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Han Xian's eyes blinked slightly, this feeling was really wonderful, how long had it been, how long had it been since I had experienced the feeling of the warm trickle slowly sinking into the atrium.

The feeling of the sun shining on his face is too nostalgic, Han Xian's eyes are reluctant to open, he is not white enough, if he is in love with the sun, then this person is really about to become black charcoal.

Hehe, Han Xian smiled, even if he really fell in love with the feeling of the sun shining on his body, he would have no chance to become black charcoal, because he was swaying in the wind and rain, and he had to experience too much cold.

This path is chosen by oneself, and the current change is still too late, the direction of Yunshan has not changed, and the dead soul can be found, not to mention the living body.

Han Xian's eyes opened slightly, the sun in the sky was still gentle, his smile was shallow, and he said in a low voice, "Have I returned my head?"

This is the most essential question, the five quietly blooming star map origins in my heart tell Han Xian again and again that you no longer belong to that quiet place.

You are a calamity, where you appear, where it is destined to be a bloody storm, let that place be the last quiet.

The stream hit the mountain rocks and made a rumbling sound, Han Xian looked at the passing stream, smiled lightly and said, "You not only take away the dirt all over my body, but also ask you to tell me that I miss that familiar place." ”

When did he become so amorous.

How did Han Xian know, with a roar, Yun Xiao instantly ran to his side, turned over, and Yun Qi had left the sun behind him for a short time.

Han Xian didn't doubt Yun Hao's choice at all, or should he say that he didn't know where Shangwu should go, so he let Yun Hao choose his own path.

The old horse knows the way, although Yun Hu is not old, but he can recognize the place he wants to go.

Day and night were numb in my impatient heart, and I forgot to count how many mornings and dusk passed.

The aura of slaughter has been swirling around Han Xian, all he sees is desolation, there is a trace of blood in the air that scrapes his throat, Han Xian is not mistaken, there must be a place that he has missed for a long time in the layers of black shadows at the end of his gaze, it turns out that this place can also make his heart beat faster.

The shadow of the sluggish young man must have appeared in Han Xian's mind.

As if nothing had changed, the young man was still a young man, but his face was cold after being tempered by blood, and the wind blowing his face didn't seem to have changed, which still made Han Xian feel a kind of cold to the bone.

Even if the sun above his head was trying, cold sweat could still seep out of his back.

The appearance of the once young boy must have carried that deep-rooted voice: "It's too late for you to turn back now." ”

Do demons send gods?

Why did Han Xian pull the reins tightly, Yun Xiao must not have thought of it, and raised his front hooves high in surprise, with a lot of blame and doubt.

If Han Xian was thrown off the horse, then he should really go back to Yunshan, but Han Xian's lower plate was like being firmly fastened to Yun Xian's body, and no matter how high his legs were raised, he couldn't move Han Xian's face.

"Yunshan, without such a horse, let alone a person like you, you still can't go back!"

A smile rose on Han Xian's face, the red light in his eyes flashed suddenly, and there was a kick under his feet, Yun Qian was in pain, and he was already desperate to take Han Xian and run towards Shangwu at a gallop.

The strange red mangs come and go faster.

The layers of black shadows in front of him slowly appeared in front of Han Xian's eyes, but this time there was only Wuxiang in front of him in his heart, and there was no cloud mountain far away in the sky.

That is the goal of my Han Xian's charge, and I will have no regrets.

Although there was no spear in his hand, Han Xian had his own fist, the hand holding the reins had been released, his face was not half emotional, and his eyes were full of coldness.

That Shangwu Wuxiang is his own goal, to crush him.

Han Xian's determination. The momentum of the clouds, the rumbling of the iron hooves, the single horse did run out of the momentum of thousands of troops, the distant ancient beast had already vaguely lay in front of Han Xian, all the wind was its breath, all the smell of blood spreading in the air was gushing out by that huge mouth.

An unprecedented feeling of coldness spread in Han Xian's heart, as if the ancient giant beast in front of him had aimed its sinister gaze at him, daring to approach the diameter to obliterate it.

But for the cold feeling in his heart, Han Xian was not afraid at all, and his determination remained the same. The momentum is still there.

Han Xian's fearlessness is terrifying, if he appears in front of the Shangwu City Wall with such an imposing appearance, and is not shot into a sieve, you must know that the people on the Shangwu City Wall will not recognize him Han Xian's name.

