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No matter how painful the muscles and bones are, Han Xian will not give up the good time, others don't mention it, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't want to, these things will always crawl into his mind very trickily, Han Xian is destined to accompany him for a long time.

In fact, this memory is not useless, this place is still lonely, and his teacher has left Han Xian plenty of time, and he is not afraid that Han Xian will be troubled by others again.

Maybe it's because he thinks that this lucky person won't have such bad luck.

And the world is unpredictable, and Han Xian is indeed ready to be beaten for the second time.

But fortunately, Changtian is favored, and the sunny afternoon is destined to be Han Xian's world alone, everyone is very busy, and they will not waste the only time to have fun.

Those who have experienced death are very afraid of dying by themselves, so they all cherish the time in front of them, unless it is accidental, who will deliberately look for trouble.

The brain that has been beaten by others is much clearer, and the methods of others are carved in the mind, and they can be clearly presented as long as they close their eyes.

And Wu Jitang's genuine teaching has long been wiped out by the deliberate impact of others.

Han Xian smiled, in fact, it seemed that it was okay, but the smile immediately stopped, because it was extremely painful to affect the puffy muscles on his face.

The gun was laboriously danced again, and it was still disassembled into parts, parts, but now part of it, outsiders don't need to be too careful to discover the mystery in it.

Han Xian's gun can be regarded as very confident, if this body is not very painful, he is very sure that he will finish this set of 'leading dragon duel' smoothly.

Sweat flowed in the pay, Han Xian, who had no sleep, forgot the passage of time, and the pain was slowly alleviated in the passage of time, and the gun really thought that it was brushed by himself like a dragon, if this would be when he met a nosy person, he was very confident to play a few back and forth.

And how could Han Xian hit his confidence, if this would meet the person in the morning, it was also inevitable that he would be beaten and his face would be bruised and swollen, the only difference was the change in time.

Han Xian, who put away the gun, looked into the distance, the smooth world spread into the distance, and he stood on the hillside, and in the world of his eyes, Han Xian could not find any audience.

Now I really want Wu Jitang to appear in front of me, so that I can show off my skills, it backfires, and when it is time to come, Han Xian is destined to be lonely.

Fortunately, Han Xian is a lonely person, and his heart is quite clear, although he can see his skills, he is still far from being sophisticated.

Han Xian continued to practice, but if he wanted to sink into self-forgetfulness, his current state of mind could not do it. The heart is irrepressible, and from time to time I stop to look into the distance.

Anyone who understands knows that now if Han Xian continues to practice alone, it will be of no use at all, and the only use is just to boil up his strength and waste some food, what is needed is sparring, sparring with those who have died, and the better way is to go to the place of life and death, fight for the favor of the heavens, so as to learn valuable experience from it, and only what is obtained between life and death will be extremely clear, and it can be regarded as a real understanding.

And these conditions, Han Xian can't enjoy, all he can do now is to waste sweat in impatience, and memorize those moves by sweat.

No matter how impatient he is, time is slowly passing, but there is an end to the passage, Han Xian looked at the sunset red sun, and asked himself in his heart Is today going to end?

The smirk in my heart is obvious, this is inevitable, my eyes are quietly closed, let the breeze lift my long hair, I feel so warm on my face, and the familiar world in my heart has quietly appeared again. He couldn't bear to leave in silence, but the sun would not change the established direction for Han Xian alone.

Once you get closer, you may disappear in an instant.

Han Xian opened his eyes, and there was only a trace of crimson left in the sky, proving that he had been here.

Shaking his head, too much has happened today, shaking the spear in his hand, he feels that he is an old friend who has followed him for many years, and the fact is that it has only arrived today, and the pain in it is so hard that he can't remember.

This will make Han Xian forget some things, so the smile broke into his cheeks again, but the bruise did not forget his duty.

Chirping~

It hurts, and Han Xian's teeth grinned. That person's face also came to mind, still so unstoppable, still like that sneer.

