Han Xian is undoubtedly a big fat sheep, and the black crow also has a good tooth, but he doesn't dare to kill Han Xian, because the sky above his head takes good care of Han Xian?

The black crow's gaze drooped towards Han Xian, and a sneer was already hanging on the corner of his mouth, keeping in mind the meaning of the Divine Court, and those tired eyes looked at Han Xian more like he was looking at an object, scanning it over and over again from head to toe, and he was already screaming in his heart that it was a pity: "A good soul actually grows on a dog, if I can have that kind of soul, I won't be able to play with birds all day long." Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I don't know if the current crow thinks of himself as a bird, or is it a dog?

His eyes flickered over Han Xian's body, the focus of his mission was to manage Hanning, and it should be said that it was for the 'thin love blade' in his hand. ’

The black crow sighed again in his heart: "Why is this person's luck so good, he is actually lucky to pick up the treasure of imperial power, if I can be lucky enough to get it, I will not play with birds." ”

For some, all the bird man can get is shaking his head and sighing, plus gritting his teeth, the eyes that are half obsessed and half resentful swept over Huo Xin's pale face, and the hatred for Guan Hanning in his heart is beyond measure: "I really don't understand why Princess Xin fell in love with dog things, don't you know my infatuation?"

At this moment, Guan Hanning had long been submerged in the sea of black crows, but the eyes of the black crows must have seen clearly through the crows that Guan Hanning, who was struggling to support inside.

I have shouted thousands of times in my heart: "Not dead yet, not dead yet." ”

Obviously, it is not enough to kill Guan Hanning quickly at this level, but Guan Hanning should know that everything is short-lived, and his persistence has an end.

When the power is always exhausted, it also includes the 'Emperor Seal Main Soul' in his heart, 'If you don't cut the soul to save Huo Xin, then the person in front of you will be able to cut it down easily.

There is no regret medicine in the world, and it is impossible for Guan Hanning to regret it, although his eyes are very tired, although the layers of black crows cover his eyes, but Guan Hanning's eyes must have passed through them, and fell on Huo Xin's pale face, and his heart was warm: "Heart, wait for me!"

Is the emperor really affectionate?

Perhaps the biggest explanation is because Guan Hanning is not the emperor, and the only thing that the owner of the thin love blade can support him to live now is this heart-warming love.

Guan Hanning's eyes only had Huo Xin, and now Han Xian's eyes really only had this wow-wow-wow-wow

Han Xian, who was holding the Wuxiang Feng and jumping into the air, was really very heroic, that momentum, that indomitable look, and he must have the belief of breaking everything.

But sometimes faith is quite ridiculous.

Han Xian must be a reef in the torrent, a spear to open and close, although he has full courage in his heart, but Han Xian is not a fool, he must not let those miserable white teeth get close, and the white bones of the horse can be in front of him.

In fact, Han Xian was making the best prediction, but it was also a struggle, and he could stop the overwhelming crows, and there was no doubt that there was no hope at all.

And now all I have to do is to do my last bit and pull as many burial companions as possible before falling.

The fishy smell of the flock of crows has reached the nostrils, the spear has long been filled with Dao power, the arm is waved, and the bitterness is written all over the cheeks, how can this still move, in the torrent in the steady reef is small.

Before Han Xian's spear could be waved, the crow's eyes were blood-red. Moribai's teeth gnawed at the edge of the gun.

In an instant, Han Xian's world was dark, and the fishy smell made his brain dizzy, this must have been dead, it must have become a pile of white bones, and the current thought is completely the infatuation of the soul.

Seeing that Han Xian had been captured, a smile appeared on the face of the black fang, if it weren't for the order of heaven, both the body and the soul would have become the nourishment of the crow, how could there be any infatuation.

If Han Xian still wants to pretend to be stupid, then he can continue, after all, no one cares about him.

The brain must have adapted to this fishy smell, but the saliva on the face was really disgusting, after all, the flock of miscellaneous birds wanted to bite but did not dare to bite, and they could only gnaw on the skin with their teeth.

Han Xian must have wanted to shout, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, if his tongue was taken away, he would not be able to blame anyone.

Han Xian must still be glad that he is still alive, and the Wuxiangfeng in his hand doesn't know if it was gnawed into his stomach by the crows or inadvertently missed by himself.

Since he is still alive, he cannot be slaughtered at will, and courage is once again calling for fists.

But just when he wanted to hold it tightly, everything was so futile, and Han Xian finally understood his situation, and now any part of his body seemed to be stuck to a huge spider web, except for the brain still moving, even his fingers were squeezed by the flock of crows.