Even if Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang appeared in front of Shangwu's city gate, they had to be careful, otherwise they wouldn't even know how to die.

Han Xian's fearlessness was completely blinded by determination, but the terrifying Yun Qi was not blind, and the cold feeling not only appeared in the bottom of Han Xian's heart, but also tortured Yun Xian's little heart.

At this time, the hideous face of the Shangwu giant beast was easy to completely appear in front of Han Xian, and the cold feeling was even stronger, but even this did not shake Han Xian's determination to rush to the city gate.

Han Xian was like this, but Yun Qi was indeed not like this, although the horse's hooves that were struggling to knock on the ground were still very powerful, but their momentum was completely lost.

"Hiss~~"

This time, without Han Xian pulling the reins ruthlessly, as if Lei Chi was in front, Yun Xiao raised his front hooves high in panic, and his huge body almost stood.

How could the man who was determined to shake the gates of the city be so frightened that his whole face and his whole head hit the horse's back.

It was already dark in front of him, it was not that Han Xian fainted in pain, but Yun Xian's thick body blocked all the light, Han Xian's riding skills were really exquisite, so he didn't fall off the horse.

"Poof!"

Yun Qi had already stepped on the ground, and Han Xian's face was pale, and the blood of the boss gushed out of his nose, although the blood rushed out of his body, it also took away Han Xian's frightened cold.

Han Xian's mouth was filled with nosebleeds, and Ren couldn't help but whisper Yun Xiao and said, "I don't know how to run slower, you have to hit me with blood." ”

This kind of gratitude is really difficult for Ma to accept, you must know that if it hadn't woken up in time and didn't follow Han Xian's brain fever, then he would have become a huge hedgehog now, maybe not even a hedgehog.

Yun Xiao snorted violently, as if he was an indictment of Han Xian.

At this time, it was already mid-heaven, and Han Xian forgot how long he had been running all the way, because his mind was always full of Wuxiang and Yunshan, and finally he chose Wuxiang.

But now the problem in front of Han Xian must not have thought about it!

How do you get in, it's impossible to squeeze hard, right?

Han Xian didn't dare to try, because he knew very well in his heart that the people on the city wall could not recognize him, and if he took a step forward, the arrow that demanded his life would definitely be able to pierce his throat.

Han Xian has already jumped off the horse, this is the most tragic thing, Wuxiang is in front of him, and he really doesn't dare to approach half a point with his enthusiasm, is it because he is arrogant?

It is the sacrosanctity of Shangwu, why does not an inch of grass grow, and how much grass can grow innocently in the bloody and cold.

Those uncertain eyes swept over and over again, and the black hole under the city wall was like the mouth of an ancient giant beast, how Han Xian wanted to break its teeth.

But if you get close, you will definitely have your soul's leg cut off.

Standing here and dying, Han Xian didn't dare to think that the sealed place in his mind was thriving again, and the momentum of its growth was already unstoppable.

Han Xian retreated step by step, but Yun Hao still followed closely, reluctant to give up. This man and his horse really feel a little homeless in such a wild plain.

What about retreating, the locked Sen Leng did not change in the slightest, as long as they wanted, they didn't need to consider the range of the arrow, and the means to kill Han Xian were.

Of course, this understands that taking a step back will make others relax, but at the same time, it means that there is no possibility of entering, and a slight step forward is a death.

How is the sealed memory growing, as strong as Han Xian has nailed his backbone to the ground, it is impossible to move forward, it is a line drawn by others, and it is his own choice to retreat, and others cannot impose it.

The fists were clenched again, and the sun in the sky sprinkled the light on Han Xian's body quite playfully, from warm and bright yellow to slightly hot and dusk, and the playfulness of the sun was also tired.

The mouth of the ancient giant beast has long been opened, and it has been coveting the bright sun for a long time, and it is the fate of the sun to be devoured.

Is the same with Han Xian's?

I really can't believe that Shangwu Wuxiang really has nothing to do with him?

The wind gently raised the hair on his head, Han Xian shook his head, and reluctantly turned around and became the most helpless and necessary choice, the place where the sun was lost was completely black, Han Xian's eyes were swallowed by the black, and Han Xian's people also had to step into it.

Is this really the case?

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