Han Xian, who is used to being quiet, has long been accustomed to the strangeness in the air all the time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Ding~"

A crisp sound rippled slightly in the air, and it sounded in Han Xian's ears and in the bottom of his heart, his face was full of doubts and solemnity, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Guan Hanning, and it was already bitter.

Obviously, Guan Hanning's heart has been solemnly occupied by this crisp sound, and they are not afraid of real swords and guns, and they have always been cautious about these ethereal things.

Obviously, Huo Xin's sacrifice is not only this short sound, in the dense forest, which was originally weird and without any sound, the peaceful insect chirping gradually spreads, and the melodious sound of the piano is even more tactful and high-pitched with their beat.

The doubts on that face were about to collapse, this weird tranquility soothed Han Xian's galloping blood, this black is night, people are already tired people, and their eyelids are lingering up and down, but Han Xian should remember that this is not a gentle township, it is indeed a soul flying field, but how can those gradually chaotic eyes still remember this.

Some people are sleepy, while others are still cold.

The fog moved lightly again, the breath burned again, and the blade was cold again.

"Poof~~"

Although the knife in his hand was cold, the blood in his heart was indeed very hot, and a stream of blood sprinkled directly on Han Xian's face, and the person who sank into the strange peace should also wake up, his heavy eyelids were covered with blood, and Han Xian could still see the coldness of the blood mist, at this time, even if the sound of the piano was quiet and peaceful, it could not soothe the restlessness in his heart.

It's a perfect brush with death.

Han Xian should understand that if it weren't for Guan Hanning, then he would have been separated by Yin and Yang, but all this is at a price, although Guan Hanning killed Han Xian with the killing force of the gun, but he has been engraved with a blood mark on himself, which is obvious that his distraction has made others a chance.

Is it really a pity for life?

Huo Xin's voice sounded in the light mist again: "Lord Commander, I had no intention of wanting your two lives, why are you so pressed, the world is so big, why bother to covet the land of strife, you have already entered the sea, and the prosperity of the world is already waiting for you." ”

Guan Hanning's face was engraved with a cold face, and he laughed in his heart: "Ridiculous woman." ”

The spear blade slashed in the air, and Guan Hanning said coldly: "If you have the ability, take it yourself!"

"Well, in that case, the little woman can only be offended. ”

Han Xian's solemn face was suddenly filled with sadness, and the original peaceful sound of the piano was completely transformed into a sense of pain and sorrow, and the sound of fine insects was mixed in it, and it was even more gnawing bones and stealing marrow, and a heart seemed to be about to be shattered with a hundred turns.

Heavy breathing echoed in Han Xian's throat, but Han Xian still felt that he should be happy, although his cheeks were blurred with blood and tears, his eyes could still see it, and he also knew that there was a cold knife hidden in the fog.

But Han Xian should have understood that his happiness couldn't last long.

Even if the cold knife in the fog doesn't come to harvest his life, I'm afraid that my heart will have to die of sadness and haggardness, and my brain tells myself again and again that these are just illusions, but the blood and tears are still tenaciously breaking everything and flowing on my cheeks.

At this time, even Guan Hanning's resolute face was stained with a bit of sadness, and at this moment he also wanted to save Han Xian and the water and fire, but He Nai himself was wandering in the sea of suffering.

It is true that there is no power in the heart.

You must know that Huo Xin really dealt with Guan Hanning, not Han Xian's stupid boy, most of the ghosts of this qin sound fell into Guan Hanning's heart, and Han Xian only affected it a little, after all, Han Xian's shallow cultivation was not worth her personal action.

Han Xian's gaze swept over Guan Hanning's face, and he knew in his heart that he might only rely on himself to break through the predicament, and in Han Xian's opinion, the only way now was to choose to forget.

But Han Xian, whose eyes were closed, must not have been able to sleep, and even if he did, he would wake up crying in a dream.

The only use of closing his eyes is only the sluggish pace of blood and tears, but the bleeding heart is still sad, and Han Xian should know what his forgetfulness means?

The muscles of the whole body were relaxing, and he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Han Xian, who had closed his eyes tightly, had forcibly forgotten where he was, and chose to let those elusive cold knives go.

If they wanted to harvest Han Xian's life at this time, it would be easy, because Guan Hanning was already in the middle of fighting against Qin Yin, and he was powerless to take Han Xian's life.

But fortunately, I don't know if Huo Xinzhen found out with his benevolence, or if the killers also taboo this heartbroken lamentation, and there was no sword light in the fog.