And Han Xian's shout in his heart was inevitable: "You wait for me, I will definitely get back what you owe me." ”

Now that the sun has said goodbye, and Han Xian has no reason to stand in this place and linger with too much wind, resist this gun, and stride towards the place he wants to go.

Wow, this leg is still a little painful, this pain also reminded Han Xian of something, the picture of ten thousand horses galloping in the early morning appeared in front of him again, and the eyes also have their own loneliness, in the excitement of others in a panic to hide their own uniqueness, in addition to this cold front, there should be a good horse who knows the cold and warm.

Han Xian was not worried at all that the good horse would be too far away from him, you must know that the eldest brother gave him a horse when he first went to the battlefield last time, and to this day, what else do he have to worry about.

Thinking of the battlefield, his body suddenly trembled slightly, did he really want to go to that place?

Han Xian really couldn't be sure, wondering if the spear in his hand was really that cold, but the fear hidden in his heart was indeed so real.

The depth of the hiding does not mean that Han Xian can't remember.

The flesh and blood are blurred, how can you forget. And the words of that time also rang in my ears.

"I'm going to live on my own. ”

Does everything today give him the courage to live, Han Xian wanted to nod, but the numb head wanted to be nostalgic for the distance and guide the way forward, how could it be as Han Xian wished.

Ay~.

The final argument was to cover up, and only a sigh remained, whether I could live or not was not something that I Han Xian could decide, I was a lucky person, and Changtian would definitely take care of me.

At this moment, the arrogant man is indeed praying for the blessing of the heavens.

Is it because you know how small you are?

These can't be understood, but what I can know is that next time I will still be slim.

Shook the spear on his shoulder, it can be regarded as a recognition of himself, you already have your home, and I should go back to sleep, Han first turned around and left, and did not forget to look back after walking three steps, although he really wanted to hold him to sleep, but at this moment, Shangwu would not allow such a thing to happen.

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The night appeared the moment the sun set, and no one else noticed it, but it was too low-key.

Originally, Han Xian thought that if he was so tired today, he would quickly sink into the white world, but unfortunately, the white world did not come to visit, and Han Xian regretted even more that although it was dark when he closed his eyes, his brain was estranged from the darkness this time, and why he didn't get close to them.

Maybe it's because there's so much going on today, and the brain is still in a state of agitation.

Han Xian had insomnia, in the midst of a group of thunderous snoring, he was impatient and wanted to fall asleep, but it was in vain once, his eyes were closed or this world, and his eyes were opened just to prove that it was really still this world.

Han Xian gave up, what can he do?

Lying down?

In this fluctuating snoring, how torturous it was, so Han Xian gave up.

Putting on clothes and escaping from this noisy world, it was more like being squeezed out.

Lifting the curtain, Han Xian hesitated, do you really want to go out?

It's just that my hands paused for a moment, and I have nothing to hesitate about, I all stood up, what a waste if I didn't go out.

Leaving the warm barracks, the cold air outside the house made Han Xian feel excited, and the surroundings were empty, only a lonely flame not far away was burning quietly, as if there was nothing to be nostalgic about outside.

This cold side doesn't belong to me, and the idea of escaping is derived in my mind again, forget it, I'd better go into the house, I wasted so much energy, and it collapsed in just an instant.

When Han Xian turned around, perhaps by accident, he glanced up at the sky, and it was just such a glance that made his gaze reluctant to leave for a long time.

I couldn't help but exclaim, "It's so beautiful." ”

The stars in the sky constituted a wonderful picture, allowing the creatures to find their own picture scroll in it, and how could Han Xian know the uniqueness of it now, he could only revel in the magnificence of his appearance.

And tonight he has a harvest, the piece of things in his heart, in the day's rush, in the intoxication of the night sky, slowly took shape, and all the brilliance was converged.

Swaying in the wind like a new leaf, undulating in the chest.

And Han Xian was intoxicated with the sky, how could he know his changes.

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