A glimmer of light broke through the dusty eyelids, Han Xian's eyes opened and closed slightly, and the drowsy blur was still forcibly entrenched in his mind, and suddenly the cloudiness in his eyes suddenly cleared, and the whole person jumped up from the bed as if he had been empowered with hot water. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The two essences swept around again and again, and their hearts were already bitter, and the lamentation was written all over their cheeks: "Hey, I'm still oversleeping." In fact, Han Xian's newly awakened head was still not awake enough, and he was the only one left in the barracks where he was today yesterday, and his former face had already become the soul of the realm.

The glimmer of light was revealed into the dim barracks by the power of the wind, and also shone on Han Xian's slightly pale face, and for some reason a smile spread across his cheeks.

"Poof!"

As soon as he sat on the bed, he had already overslept, so why did he think so much, but before the smile was fully bloomed, the bitterness forcibly flooded his face.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~"

The originally pale complexion was bloodless at the moment, this was not Changtian's punishment for Han Xian's occasional laziness, but the abnormal movement of his chest and heart.

Every time the pain turned a thousand times, Han Xian's mouth opened wide, but he couldn't make a sound, his head was buzzing, cold sweat was on his face, and his body was completely bent into a shrimp.

Grab the palm to the chest: "Hiss~~"

When the placket was torn, the air in the barracks was suddenly cold, and the cold light of Youle suddenly filled the entire barracks, and Han Xian was even more painfully unconscious.

When I woke up from a dream, my bloodshot eyes saw the kindness of the light again, and I couldn't help but look at the swaying barracks curtain, which turned out to be still alive.

The palm of the hand touched the chest, and the cold color and surprise immediately rushed into the blood-lined eyes, and the feeling of the hand replaced the eyes, what is it, the brain should have understood, but the last struggle is still in the eyes.

The head was slightly raised, and the sight of the eyes was just another torture.

The darkness swept over again, and the strength of the whole body was more like being emptied, and the whole body was like mud, slumped on the bed.

Of course, I was very unwilling in my heart, and how could I believe that the thing that was dug out of the chest by Guan Hanning actually appeared on the chest again, and it was imprinted on the chest, the maggot of the tarsal bone?

The snow-flying lines were imprinted on the skin like a knife carving, and when he used to hold it in his hand, Han Xian felt that the core of the yin bone was very beautiful, but now that it was imprinted in front of his heart, he didn't think of this word at all.

The pain in his eyes rose again, and there was a grunt in his throat, could it be that the snow-shaped mark was tormented by repeated pain, and the thick breath broke open his throat, this was completely Han Xian's own doing, for the extra things in his body, how not to hate, he must have thought of cutting off the bones and flesh.

However, for his own blood, for his own bones, how can he not cherish it, after the Dao force washes away, the blood line full of eyes is written with helplessness and abandonment.

Today is lazy, and Han Xian also chose to indulge, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he actually fell asleep again, because his muscles and bones were really heavy.

It can be said that Han Xian is not the only one who is lazy, even Guan Hanning chose to stay out of his seat today, and he was quiet in the barracks alone.

There was also a bit of bitterness on that resolute face, and Guan Hanning knew very well in his heart that although he had not left the barracks, he could feel that everything about himself was transparent.

There's always something watching your every move.

Although his heart is bitter, but he is helpless, in fact, Guan Hanning should understand that Shangwu's vigilance against himself cannot be let go so easily, after all, the dragon robe and the emperor's crown are buckled on his body, which shows great rebellion.

And now they can only live under the watchful eye of others.

There's always something to wake up with!

His eyes opened again, a smile spread across his cheeks, and his palm subconsciously touched his chest, and sure enough, Han Xian's luck still sank completely to the bottom, thinking it was a dream, only to find out that it was a joke.

Today, I slept enough in this bed, tidied up my clothes, and went out of the barracks, the cold wind made the dizzy Han Xian shocked, his fists were clenched lightly, and he said with a low smile: "It doesn't seem to have an effect?"

"Haha!"

Thinking like this in my heart, I suddenly swept the stuffiness in my chest, and sure enough, when I used the power of the Dao, the snow-shaped pattern on my chest was as if it didn't exist, I hope I thought too much.

The footsteps are slow, the eyes are swept randomly, and the doubts are in my heart, how do I feel that everyone is preoccupied, is it possible that everyone has snow marks engraved on their chests overnight.

