is as stupid as Han Xian, and that Dao tree can barely be called a Dao seedling, not to mention the light of the fireflies behind the tree. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Calling a bright star is not too much.

Hehe, does Han Xian think so, this is Han Xian's world, and in Han Xian's eyes, that bright light should be called a star.

Because Han Xian found the same soft light as the stars in it, and he made his soul thorough.

The foolish smile on his face has not changed, and a slight movement makes the powerful light break through the dusty eyelids, and the eyelids are raised with difficulty, Han Xian still has a brain.

At least I know that my face is still puffy.

But is this really the case, at least Han Xian's hand thinks so, the hand that wants to touch his face is still a little trembling, and he is very afraid that it will affect the wound above.

Is that really the case?

The hand still fell on the cheek, and wiped away the sleepy eyes, and the sleepiness was completely driven away by the question, why didn't it hurt, and the hand began to be presumptuous, stroking and exploring over and over again.

Han Xian is really tenacious, such an infatuation with his face, and such a touch in the early morning, which makes the people in the barracks look sideways, and they all dodge Han Xian's eyes a little, and they all run away in a hurry.

And Han Xian was still in shock, why did he feel the pain of the wound at all?

No one will come to explain, because the person who gave it has long since turned into a crystal and dissipated, you must know how much the people in the barracks envy Han Xian, who can actually complete a breakthrough in his sleep.

Of course, they didn't know what Han Xian had suffered, and of course Han Xian's true luck wouldn't tell them.

His eyes swept in a hurry, knowing that he would not be wrong, but he still sincerely thanked Wu Jitang in his heart.

This place is really the place where he thinks about it, and he really comes back, there are no tears, only long-lost relief, and now there is a place, Han Xian's stomach is the real morning thought.

Hurrying is Han Xian's characteristic, although he has not been able to touch the dark red armor for a long time, but Han Xian's technique of putting it on is indeed more skillful than any before.

Probably in the endless dark night, to try on countless times.

The stomach was sleeved, and the feeling of loneliness was staged on Han Xian's face, and the pale-faced girl in her chaotic mind squeezed in, and the first thing she remembered was not Han Feng, who had been dependent on each other for life and death, but an irrelevant passerby, and sighed softly: "Are you okay?"

No one could know whether Han Xian's contemplation at this time was for Han Feng or for Qin Mu Rongruo.

I can't wait anymore, my brain is forced back to the real world by my stomach, and I flick my head lightly to forget about those troubles temporarily: "Oops, I'm really hungry." ”

The anxious figure rushed out of the barracks, and the direction was already indicated.

The familiar smell made Han Xian's body tremble, how could his stomach let his footsteps stop, rush in: "Let's have a good meal!"

Three or five buns are belly, how can they be satisfied, but Han Xian's brain has not been completely replaced by his stomach, and he gets up early to welcome the early sun, not buns.

In front of the food, how sorry it will be to be empty-handed, saying that my Uncle Han Xian is not full yet, it is Han Xian's habit to walk around, and he must not be hot if he grabs it with his fingers.

Happy all the way, enjoy all the way, and glance at the East with his eyes in the air.

The smile went up his cheek, as if to whisper, "I got up earlier than you again." And now the smiling eyes to see the sun rise.

But it's not in the East, but his own boxing method 'Chu Yang', thinking of this, Han Xian once again couldn't help but secretly praise his ingenuity, he was so talented that he created his own boxing method, if Han Xian's pride at this time let others know, he would definitely laugh at him for being a fool, and he dared to claim that he had created a boxing method.

His eyes looked around again and again, of course, his eyes were full of strangeness, and Han Xian just wanted to find that familiarity in these strangeness.

It's really too easy to find Wu Jitang, you must know that he thinks he is the commander of the mountain, so that he can stand on the top of the mountain, but it is not the top of the mountain that allows Han Xian to discover him, let alone the emptiness of no one around him that exposes his hiding place, but his handsome face, because Han Xian can clearly see that there is still a little strangeness on it.

