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Wenziqi sighed lightly, and turned around to leave, and how dare Ya Lianque lag behind, he actually left Que Rong directly and followed Wenziqi's side, involving life, then he couldn't take care of the beauty.

Is there really no other name in my heart?

The footsteps that did not move half a minute were a strong proof of the smile of the past, Que Rong had a pair of eyes firmly fixed on Bu Wushuang's body, and the Dao power of the whole body had become a line, as long as one thought, the runes could be condensed and formed.

But this is a matter between men, and it is really inconvenient for women to interfere.

"Rongruo, you can leave too. Han Xian thought of that person again, and his voice was already euphemistic, but he resolutely did not change it.

Que Rong's eyes darkened slightly, he didn't want to be that person, and the departure at this moment really couldn't be changed, and he said in a low voice: "Le Guogong, life is a big matter, don't force it." ”

"Haha, you really don't have to worry about your lover's life, this is a holy place for Buddhism, how dare I kill recklessly, those old monks, just jump out of one, one palm can overtake me" Bu Wushuang roared with a smug smile.

"Hmph, I hope so. ”

Que Rong snorted coldly, but his gaze still swept over Han Xian's face with concern.

"Hey, Han Xian, I can see that this girl really likes you, really, she has never been bad for her brother. "Bu Wushuang is already hot to abnormal.

"Oh, really?"

Han Xian's face shook and replied coldly.

Before the end of that day, Bu Wushuang's question had not yet been answered, and he whispered in his mouth: "Han Xian." ”

"Hehe, I already knew that your name was Han Xian, how about it, the taste of Dream Sanqian is not bad," Bu Wushuang said with a smug face.

People are happy, and this happy and complacent joy falls in their own eyes, of course, it becomes anger.

The coldness in his eyes flashed with a fighting spirit, and the wine was drunk that day, and it became a pity for the first war, and now he should fill in this blank.

"Hey, you don't have to put on this face, I really didn't want to kill you. "Is this person really born proud, the words are innocent and childish, as if as long as he wants to, the world will become a dead soul.

"Haha, Brother Bu, do you think you killed me?"

Han Xian sneered on his face and said in a dark manner.

People are not really naïve, Bu Wushuang's eyes are still arrogant, but at this moment, he has indeed found the same arrogance as himself from Han Xian, and the fighting spirit is instantly ignited in his eyes.

"Hiss~~. ”

Eyes are opposite each other in the air.

Sneering at the battle, sneering at the proud, laughing at the proud, resolutely roaring resolutely.

"Haha~"

laughed out in unison, and immediately alarmed the fallen leaves on the ancient temple tiles, and Bu Wushuang said with no smugness and contempt in his eyes: "It is a blessing to meet Brother Han in this life." ”

Han Xian was also proud, and whispered: "This battle, for the time being, will be saved, and when it comes, it will definitely compete with Brother Bu." ”

"Good. ”

Bu Wushuang replied lightly, but his face was indeed pale and his arm suddenly raised, and his fist swung towards Han Xian, which means, of course Han Xian understands, and his fists clenched and struck out.

"Bang~~. ”

Witnessing the sound of the bones in front of the Buddha should be an inviolable contract.

"Brother Han, although you can't fight today, you can definitely divide the wine into a high and low" Bu Wushuang wine pot mentioned, and the pride was even more abundant in the past.

"Haha, okay. ”

In the pure place of Buddhism, there were indeed arrogant locusts, Han Xian and Bu Wushuang didn't care at all whether the wine in their hands would arouse the greed of the monk hidden in the corner, they sat directly on the ground and drank in large gulps.

In this moment, I am only happy for myself.

But the happy hour is always short-lived, and it is not long before the sun sinks, and the moon stands on the branches, and it is time to turn the lamp four times.

By the darkness of the night, and by the drunkenness of this wine, some people should vomit words that are destined to be unpleasant.

"Brother Han, I see that your face is very dark, I'm afraid that you have a ghost and a secret disease," Bu Wushuang said softly under the cover of the strength of the wine and shaking his head.

Han Xianmeng poured a sip of wine into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Heh, I didn't expect that Brother Bu would meet each other." ”

Although he was drunk with wine, Han Xian was not so stupid as to spit out everything he had for the sake of wine in his mouth, what was wrong with his body, and what was he willing to do with others.

Bu Wushuang's eyes flashed with a hint of discoloration, and he stood up directly, swept drunkenly, and said, "Brother Han, if he has nowhere to solve his illness in the dark, he should go to Shentian to find me." ”

What's the use of looking for you at that time, looking for someone to bury your bones?

At this moment, Han Xian only wanted to get drunk, and ignored all the sorrows in his heart, but the smile was really lonely, it turned out that this person was not a real bosom friend and drunken friend.