With a slight shake of his head, even Han Xian himself didn't believe that not everyone had such good luck with him.

When the eyes were raised, all they saw were thick dark clouds, which were so similar to the faces of all the people, they were all very dark and very deep.

The more Han Xian walked, the more frightened he became, the gloom that covered everyone's face was not as if it was completely true, but fortunately, now that there was a familiar person, Wu Jitang's upright body stood in the wind.

Han Xian trotted for a while, and his mouth was even more cheerful: "Angkor~~"

This is the dead silence of the pond suddenly plunged into a panicked swimming fish, and everyone's gloomy faces look at this person who contrasts strongly with the environment.

The eyes that were about to be swallowed by Han Xian in the past, Han Xian could not care about it, but today's Han Xian really wanted to completely disappear from everyone's eyes.

Because Wu Jitang's eyes looking at himself were also deeply puzzled.

Fortunately, Han Xian's skin was thick enough, and his steps were even stronger, so he walked to Wu Jitang's side with an innocent smile on his face when Qianfu pointed out.

In Wu Jitang's opinion, it is understandable that for this face, and for this person, all this happened to Han Xian.

A smile appeared on Wu Jitang's icy face, and he said in a low voice, "Get up." ”

Han Xian, who was already embarrassed, was even more shy with his reddish face, because Wu Jitang's words completely exposed his laziness.

Wu Jitang looked at Han Xian's embarrassment and laughed first: "Let's go, there is good wine today." ”

Han Xian's gaze was raised, no matter when, the word wine is quite refreshing, he was very drunk last night, and today he is very drunk.

Even if the **** snow map didn't have the slightest effect, Han Xian knew that he was real, and although wine could only anesthetize the brain, what Han Xian wanted was his ability to temporarily make him amnesiac.

When you get drunk, you forget everything.

"Angkor, how do I feel that everyone is weird today" The question in Han Xian's heart must not be held in his heart, in fact, Han Xian wanted to say, 'Angkor, how do you feel weird today.' ’

Wu Jitang must be envious, not everyone has such a mind as Han Xian, chuckled, and said, "The way you look is also weird in the eyes of others." ”

Such an excuse is really very empathetic, and it chiseled through Han Xian's heart with one word, and when he woke up, there was an evil ghost-like thing in his heart, can it not be blamed?

Crying and laughing, a rainbow pierced the short-term depression in his heart.

Two sounds and shadows in the air, in order to attract everyone's attention, such a magic is rare, a man and a woman stepped on the flying sword, slowly cutting through the sky.

Where they went, even Han Xian could think of it, and that direction was obviously Ben Shimo, maybe he shouldn't ask, but Han Xian still wanted to ask: "Brother Ang, who are they?"

Such an esoteric question, Wu Jitang is destined to be unable to answer.

"Hehe, I don't know, anyway, they don't fly fast, or you run up, ask who they are, and tell me." Wu Jitang said teasingly.

"Haha" Han Xian laughed, such Angkor is the real Angkor, and said: "Wait, wait for me to drink more wine and be brave to find them." ”

The two of them looked at each other and smiled, the fragrance of the wine had spread in their hearts, and sure enough, the thing that anesthetized the nerves could make Han Xian and Wu Jitang forget some unhappy memories.

Of course, the wine was clear, Han Xianzhao saw that it was his own shadow, and Wu Jitang saw that it was indeed a skeleton sneering face.

The wine was in front of them, Han Xian and Wu Jitang never waited for anyone, but today the wine was put down helplessly, smirking all over his face, and Wu Jitang on the side smiled: "Big brother, let's have a few bowls together!"

The fragrance of the wine also broke into Guan Hanning's heart, but today it was really not for this, he smiled lightly at Wu Jitang, and said to Han Xian: "Brother Han, the general wants to see us." ”

Is it alcohol that has numbed his mind? Han Xian's eyes were actually confused, he must not have thought of why the general summoned him.

"Oh~" Han Xian's throat was difficult and very numb to squeeze out the word.

Wu Jitang chuckled lightly and said quite sadly: "It seems that I can only buy this drunk today." ”

"Come to Brother Wu, let's drink a bowl together. Guan Hanning poured himself a bowl as he spoke, such a good thing could not be left behind in the stupid Han Xian.

The light tapping of the wine bowl was so melodious in the wind, but He Nai didn't see the overture played.

The refreshing laughter is so warm in the wind, but the people of He Nai go to the empty wine.

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