in one person.

In the same way, Han Feng sang back to the ground with a sonorous sound, and Rong Ruo's face was almost the same as on that day, the same, silent with a little coldness, and the same, Han Xian left happily with a smile in his mouth.

Is he happy?

Was he really happy to leave?

The chickadees, who danced in the sunlight and whispered in the mountains, thought that Han Xian must be happy, because his laughter was more cheerful than his own cry.

Han Xian's indulgent laughter is the dancer who really plays back to the mountains, and as for the song of the birds, it is completely the existence of accompanying dancers.

They are the green leaves that set off Han Xian's happiness.

The smiling flower is so beautiful.

It's beautiful, that's what the sun thinks when it shines in the sky.

Under its illumination, the people are beautiful, the mountains are beautiful, the water is also beautiful, and every grass and tree of the Zen leaf is so beautiful that people dare not stay.

So Han chose first and left.

People swoop it to the foot of the mountain, not far away on the long existence of the mist, at this moment it is still early in the morning, the fog in the sunshine caress like a tender and charming woman, every surging with the supreme style.

Really going to leave.

"Oh~~. ”

"Haha~~. ”

This melodious bell should be sending Han Xian to leave, and this person who is about to travel away is still laughing indulgently, but when he is close to the white mist, his indulgent face is already a little strange!

Is it reluctant?

Reluctance had already been rushed out of the clouds by Han Xian's hearty laughter, and now it was just a cold breeze at the foot of the mountain, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Joke.

This is a joke that even Han Xian himself laughs at, as a person who has cultivated in the Seven Realms of Dengfeng, he will actually have a trace of sadness on his face because of the coldness of the wind.

"Ha, haha~~. ”

Still laughing, Han Xian is still laughing, describing the happiness at this moment, the white fog is in front of you, Han Xian, you should stop and turn around and follow the verdant mountains, with the flying birds, with the master's heart, and with Rong Ruodao.

"Whew~~. ”

From the human body to the foot of the mountain, it may be that this white mist is really cold, and even Han Xian's happy smile has froze a little.

But even so, the smile in Han Xian's mouth was still endless.

He was so happy, he was saying loudly and loudly to everyone in Zen Ye: "I'm really happy, I'm leaving, don't think about me too much." ”

It's really cold.

As soon as Han Xian entered the white mist at the foot of the mountain, the hearty laughter was only left with the mountains doing the cover of the aftersound, and only the solo of the bell accompanied by the chirping of the birds.

It's so ruthless, I don't stay for a moment, I don't even look back, it's so ruthless.

"He's gone~~!"

This is a sorrow, this is a sorrow that the heart says to the heart, whose heart is this sound coming from, and who else is so sad here?

Of course, there is only Rongruo, who is bent on returning her husband.

After leaving, she really thought that when Han Xian turned around and left, she was sad and sad in her heart, but her face was indeed a little cold because of this.

As Han Xian had reached the foot of the mountain, the cold on Rong Ruo's face was almost freezing.

The colder the heart, the more painful it is, the coldness of the face is just to make the wound in the heart feel better, but as Han Xian enters the fog, even if it is cold, it can't protect this already tired heart from being pierced by sadness.

"Whew~~. ”

Seeing the history of blame, Rong Ruo's face actually flowed with a bit of hatred and disgust, who did he hate, is it because of the departure of the 'Xianlang' in his heart, or because of his ruthlessness?

Hehe.

It is hatred for him, but it is not connected with hatred, and the hatred and disgust on his face at this moment is not for others, but for himself.

Hate your own children.

I hate my liver and intestines.

In the hatred of the country and the family, everything about himself is too slight.

Hate with cold, hate in the Tibetan calendar, Rong Ruo stood next to Wuxiang, his left hand slowly raised, his eyes with the cold of hatred, the hatred of the calendar fell on the scarlet finger of the ring finger.

What does she want to do?

What did she want to do when she raised her right hand and touched the red thread on her left hand?

At that time, Han Xian, with a soft bone and unforgettable love, circled the red thread representing lifelong dependence on Rong Ruo's left ring finger.

But now Rong Ruo seems to have forgotten about Han Xian.

It seems to be manipulated by hatred and hatred, and the red line of the right hand is constantly being wound, but the winding of the right hand is not to make the red line more stable, its efforts are completely dismantled.

Rong Ruo is dismantling the token that Han Xian promised her.

It's still a circle, and each lap of loose sleeve seems to confirm Rong Ruo's coldness and ruthlessness, and the cold look between the eyes is like forgetting Han Xian's tenderness, and this memory has been erased.

"Whew~~. ”

The wind blows, the red shadow flutters, and this thin red line is as cheerful as Han Xian rushing down the foot of the mountain, and it swings with the wind as if it wants to follow Han Xian.

The tenderness is forgotten, and the memory is smoothed.

