There is a price to be paid for getting too excited. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The light in front of him is not an illusion, but the illusion lies in the deception of the brain, and now Han Xian is really easy to deceive, that is, he rushed into the light, but also rushed into the fear.

Being as light as a swallow, this must be what Han Xian wants now, but reality will never follow his imagination.

And if you can't keep up, it means that Han Xian's body is going to suffer again.

"Puff~~~"

It was really a hard landing, completely paved and stuck to the ground, but fortunately, Han Xian's rough skin and thick flesh could withstand the fall, he turned around slowly, his eyes drifted to the place where he jumped lightly, and a smile appeared on his face: "Hehe, it's finally out, fortunately I'm not dead." ”

And his eyes also caught the bright sun, how long has it been, the sun feels so good on his body, but Han Xian knows that the sun is destined to be false, but at least he feels comfortable.

And now Han Xian is indeed rejoicing, fortunately, the exit of the burial forest is not high, otherwise even if Han Xian can't fall to death, it will be enough for him to drink a pot.

Holding his arm on the ground, Han Xian stood up with grinning, who said that the cliff was not high enough, but it made me miserable, Han Xian had already stood up and spit out the grass path in his throat ruthlessly.

A pair of eyes swept away to the far spread, the more I looked at the heart, the more mysterious it became, the eyes were full of green grass, although it was very beautiful, but an inexplicable strangeness was always lingering in my heart.

Trembling under his feet, he stepped forward, and Han Xian was also scared, very afraid that he would step on the air again and be falling.

It's not empty under your feet, it's already solid, but your heart is really empty, this hellish place is really too quiet, and you can only hear your heart beating rhythmically.

Subconsciously, Han Xian asked the red line: "Sister, what kind of place is this." ”

In such a quiet place, there are no other people besides Han Xian, and in such a quiet place, except for Han Xian who is willing to speak, how can the red line be willing to speak, as long as Han Xian keeps facing the north.

Fortunately, Han Xian did not forget this, although a pair of legs and feet hesitated, he still stepped towards the north unswervingly.

Even if the fragrant green is beautiful, and the aesthetics are tired, not to mention that it is too monotonous, and now Han Xian feels like he is going crazy by this green.

There was no road under the road, so he could only split the grass and walk forward, and at this time, the north, which was originally unwavering in his heart, was also blurred, not because Han Xian's belief was shaken, but because he hesitated in the direction.

In Han Xian's eyes, the world is green everywhere, and there is waist-high green grass everywhere, which means that this world is the same everywhere.

Undoubtedly, Han Xian, who had firm beliefs, blurred the way forward.

Every time I take a step, I wonder if I have deviated from the north, and how much I want the false sun in the sky to go down, and if you have a star, you can at least find the north by yourself.

But no matter how long Han Xian waited, the bright sun in the sky was still hanging above his head, just like a bold watcher who followed him half a step above Han Xian's head.

Since she can't rely on it, and Han Xian has no choice but to pin her hopes on the red line of every infatuation, in Han Xian's opinion, she will definitely not let herself deviate from the direction, and asked, "Sister, is there a mistake in the direction I am traveling?"

In the green world, there was only the echo of Han Xian's loneliness, and there was no sound coming from it, not even the wind.

"Hey~~~"

Han Xian let out a long sigh, his face was full of helplessness, anyway, it was not himself who was in a hurry, whether it was incense or finding someone, it was not his business.

And it's not willing, it's wrong, it's wrong.

Han Xian's heart was horizontal, all caution was left behind, and he had already rushed out with all his might, but the more he ran, the more cold he became, and the more he ran, the more he didn't want to stop.

The gaze swept quickly, but in Han Xian's eyes, every grass on the ground was the same now, and he ran because he wanted to avoid this cookie-cutter world.

The eyes closed and opened again and again, but what I saw was exactly the same as the one I least wanted to see.

The strong breath scraped against his throat with fishy sweetness, and the blood was already hot and churning, and Han Xian's dark cheeks were originally stained red by the hot blood, and it was almost as if blood was about to drip out of it.

Now Han Xian should have stopped, but he was indeed running faster and faster, and Han Xian's red face was cold sweat and bleakness, who said that Han Xian didn't want to stop.

As long as Han Xian himself knows about this suffering, Han Xian himself doesn't know when he went crazy.

Perhaps when he crashed into the miserable green from the burial forest, the crazy seeds of this dark green world took the opportunity to plant into Han Xian's bones.

