Whether this person wants to die or not, Wu Jitang can't figure out, what can he do at this time, it's very simple, just go forward and get that person away like a dead dog again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

It's really simple, but this pale man left his body with his soul, and he reported on his way to the hell of Abi?

Obviously, the glow of that eye flow told everyone no, so what happened to him?

Because he was already stupid, did he think that the person with frost in his hair could pull out the cold spear, he never thought about it like this, because he knew deeply that he could not shake the Wuxiang Han Feng without a little bit of Dao power, and in the hands of ordinary people, it was a towering mountain, which could only be looked up, and forcibly approaching would definitely pay a price.

Could it be that Wu Jitang just watched the blood qi around Han Xian's body completely freeze, and the sound of blood vessels bursting was very crisp?

Wu Jitang didn't have such a fetish, those ears, Wu Jitang's ears didn't let go of any sound, that squeak, not only the sound of cold condensation, but also Han Xian's unyielding, because Wu Jitang knew that the teeth in that mouth could still be cut.

That person is still holding on, and what reason does he have to stop it.

Doesn't the cold ice hanging from the ends of your hair feel cold?

So what, the man who gritted his teeth did not notice a layer of ice attached to his skin, his eyes were round, his teeth were closed, even if it was a big tree with intertwined roots, such a person was straining.

Han Xian's teeth. Han Xian's eyes were full of determination.

The eyeballs looked as if they were about to come out, and the teeth were bloodshot around them, but before they could reach the ground, they were frozen in the cold around them.

So what, the big eyes didn't see the blood hanging on the corners of his mouth, so can his hands still be strong?

The eyes, the hands, and the corners of the mouth seemed to have not moved for a long time.

Is everything still in your eyes?

Wu Jitang was still shocked by the decisive battle with Han Xian, he should wake up, otherwise the cold ice would really freeze this person completely, and he did wake up.

But the pace of progress is still hesitating, why is it so slow, as long as a few big steps, he can walk to Han Xian's side, as long as he stretches out his hands, the cold around Han Xian can turn into spring breeze and rain, but why is this person's footsteps just gently lifted and moved forward a little.

And that point can be ignored for Han Xian's life.

Are you going to die?

Maybe it was a relief, but this kind of relief Han Xian couldn't show a peaceful smile on his face, because the muscles of his face were frozen by the cold in his arms.

What a pity it would be if I didn't smile when I was relieved, and my life would end in the cold front?

In his heart, the majestic Yunshan is calling for this wandering soul, although there is no smile on his face, but in his heart he must have buried himself in the soil of Yunshan.

If you sleep where you want to be, how can you not have a smile?

At this moment, the top of the cloud mountain must be dancing with the glow of the sky, and such a person is lying in the pit he has dug himself, waiting for the sunset to be buried.

The gentle laughter in the ears came from the mourning of the past, and the person lying in the pit was impressed by the beautiful sunset on the horizon, and the eyes were stained with teardrops.

Is this tear a nostalgia for the sunset, or a resonance with the past?

That dusk, that dusk hidden in the dark heart, the whirring wind is asking Han if he regrets it, or that smile, that sobbing smile, I don't regret it.

The crying in my heart is so loud, and the wind on the top of the mountain is cheerful.

The clouds in my heart, the clouds dyed with bright red blood, danced happily with the wind, and laughter appeared in front of me, the three, the five, the ten, and the group of people were all waiting for this person who had been away from home for too long with a smile.

The mountain wind is still cheerful, and Yao Di under the tree of Yunshan has found that a new tooth has been pulled out from the treetops, and the new teeth have alarmed the dew in the treetops and the people below.

The coolness on his forehead shocked the memories in his heart, perhaps this person had come for the memory, and the cloudy eyes looked at the sun hiding in the green shade, and the sunlight touched the crystal at the corner of the eye.

"My child. ”

But the eyes of the man lying in the tomb wanted to be closed, and when he closed his eyes, it was black, and it was the dirt that covered his skin.

But at this moment, I don't want to close my eyes, because I still want to see the kind figure in the glow flying in the sky, and I hope that those calloused hands can pick up the tears from the corners of my eyes.

