The proud Han Xian forgot the most important thing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The handsome clothes wrapped around the body, and the brain was tightened, and the empty hands echoed in the air alone. Time let Han Xian know his shortcomings, but time did not make Guan Hanning remember his mistakes, but the optimistic Han Xian will not care about these, will there be fewer of these things tomorrow?

Like Han Xian, there are people he knows who can't sleep at night.

Wu Jitang, now his mind is full of chaotic breathing, how can his brain calm down.

And Han Xian is excited about tomorrow's coming, while Wu Jitang is afraid of tomorrow.

The light squeezed into the military tent, and Han Xian, who had noticed the subtle movements of the night, had already finished dressing one step ahead. Stand in that familiar place and wait to assemble.

Fortunately, Guan Hanning is careful, and for yesterday's shortcomings, today is to make up for it.

Han Xian took a spear, the expression on his face was a little strange, he hadn't used this before.

Guan Hanning noticed his abnormality, but he didn't mention it himself, he would not change the formulated line, and Guan Hanning himself thought that this might be good for him.

Han Xian's heart was still a little unwilling, he didn't have the things he was most familiar with, and he was melancholy, okay, this is something that must be done: "Big brother, can you give me a pair of bows and arrows?"

You can feel the slightest hint of pleading.

Guan Hanning smiled, how can you pull the phaseless bow and arrow now. Do you want me to fall into my unformed morale on the battlefield? But I still have to explain it to this man.

"Wuxiang doesn't have a bow and arrow for you. Guan Hanning's words were habitually cold.

Han Xian was heartfelt, is there any difference between bows and arrows?

Are you unfamiliar with it?

But now the man won't give himself a chance to argue.

Everyone finished lining up in front of the military tent, and the same dark red armor affirmed Wu Jitang's heroic posture even more.

Dressed in the skin of Wuxiang, Han Xian would not be too different, and the people in front of him ran towards the racecourse.

Han Xian was shocked, and saw the mountain-like existence from a distance, the true face was still so hideous, and his heartbeat fluctuated slightly with the slightest roar. You can know what's going to be posted next, is yesterday's fantasy really going to come true?

It seems that yes, it is so natural.

In Han Xian's eyes, those majestic mountain shadows are no different, although others will distinguish what advantages and disadvantages they have, but in Han Xian's heart, these are enough.

Guan Hanning rode his beloved horse and watched Han Xian wander away proudly on the horse. He shook his head slightly, hoping that the gentle new horse would bring you good luck.

Han Xian didn't want to mention how happy he was at this moment, he didn't think about whether there was a sea of swords and fires in front of him, he thought that he could enjoy the speed of envy, and whether he would let the people in front of him stop and wait.

Holding a spear in his hand, he gently kicked off the horse, this horse was a natural fit for this master, and he solved Han Xian's worries with small steps.

Han Xian is now too satisfied with his new partner, he understands what he means too well, and he is still struggling with what position to stand in below, and it does solve this problem perfectly.

Now Han Xian can take a look at the situation of this team, and under the mask cover, he feels that they are all carved out of a mold.

The team still moved, the same small steps, the old horse, maybe the old man knew the location of this assembly, and the team kept growing.

Han Xian saw that the dark red behind it was extremely bright and the black iron was extraordinarily distinct.

Feeling that his spine was going to be stronger, maybe Han Xian carefully observed the dark red team, and he would find that there were people who were as bluffing as him, with an excessively straight spine and an excessively straight hand holding the weapon. It's like I'm afraid that the ink color will find itself different.

Of course, Han Xian would not notice something different, his eyes did not dare to look wildly, the area in front of him was enough to discover and explore, and the high platform in front of him was waiting for him.

Han Xian's new brother once again stood in the position he chose, and its owner generally did not express his opinion.

It seems that the person he is familiar with is the one who is a few positions away from him, and his eldest brother, why didn't he follow the team, this question can only be relieved now.

But someone will still solve the problem.

The high platform didn't wait too long, and the person who radiated light in Han Xian's eyes came to the center of the platform, and of course, the familiar person.

Shi Mo and Guan Hanning stood still in front, and Shi Mo maintained his signature smile. Sweeping his gaze to everyone, he could see the chickens in the flock of cranes at a glance.

Han Xian had a feeling that the person's gaze stayed on his body, and that smile felt such a strange warmth in his heart. If Han Xian hadn't stood here for the first time, he would have known that person would stay on his body for a while every time, and those who had survived would have been accustomed to this.

Under Han Xian's attention, Guan Hanning got off the stage, turned on his horse, and came to the front of his team.

Another person came to the high platform under Han Xian's gaze, and the things in that person's hand stole all his limelight. A banner of order, on which the streamer of the flag was turned, and the person who radiated the light took him.

Han Xian's gaze followed the banner to the man's hand.

Shi Mo nodded at Guan Hanning.

Guan Hanning urged the mount to step down, and the horse moved closer to the high platform with a few steps, but stopped after a few steps.

A god-like voice rang in my ears.

"Warriors of the Divine Court, can you hear the echo of the blood in your hearts, I can hear your breathing impatiently, what are you anxious about, are you longing for the blood of the enemy?"

Han Xian felt that there was not a trace of sound in this team, only his own slowly rising heartbeat.

Guan Hanning's spear was slowly raised, and the spear in the hands of those heroic people slowly rose with the rhythm of the person in front of him, and the bright cold front seemed to be about to pierce the sky. The dazzling thing in the sky was frightened and hid in the clouds.

Although Han Xian's pride was somewhat unique in the team, the person who radiated the light would not care about the dead in his eyes.

"Soldiers, did you hear the low roar of the Divine Horse?"

"Soldiers, do you hear the Divine Edge calling in the wind?"

"Soldiers. Do you hear the clash of flesh and blood?"

Han Xian could feel a frenzy brewing in his heart. And the man's words didn't end there.

"I heard, I heard the old and sick horse trembling before the foal. ”

"I hear, I hear Shenfeng tearing the air with this wind. ”

"I hear, I hear the flesh breaking into mud under your impact. ”

Han Xian's brain staged red, and the frenzy wrapped in red rushed to the last sanity, he was too fragile, and he fell willingly.

"I, Shi Mo, are here waiting for this triumphant warrior, the liquor of victory will belong to those who bathe in the blood of the enemy, and I am here waiting for your glorious return. ”

The spear pointed into the sky, with no intention of retracting.

The streamer's little flag broke free of his hands, levitated in the air, and slowly approached Guan Hanning.

No matter how Hanning hesitated, his head leaned forward slightly, and Ling Qi touched the helmet.

At this moment, Han Xian would not exclaim, the small flag disappeared, the light flashed, and the small flag merged into the helmet. The originally hideous helmet turned into domineering after the small flag was integrated.

The breeze blew the tassels, and Han Xian felt that the current Guan Hanning had the same aura as the person on the stage, and he was radiating the same light.

Shi Mo nodded to Guan Hanning.

Guan Hanning's spear tilted slightly, and Han Feng pointed at the place where he charged, without stopping.

The crotch horse roared and rushed into the dusty distance.

The sun fled the place, and the flying sand and smoke covered him well.

Now Han Xianyi didn't need to accept the temperature from him, and the rumbling sound of the horse's hooves completely ignited the fierce blood qi.

The blood-red eyes completely blocked out reason.

The only vestiges of sanity are preserved in the corners of the heart.

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