Han Xian wanted to forcibly suppress the hot blood again and again, but no matter how hard Han Xian tried, he couldn't calm the fanatical blood qi, and at this time, his heart was like a drum.

"Bang, bang, bang~~~~"

"Poof~~~"

A mouthful of hot blood suddenly gushed out, Han Xian's scalp suddenly exploded, and there was already a blood mist in front of him, but the speed of his rushing legs was still unabated, and he plunged into it with one head, and then rushed out with one head.

The world in his eyes finally changed, the waist-high grass was still the same size, and the front of him was still endlessly repeating behind him, and the only change was that the grass in his eyes had turned into blood grass.

And this only change couldn't stop Han Xian's speedy footsteps.

Han Xian must not have thought that it was not a bloody battle that greeted him in this bright world, and now although the blood is also boiling, it is bitter and sad to be bloody.

It is for Han Xian, or Han Xian has gone crazy for it.

"Stop, calm down, calm down. Han Xian tried his best to calm the hot blood by taking deep breaths, but his throat occupied by the heat couldn't bear such a burden.

At this time, Han Xian's brain was really calm, it should be said that it was cold, numbly watching the blood spill out, the more Han Xian ran, the shorter his body became, and the waist-high green grass suddenly became a cold arrow, brushing his cheeks and body again and again.

It was already dripping with blood in an instant, and now Han Xian should know that his blood would not stop if his blood was not drained, and the spell of running would not stop.

It is certain that Han Xian doesn't want to die yet, and the only thing he is glad about now is that this madness is just taking away his muscles and bones, and he really didn't give his brains to captivity.

But his mind is indeed so sad sometimes, because his sobriety is more like letting Han Xian watch himself die of exhaustion, and watch his blood be drained.

"Ah~~~"

With a low roar in his mouth, he tried to get those inconsequential complications out of his mind, the cold brain was indeed not really calm, and even if it was here, Han Xian didn't dare to use his Dao power to suppress the manic blood, because he was very afraid of the beginning of another endless greed.

But it still came to this, and my life was exhausted to the end, and if I didn't get lucky, there would be nothing.

The wisps of Dao power were dragged by Han Xian and wrapped in tired muscles and bones, and his whole body suddenly became lighter, but Han Xian's dark face was indeed becoming more and more bitter.

The damn self is running faster and faster.

Dao Shu trembled slightly, and the originally silent light immediately surged out like a frenzy, and now Han Xian's speed was like taking off.

Obviously, Han Xian's worries came true, and like his blood, he couldn't stop at all.

But at least Dao Li bought a little time for Han Xian's life.

And Han Xian's brain is also buzzing now, Han Xian can bear the pain of grass scraping his face, but Han Xian can't bear the flow of blood and Dao power.

But now I can't bear it, so I have to endure it, because my flesh and Dao power can't help me at all.

And now Han Xian knew that he still had a glimmer of hope, and his soul's gaze fell on the starlight that was like a lamp like a bean, and there was no doubt that in Han Xian's opinion, the unstoppable starlight could forcibly suppress himself.

But it is indeed a kind of fear, and the fear that it will become the driving force of madness like flesh and Dao power.

However, now with the passage of his life, Han Xian is gradually being deprived of his right to be afraid, and if he still thinks about being afraid, he can only watch himself die.

is the real fear of dying Han Xian.

"Hmph, I don't believe you can control it. Han Xian's soul looked at the star, and a low roar was an encouragement.

A minute of starlight immediately flowed out, thinking that he was invincible in order to destroy the enemy, and this time it was indeed to suppress himself, which was really unpredictable.

Starlight surged to the joints of the feet along with the surging Dao power.

And the knee and foot joints are the lost land of being enslaved by others for Han Xian, and Starlight is here to save them.

Sure enough, the effect was amazing, and suddenly Han Xian felt that his whole body was heavy, and his feet were a little staggering, and the look of joy immediately put on it, what he wanted was not only staggering, if this body could fall, it would be even more advantageous to Han Xian's wish.

That bit of starlight was quickly consumed, and at this moment, Han Xian could finally laugh heartily, that star was really the most unique, and it did not become a wild horse that was out of control like blood and power.

With the method of life, Han Xian's brain immediately went crazy with joy, and every minute of starlight was pulled out, and his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier, and his legs stumbled between stumbling.

"Puff~~"

Han Xian, who was covered in blood, successfully pressed himself to the ground, looked at the sun above his head, and laughed: "If you want to kill me, you are still tender." ”

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