Because of exhaustion, the body fell into darkness, and the night was deep, but Han Xian didn't want to sleep, how could he fall asleep, his brother was fighting alone at the moment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

And how useless it is to weep when you are indeed curled up here.

I wanted to stand up and keep fighting, how hot my heart was shouting.

But does it work?

The night was really too deep, and the body was really too tired, and the eyes that burned with fire looked angrily at the peaceful sleep of the body.

The shouting is ringing, too small for the endless void. The serene eyes were closed as tightly as the hands.

I wanted to break my hand and take out the gun, so the girl tried her best, and even thought of poison.

And Han Xian wanted to open his eyes, it can be said that he tried his best, can that voice still make a sound, at least the empty darkness did not respond.

This is like a cage, Han Xian has no other way but to shout desperately, and how sad this is, at this moment, that heart is so clear, why didn't it live and die with that body, and now he can only watch that body sink into the darkness little by little.

The imprisoned man must have fallen to his knees, without the protection of his body, how cold it was. The head was buried deep in the chest, and the hoarse voice was earning something?

Do you miss a distant place, why am I crying?

Terrible and derived from the bottom of my heart, aren't you already dead, is it a nostalgia for life, that cry is not a rhapsody for a gun, but an attachment to life.

The smile adorned his miserable cheeks, fleeing from his chest, and he wanted to see him one last time.

Hehe, those who hesitate have to pay the price, and the familiar face has long been thrown into the darkness of his kindness, how can he still remember this tearful person.

The sad smile was not put away, although it was impossible to see the face clearly, but the stubborn light emanating from the body in the darkness could still be caught by the eyes.

The smile was because of satisfaction, because I saw that glimmer of light, so the heart had not yet collapsed, and I knelt stupidly, staring blankly, waiting for the glimmer of light to sink into the endless darkness.

And now that brain, do you remember the spear in the hand of the shell at this moment?

Forget it, Yun Jiaao has been left behind, how can he still remember him, this is a moment when the heart and form are separated, and other impurities are not allowed.

The body that sank into the abyss of darkness must have also found that the heart in the cage was watching alone, so no matter how the darkness was dragging, everything in that body was unwilling to move, and he wanted to say goodbye to his heart with the most beautiful posture, although his face was serene, but it must be full of fortitude.

And how can that hand be released, only a clenched fist can express its firmness to the greatest extent, even if the strength of the darkness drags on, that fist will not let go.

I'm also watching over my heart.

If that girl appeared here, she should know that his waiter was right, and Han Xian's hand that held the spear tightly was effective to cut it with a knife.

Dao power is of little use to those who think they are dead, unless the girl is willing to crush her finger bones with her own hands, she is the master, and I am not willing to do something.

So the waiter didn't have a choice.

If you don't want to use it in your heart, all you can do is close your eyes and don't look at it, but your hot cheeks and hot heart will definitely be burned by the hot blood.

And the blood stains on the face can be washed away, but the dirt on the heart is destined to be impossible to escape in this life.

Do you know that these are useful, you must hate yourself to death in your heart, why talk too much, say it, and the consequences can only be beared, the person who has a lot of mouth has decided to chop his hands.

Stomp Han Xian's hand!

I must not have thought that someone would disturb me, the loud Buddha name, this humble person must be trembling, otherwise the hanging dagger would not have fallen to the ground, and he would not have been on the ground.

The waiter's face was bloodless, his hands kept beating his chest, and his mouth repeated almost dementedly: "Scared me to death, scared me to death." ”

In fact, he should be glad that if it weren't for the sound of the Buddha's name, he would have taken a clean cheek with blood flowing at the moment, but he would not have thanked him.

The frightened man struggled to stand up, glanced timidly with his eyes, and a few steps away, the monk who folded his hands and sang Buddhist words in a low voice hurriedly ran to his master's side, and gasped for air.

And how can his master not be surprised, the biggest difference is that the backbone can still stand upright, how dare to face the kind person with a shy face.

So she didn't dare to turn around, and at this time, the corners of her eyes were choking tears, so she didn't dare to turn around, and these tears were regrets?

Who knows, but even if those eyes are occupied by tears, others can feel the perseverance of Han Xian lying quietly in the dust.

And now the heart still didn't give up, and tears quietly fell to the ground: "Master, you want to stop me." The voice trembled a little, but who could understand it as fear.

"Donor, why bother with this difficult person, flowers are not leaves, you get it now, and it will not necessarily be yours in the future. The monk whispered.

Maybe I still want to hide, but the proud heart has turned the human body around, and the voice is still so soft, but the firmness in it is more clear and clear: "Master, you want to stop me?"

And at this moment, above the beautiful spear cold front, the white light began to flicker again, just like that heart, it has already given so much, and the villain himself has done it, is it lost?

I'm not going to give up!

The compassionate eyes closed, shook his head gently, folded his hands, and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha." This look looks so solemn, I hope to be able to overcome Han Xian and suffering.

The girl's eyes burned with war intent again, the spear was raised, and she said softly, "Dan'er, take the gun." ”

How cute, the body was hit by the thunder and lightning again, and the slight trembling was too obvious The reluctance in his heart was too obvious, and he did not give up struggling: "Miss, I..." ”

Although the waiter's voice was full of weeping, his master did not care, and shouted softly: "Get the gun." ”

Because he didn't dare, his body trembled, and because he didn't dare, his footsteps approached Han Xian little by little, and when he approached Han Xian's side, those feet must have kicked the dagger that had fallen into the dust.

Glancing at the monk timidly, the treasure did not move at all, but there was a little peace in his heart, the dagger was picked up, and it was raised again.

Inadvertently, he glanced at the solemn monk again, but he still didn't move for half a minute, and then glanced back at his own miss, but it was a fluke, hey. is also like the monk, his expression has not changed by half a point, the difference is that it is full of the Buddha's fighting intent to block and kill the Buddha, and the eagerness in his eyes.

Monk, are you dead?

The blood in front of you, don't you see it, this look can only be sad, shouldn't the hands be simply folded, shouldn't it be more important to stop the butcher's knife?

"Ahh The waiter must have been emboldening himself, so he shouted, and the butcher's knife was about to fall.

The solemn eyes of the treasure must have been startled, how could the people of the Buddhist family not stop the blood: "Donor, slow down." ”

It must be slow, why did you shout so loudly, in order not to wake you up the old monk, the butcher knife stopped quietly in the air.

And the girl is now looking at the monk with a look of war, in order to prepare for a battle, but how can she still have the belief to fight.

"Donor let me come. As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to the Dan attendant.

The waiter stood in the wind, and her master, the young lady, was even more stupid in the wind, and her ears may have misheard, but the hand stretched out in the air could not be wrong.

The monk took two steps forward, and the waiter took two steps back in surprise, and the dagger in his hand fell into the dust again, and he forgot to pick it up again, because the monk walked to his side, how could he not be cowardly, and ran to the side of the mountain again.

The monk bent down and picked up the dagger in his hand, and the girl's expression changed too little, and she watched quietly, as if she was really waiting for him to take the spear.

Bald donkey, what do you want to do, don't you know that you are holding a butcher's knife in your hand?

Why do you want to hold it up like the waiter, I don't know if you really want blood to burn your cheeks, even the Buddha name that is sung in many places cannot wash away the dirt of the past.

The waiter must have closed her eyes, for she was afraid to see blood, and the fortitude of the girl's heart would not allow her to close them.

Master, the butcher's knife that should have cut open the palm of his hand did turn into a smooth stream and broke the sky: "Amitabha." ”

A soft voice came from the air: "Master, you can't stop me. ”

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