The intention is to achieve, and Bu Wushuang asks himself when it is time to leave.

And just when his legs and feet were just raised, his expression was indeed a little speechless, and he glanced at Han Xian on the ground, and said: "I look at the person surnamed Ya, it is not simple, Brother Han is better to be careful." ”

"Well, I'm going to kill him. ”

Han Xian's drunkenness seemed to be completely in his heart, his mouth had become nonsense, his body actually fell directly, and his entire body was lying flat on the cool ground.

Bu Wushuang is just like he came silently, and left silently.

Drunkenness adorned the face, and at this moment, Han Xian's gaze fell on the night sky with a drowsiness with wine, and the bright night was already so beautiful that it made people tremble.

But the drunken hazy eyes are actually afraid of this beauty, as if the blink of an eye will steal his heart.

Han Xianyi didn't dare to look at the flickering of the stars, but this fear did not come from the stars, but from the heart, and there were laughter in the stars from distant places, and his time was short.

His eyes fell in a hurry, but when he fell, he did find a trace of surprise.

"Buddha. ”

Han Xian immediately jumped up from the ground, and a pair of eyes fell firmly on the peaceful Buddha statue in the main hall, with a very pious look on his face, and inadvertently, he stepped towards the main hall.

Do you have a pilgrimage heart?

Can the Buddha solve the confusion in the heart?

Before you even try it, you know it's just a fantasy.

Han Xian's body stopped alone in the cold air, drunk and slowly passed away with the cold, the wind was everywhere, and the sound of fine broken leaves on the top of the mountain disturbed the gradually cold mood.

It turned out that the place of pilgrimage was not in front of the Buddha, but in the place of the thin leaves.

Han Xian was drunk like a dream, and with a little instinct under his feet, he moved gently towards the red maple tree on the top of the mountain, how about the sound of this leaf and the cloud mountain tree?

The shadow was already vague in his heart, to it, to Yunshan, Han Xian at this moment actually said: "I don't know." ”

The night was deep, but the people in it were ready to move.

Han Xian instinctively walked along the mountain road step by step towards the old tree on the top of the mountain.

But just as people were about to reach the bottom of the tree, a pair of intoxicated eyes actually found a strange shadow in the darkness of the night and the shadows of the old tree.

"Uh~~. ”

Han Xian couldn't help but sigh softly in his mouth, and his heart tightened violently, and his face flushed with wine immediately appeared pale, but under the tree was a bitter ghost, whether he was pouring out his heart to the Buddha.

That shadow, or the delusional ghost that Han Xian imagined in his heart, turned his face around in Han Xian's gentle disturbance, the face that was dotted through the shadow of the leaves in Haoyue was like a hell soul, and her face was even more terrifying, it was a real ghost.

Han Xianxin was already chilling out of instinctive fear, and his feet were shocked and took two steps back.

And at this moment, the soul is also like herself, slowly regressing, whether it is a ghost or a human, they dare not see this flesh and blood, so as to slowly sink into the darkness.

And Han Xian was asking, was his retreat because he was afraid?

How could I have been afraid of her!

What's more, there are countless ghost experiences hidden in front of his heart, but for that ethereal thing, people born in the dust of distractions are instinctively in awe.

And what is Han Xian's bothering to cover up now?

When he retreated from the horror, Han Xian's brain actually showed some signs of clarity, who was that ghost, who was that hideous and terrifying hell soul, and who was that person?

Instinctively, Han Xian remembered.

In a panic, Han Xian saw it.

She should not forget herself, her flustered gaze was filled with this intense eagerness, and at this moment a pair of legs and feet were really instinctive, to run away towards the ghost.

She was like a truly dissipated soul, and she disappeared in the shadow of the tree.

I used to miss it once, and now how can I miss it, Han Xian's running with both feet is almost dead, and finally his efforts have not been in vain.

Although the shadow is vague, his own efforts to make this blur slowly condense into reality.

How far is this journey, is there a distance of several lifetimes under the leaves, and why is there often the illusion of reincarnation and death.

And for her, Han Xian's running at the moment is like a chase at the end of the world.

In order to forget how long he has lived, and how long he has been chasing, what he can know is that the person is still in front of him, fortunately, he did not lose her, and he is unfortunate that he has not caught up with her.

The night is not a night, and the leaf is not a leaf.

Han Xian, who was chasing the back, didn't know that he had been left behind in the night, and he didn't know that he was lucky enough to stray into a wonderful place because of the chase.

And the people at this moment are really laughing sincerely.

The back stopped in his eyes, and he was approaching her step by step with the gasp of running and the shyness of his heart.

This time she finally didn't dodge.

Han Xian came behind her with a breath, and the shy person grabbed her arm very decisively this time, this time he didn't let go, this time he must not let go.