Can you do it on your own?

Of course, Han Xian couldn't believe it, and now all he wanted to do was try to get himself out of his grief, and he thought that the only way to forget was to distract himself.

In the quiet origin of the difficult mind, the blood-lined Dao tree still exuded a soft light, as if the sorrow of Han Xian's heart had nothing to do with it.

And this is not irrelevant, it is also powerless, even if Han Xian uses the power of the Dao to block and defend, the sound of the piano can still arouse the tears of tossing and turning, so Han Xian will give up, so he should use this to polish himself.

It's just that the price is too heavy.

The villain of the soul flashed his eyes, carefully watching the veins of each leaf, and the blood lines were natural masterpieces, either unintentionally, or the 'demon knife' hidden in the star map had the intention to save Han Xian's life.

Sure enough, those heavy eyelids were tenacious enough to isolate blood and tears, and the heart that turned a thousand times was slowly calming down, and at this time, the battle between Huo Xin and Guan Hanning was deep, how could he care about Han Xian's changes.

The blood line of the Dao leaf under the eyes is a natural picture scroll, and Han Xian is more like a cheerful gallop that has been incarnated into Dao Hua in the blood line.

Nostalgia for the warmth of the trunk, and joy and the breadth of the leaves, Han Xianyi is difficult to extricate himself from it, and Han Xian is smart, every time Daohua wanders is a burst of vitality, that is, the sinking of elimination, but also the hidden vitality of vitality, every time Daohua hits the end of the blood line is the eagerness for growth.

Those six Dao leaves, like Han Xian, longed to grow and become the foundation of the towering tree.

Han Xian, who was surging with Daohua again and again, should have understood that the six leaves were not the end of himself, and the tips and ends of Dao Miao were quietly hiding new vitality.

His soul trembled with joy at discovering the secret of the origin of the star map, because Han Xian understood that this was the beginning of the Seven Realms, but a trace of worry was also lingering in his mind.

Because the difficulties of the Six Realms of Blood Condensation had always haunted his heart, for some reason, the knot-keeper with a face similar to his own had already made Han Xian feel a little afraid.

Because Han Xian was afraid, he would stop at his feet.

But Han Xian completely thought too much, you must know that this luck is unavoidable, if Han Xian has a boundary keeper in every realm improvement, then he is destined to be the pride of the sky, destined to be the luckiest person in the world.

This concern is completely a delusion, a delusion that makes everyone's eyes red.

A smile flowed across Han Xian's face, and he sighed: "What do you want to do so much, I don't know if I can break through." His gaze was once again silent in the bloodline.

And Han Xianyi roared with them, impacting the new sprouts again and again, and Han Xian knew every trace of change in the leaf buds, and he still had a glimpse of his eyes.

Why half of the buds are red, no one can explain, and Han Xian can only roar angrily and water with Daohua, hoping that Dao Ye can be completely developed in front of him.

Hard work will certainly pay off.

Although Han Xian felt that a long time had passed, in fact, any wait would be very long.

The sound of the piano once again turned from sadness to softness, but despite the sadness on Hanning's face, those eyes had closed at some point, but this could not stop tears from floating in the corners of his eyes.

It must be difficult to understand what kind of grief can make an iron-clad man like Guan Hanning shed tears.

But even so, Guan Hanning's body is still his own, his spine is still very straight, and the spear in his hand is even tighter, and the edge still flashes with Guan Hanning's cold arrogance.

If you want to break this strong heart, I'm afraid this kind of tune is still a little lacking.

Huo Xin's face overflowing with confidence must have full confidence in his cultivation, and his slender fingers plucked each string, and the notes fell into Guan Hanning's heart leisurely.

And Han Xian, who has the protection of the 'Demon Knife', can forget himself, and calmly sink into the Seven Realms, and now the 'Demon Knife' must also be a little happy, although he didn't like Han Xian's tears at first, but it must be admitted that Han Xian has impressed himself again and again.

After all, Han Xian didn't let this body fall down after suffering and torture again and again, which was not the key to success, because the 'Demon Knife' knew that what he was thinking about was a long process, and Han Xian needed such a long process.

This poignant heartbreak is torture in the ears of others, but it can fall into the heart of the demon knife to hook the memory that has been hidden deeply, maybe the 'demon knife' dare not think about it, but there is still a little struggle in the heart, maybe this person can really help himself.

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