Han Xianding asked: "Why didn't you eat yourself?"

Of course, the brain will not be stupid to think that the teeth that bite the skin first are because they are too full, and they want to feed themselves and wait until the next meal.

For the snowflake **** on his heart, Han Xian didn't understand his usefulness, and he could only take pains to make unintentional imaginations.

Although Han Xian didn't understand, he was indeed living in his star map now.

'Demon Knife' must be in a very bad mood, very bad, in his opinion, it seems that the whole world is trying to grab Han Xian's body with him, which undoubtedly does not mean that the whole world is blocking his progress.

Maybe I still don't want to save it, or maybe I'm thinking of a very good reason.

The 'Demon Knife' really didn't need to think so much, the pair of blood-red eyes outside Han Xian's body represented greed, to represent the greed of the whole world.

'Resentment' has thrived under the diligent irrigation of this reason.

"Hehe, he~~"

Han Xian's soul squatting under the Dao tree with a sad face was shocked, his eyes hurriedly swept around, and he said coldly: "Finally, I can't wait!"

The sneer of the 'Demon Knife' was dumbfounded, obviously his laughter did not lead Han Xian into the right track, and he actually regarded himself as the guy who played with birds.

"Han Xian, do you want to get out," the demon knife said in a deep voice.

Of course, Han Xian muttered to such inexplicable words, but at this time, he had already decided that this voice was not the smelly guy, and still said coldly: "Who are you?"

Hiding in the unknown is the most terrifying, not to mention hiding in the star chart that you are most familiar with.

'Demon Knife' has a lot of hatred in his heart, and he still has the heart to entangle this at this time, and he doesn't know whether to praise him or scold him.

The roar exploded in Han Xian's ears: "If you still want to live, listen to me, if you want to die now, then it's up to you." ”

Is this roar clearing the brain, or is it this roar that blurs the brain even more?

Han Xian didn't even think about it, and the word "think" popped out of his mouth, maybe he wanted to save not only himself, but also Guan Hanning, who was also drowned in the dark.

"Haha~~"

A deafening sound exploded in the star chart, and the ears were already deaf, and just as the eyes were flowering, a fear that had previously been thought to be gone resurfaced in front of me.

A strange square-mouthed long knife was already floating in the eyes.

After seeing too much fear and longing for too much hope, Han Xian took a deep breath and said, "It's you?"

Obviously, Han Xian's expression made the 'Demon Knife' very unhappy, and he snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, stinky boy don't come, if it weren't for me, you would have died a long time ago." ”

"Oh~" A sneer rose up on his cheeks, Han Xian's expression was obviously a contempt, in his opinion, something that could be hidden in his star chart for so long was definitely not a good kind.

For this point, at least Han Xian still thinks right.

The muffled voice of the 'Demon Knife' sounded: "You can call me, Demon. ”

The sneer on Han Xian's face remained unchanged, his eyes were still staring coldly at the demon, and he said softly, "Why do you want to help me?"

"Haha. ”

Before the laughter fell, a figure condensed in front of the knife, the blood-red long hair was windless, and a pair of sword eyebrows showed the domineering of the face even more, and the eyes were chiseled on Han Xian's sneering face, and he said in a low voice: "I only have good for you, no harm." ”

The demon will definitely admire why he has the patience to explain to Han Xian.

Such words could only make Han Xian's heart murmur even more, because the explanation was too much like a cover-up, his eyes stared coldly at the domineering face, and he said coldly: "How can it be proven?"

The knife is mainly strong and fierce, and the demon has wasted so many tongues, and he attaches great importance to Han Xian, and his steps are raised and stepped forward, and a domineering blood qi is pressed on Han Xian's body.

There must be too much pressure on the backbone, and his legs are trembling, and his teeth are chattering, but fortunately, the demon did not look at the wrong person, and Han Xian was not pressed to his knees.

A smile flashed on his face, and his domineering blood was retracted, and he said coldly: "Just because you are still alive now." ”

This is the most convincing words, and this is also the most impressive words for Han Xian, if he wanted to kill himself, he should have died a long time ago.

And he must have what he wants, as for what it is, Han Xian doesn't know yet, but it is certain that at least he will not murder himself now.

I really don't know if Han Xian is smart or pretending to be smart, some things are thought of, and some things are really thought of too much.

The cold color completely receded from his face, and he bowed slightly to the demon: "I don't know how Mr. will help me?"

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