As for why, Han Xian, the initiator, is of course very clear.

But before the smugness could come to his face, Wu Jitang's gaze forced over, and a murderous coldness reached the bottom of Han Xian's heart, how could he bear this surprise, and his gaze quickly pulled away.

At this time, countless pairs of eyes quietly closed with the distractions of letting go.

There was a faint light overflowing from the sky, Han Xian felt his presence, and even more felt the longing of the Dao tree in his heart, he liked the warm and warm light, and that desire was no different from the grass and trees of the world.

Does it feel like he's jumping off the horizon?

Han Xian, who had no distractions, didn't think about it, but the slightly moving eyelids found a trace of abnormality, although a trace of uncertainty flashed in the bottom of his heart, but his eyes still didn't open completely.

Because I feel that the warm current that broke into my heart is a little domineering, but when that leaf bears it, he is almost trembling with excitement, so what reason is there to give up such a cheerful opportunity.

Why is there a trace of vitality in the barren world because of the slaughter, on the solid land, a trace of proud green is difficult to break through the hard soil, and he who has been sleeping for so long has also been awakened by the newborn sun, and the wind is gently swaying, and it turns out that he is not alone in being awakened.

The real king of Shangwu, his eyes have been opened with difficulty from the warmth, this full of green eyes is too strange, his face has already been full of solemnity, and he glanced at the sun again.

I asked myself, "Is there a problem?"

Shi Mo would not believe this, his mind quickly swept in all directions, everything was exposed in front of him, and understanding the one-sided made Shi Mo even more puzzled, because the green of the grass and trees did not come out of Shangwu City.

But no matter where Shangwu City is, life is quietly growing, even the land that is often soaked in flesh and blood into a deep black is no exception, and the same green has not spared Shangwu's old enemy, Juque City.

The mind retreated to Shangwu, but on the way back, his face was terrified, and his strong voice exploded: "Drumming!"

Han Xian's brows furrowed slightly, whether he noticed a trace of unknown things sweeping over him, but his eyes did not open, because today's sun rise was extraordinarily long, but Han Xian definitely wanted to hope that this was an eternity.

"Boom!"

"Knock knock!!"

"Knock Knock Knock !!"

Even if you want to close your eyes, you have to open them, because the strong and high voice pulled Han Xian out of his intoxication, but before the question appeared in his eyes, he was stunned by the green in his eyes.

Everyone was looking at each other, and everyone was stunned and asking the people around them, 'Are you still in Shangwu?'

And who can answer this!

The questioning eyes were quickly dissipated by the sound of the drum, and no one who was in the phase understood the eagerness expressed in the drum.

Everyone knows that the drum is so impatient, and it is only when Shanggo is in danger that this drum will be so shocking, because he said that there is no way back.

'Is the witch god invading?'

Han Xian's mind couldn't explain it, a red light flew into the sky, Han Xian was no stranger to him, but at this time, it was not the 'blood map' that grabbed his attention, but the pale golden cloud floating in the center of the battlefield.

It wasn't Han Xian who found him, and it wasn't Han Xian who was stunned, his eyes that were originally obsessed with the early sun were so obsessed with the quiet and floating clouds at this time.

It completely replaced the position of the sun, and the brilliance of the clouds poured into the heart again and again.

The blood map has been floating in the air, but the once brave charge has not sounded, and at this moment, whether it is Shangwu or Juque, the sun is hanging high, but it is as silent as the night.

But the silence was eerie, for there was no sound of insects and beasts, only the sound of excited and low breathing.

At this time, the distant and heroic drum sound could not shatter the strange dream under the auspicious clouds, but not everyone was as cold and hot as Han Xian, and his eyes were hard to open.

Wu Jitang glanced at Xiangyun, and sneered that even in holiness, he couldn't purify the skeleton in his eyes, although the war drums were in the sky, but the sound of blood sounded in his ears.

"Battle !!"

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