The mountain of clouds, the sun of the mountain of clouds will not disappoint this man, and in that group of people, the kind man came out, and the hands, trembling hands, reached into the tomb.

For Han Xian, who was frozen all over, how warm those hands were, and the warmth of the corners of his eyes made the bitter cold place in his heart taste the charm of spring.

"Mother. ”

That group of people must not want to leave the person lying in the tomb, and the sun must not want to sink into the land of Yunshan, and the flying glow in the sky is not the beginning of the morning glow.

When will the dark and bitter cold land see the spring water tinkling again?

The blood around the body, the blood contained in the blood heard the surging from the bottom of the heart, how ridiculous it was in the face of such a scorching temperature and ice, and the rushing blood washed his own river again and again with his own stubbornness.

The footsteps that slowly lifted fell silently again, but this time they forgot to lift it again, because the ears were completely occupied by the gurgling sound again, Wu Jitang must have been very cold at this time, and the pale and bloodless face was a good proof, and this time it was completely frozen like Han Xian.

The gurgling sound in the ears became more and more tenacious, and the gurgling sound broke into the bottom of the heart along with the squeak, hitting the deep ice hidden in the corner of the heart.

"Bang. ”

The pale-faced Wu Jitang's whole body shook violently, his eyes stared at the miracle in front of him, the cold ice covering his body began to spread from his arms to the fine lines, and with a crisp sound, the shackles that sealed his body were completely broken.

The ear was completely occupied by the cold, broken sound, and soon the occupation had to reced, for the heart found a voice that should be listened to and cherished more.

If he could, Wu Jitang would definitely close his eyes, but at this moment he forgot, wasn't it the sound of trickling water that occupied the bottom of his heart, wasn't it the torrent of blood rushing in Han Xian's body!

"Hey. Wu Jitang sighed, his pale face glowed with a layer of red light, and the cold ice hidden in the corner of his heart must have quietly melted away with this sigh.

Wu Jitang, who was full of red light, looked at Han Xian, who was red-faced, and still tried like that, obviously Han Xian did not find comfort from the frozen pain, so is the picture staged in the corner of his heart in the blood that melts and surges?

Was the spear in his arms infected by Han Xian's blood?

Laughing, it is arrogant by nature, but it is also cold by nature, what do you have to do with me, how can you become a burden to me without half of your strength today.

But Han Xian was unwilling, because the thing in his hand did not move at all, and his blood was still flowing, and he was not dead yet, so he would definitely be able to rescue him from that arrogant soil.

Han Xian's efforts, do the people behind him know?

Wu Jitang shook his head, but because he found that the cold ice on his arm and face was closing again, did the incessant sound of spring water show signs of freezing again?

This distance is really close, a few steps or a slight movement, Wu Jitang appeared beside Han Xian, such a close distance, the tears hidden in the corners of the eyes were unreservedly displayed in Wu Jitang's eyes, and the cold ice covered on the eyelids was launching a general attack on the eyeballs.

How could the hands hesitate, a little light quietly lurking in the palms of their hands.

The man must have noticed the temperature coming from his shoulder, and his protruding eyes slowly closed, did Wu Jitang get acquiescence?

The hand slowly dragged back, and the chest finally left the evil cold, Wu Jitang must have been a little bold, but he wanted to throw Han Xian in the dirt like a dead dog again?

Is Wu Jitang doubting his indecision, why hasn't he been able to completely get Han Xian out of the spear, if this continues, this person will definitely be frozen to death, and the Dao power in his hand has increased a few points.

Those hands were completely numb from the cold, and they could only tightly tie up the cold spear, or Wu Jitang's Dao power could not dissolve the cold ice of the forbidden palm.

Wu Jitang glanced at Han Xian's hands, and there was another sigh in the wind, and the arm on Han Xian's shoulder silently detached.

But the warmth on the shoulders withdrew, how the tired spine could still support the unyielding body, how the palms that tightly clung to the body of the gun still had the strength to lock and fall in the air.

The knee was completely plunged into the dirt, followed by the proud head.

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