But the traces in it can't be separated, and the red line has been put into the palm of his hand, maybe Rong Ruo hasn't thought about whether to throw away this red line at this moment.

"Keng~~. ”

The slightly cool air, the phaseless cold front was trembling, the memory of the past was not lost, Rong Ruo kicked at the end of the gun, and the phaseless feng jumped up with a sonorous sound Rong Ruoxiu grabbed it with his hand, and he was included in the bag.

Why is that?

can ruthlessly dismantle the red line of the finger commitment, and it is indeed the lack of concern for Han Xian.

At that time, you could ruthlessly leave Wuxiangfeng under the red maple tree, but now this position is just right, why do you put it in your pocket.

Could it be that the coldness on her face is fake?

Could it be that the sorrow of her heart is repeated by love, and the tenderness and memory are restored.

The thin body that left the red maple tree and gradually drifted away, God knows what she meant in her heart, and revisiting the 'Yiyang Bitter Land' made the hatred in Rong Ruo's heart more profound.

And in the national feud of Tian Chuyue, there are too many things that can be sacrificed.

Today, everything is given up to pay, just to be able to take better revenge.

Han left first, and they should go too.

Buddhism Zen leaves are finally going to be quiet, there are so many red dust laymen, how can Zen leaves keep the peace of the Buddha, how can they keep the holiness of transcending the red dust.

Rong Ruo wanted to leave, but it was not as simple as Han Xian.

Because when her expression regained her cold face, her name would not be called Rong Ruo, and the head of the Yue Kingdom, Lord Que Rong, she would follow the royal majesty to make a very majestic retreat.

She wasn't the only one who walked.

"Senior brother, please pay more attention to the affairs of Xingshan. The heart lord humbly saluted Xiao Wangzhi.

This abruptness made Xiao Wangzhi very flattered, and hurriedly bowed down and saluted: "If the heart master doesn't dare, I will do my best for the divine court." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

The heart master smiled and said: "You and my senior brothers will say goodbye, I hope to see Xingshan shine on the day of Dabi." ”

It's a boast of hope.

This praise made Xiao Wangzhi embarrassed, since he took charge of Xingshan's first line, Dabi has always been at the bottom, and if he wants to shine, Xiao Wangzhi doesn't want to lose at all, the only thing he wants is not to lose too ugly.

And at this moment, the heart master is in the clouds, and there is no trace of it.

He left, the embarrassment on Xiao Wangzhi's face was a little relieved, who said that there is no hope this year, there are a few people in the sub-period, and there is Han Xian's indefinite number, there is little hope of rushing into the top ten, but I am afraid it is not embarrassing to squeeze into the top twenty.

This hope is really shy, if Han Xian is here, I am afraid that he will shout that this is going to be the first to raise his eyebrows and glorify his ancestors.

Xiao Wangzhi's hope, although Han Xian couldn't hear it at this moment, he really didn't go far at this moment.

"Hey~~. ”

sighed, sighed speechlessly.

Han Xian, who had indulged in indulgence, laughed and showed joy, and rushed down the mountain all the way down the mountain at this moment, only advanced a few dozen meters in this white mist.

And at this moment, even the turtle crawled and stopped, standing on the ground in complete shock.

Was it too happy, or was it too forgetful to laugh before?

So at this moment, you have to stop and reason for laughing, laughing, or rather, as soon as you enter this long white fog, Han first gets lost, and you need to stop and carefully discern the direction!

The direction has long been in my heart, and Qishui is all the way to the west, so I still need to discern.

Why did you stop, of course, because of her reluctance.

How happy he used to laugh, just to hide how sad he was, from that indulgent laughter, it was obvious that there was suspicion, that was Han Xian's sigh in his heart.

In the sun, everything has eyes.

Under the chiseled gaze, I, Han Xian, will always be the strongest one, but from the moment I rushed into the white mist, I couldn't see my eyes in the white vast, and I couldn't see others in the vast.

The heart is sad, and the embankment is self-determined.

A face looked back frequently, and I really saw that if Rong Ruo at this moment could appear in the warm world illuminated by the sun behind her, as long as her face appeared, she would have the courage to turn back, and she could turn around and hug her.

People are crazy in love.

Han Xian didn't have the courage himself, so he begged for her.

asked her if she also had such extravagant hopes, hoping that Han Xian could reflex himself?

The road was under his feet, and after looking back frequently, he saw that hope was empty, and at this moment, the warm sunlight falling in Han Xian's eyes was more like a source of fear.

In the sadness of the face, I saw the fear that hope was empty.

"Ahh ”

The back is like a snake and scorpion, the back is like a sword light, and there should be a strong enemy behind it.

Han Xian was in a frenzy, panicking, running, and fleeing.

Fate is overlapping, just like that day, Han Xiandao's strength rushed out of the fog, but now this madness and panic should be understood as a kind of catharsis.

Hide your sadness with a smile.

And now he is using madness to vent his grief.