The hiss of the cold front rubbing against the air was already ringing in my ears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Those warm eyes are saying that it's been a long time, when did you come here, and why is it as sudden as when you left?

Is it time to stand here and tearfully hug old friends?

That gun must have hated this person, do you want to discard me too, do you really regard Han Xian as the master, so the footsteps of returning are so unstoppable.

The gorgeous gun carries the highest glory in this life, and the body of the gun with blood remains, with a little bit of grandeur, maybe this is called a gun, otherwise what is the difference between it and the warm pavilion vase, is this a gun that likes the taste of blood, maybe it is an addiction, an addiction that penetrates everything.

Could it be that like a gun, Wu Jitang also hated Han Xian, the power of the throw was so powerful, the aftermath of piercing the blue eagle also made Han Feng roar in the air.

Should you really hate and scold?

The hole in his chest is real, and it is still dripping with blood, but Wu Jitang should know that if it weren't for Han Xian's trace of Dao power, if it wasn't for the opportunity of Han Feng kissing his skin, his soul would have really sunk forever now.

In fact, Wu Jitang is not wrong, he is not a blue eagle, maybe a simple hesitation can make him repeat the mistakes of the past, after all, it is not pleasant to watch other people's knives wander on his body.

Wu Jitang, who killed the Blue Eagle, smiled again and again, because in his senses, the vitality of the Blue Eagle was passing quickly, in fact, he knew very well in his heart that his heart was destroyed by himself, and there was still hope for him to live?

Hmph, let's look for it somewhere else.

Wu Jitang could laugh, because the blue eagle's old body well covered the target of the spear's attack.

Maybe that's the cunning of people who don't know guns.

And Wu Jitang doesn't know, doesn't Han Xian with translucent eyes know, no one will think that he is blind with those translucent eyes, since you have rediscovered your existence in your ears, why don't you tell Han Xian about the danger now, that brain, that heart, because of your great achievements, you are in extreme excitement, so excited that you don't know that your face is about to be pierced?

Smiles, everybody is smiling.

Han Xian is like this, and so is the patriarch of the Bai clan, the heavens and the earth are relieved by the old age of this blue eagle, this is the beginning of another feast, and those evil hidden in the bottom of the heart can feel eager to try because of the impact of nutrients.

But these people are destined to be cowardly, those eyes that flashed with a fierce light because of greed stared at the old figure in mid-air, and countless people who were still alive were crying out the same words in their hearts: "Fall, fall." ”

Yiyang has become so weird tonight, so weird that everyone is listening to their breathing, and the smell of blood in the air has not dissipated, but these people's sense of smell has indeed been completely lost.

Wu Jitang's heart was not as full of a smile as his face, and that person's name always echoed in his heart: "Does the Qinmu clan really need so many people to accompany the funeral?"

How ridiculous, cat crying mouse.

Everyone should know that the murderer of all this is him Wu Jitang, and he Qin Muhai is also just a victim, the moment the sun rises one day, and when the sun completely penetrates the blood mist, everyone should hate him, because they don't know the pain in Wu Jitang's heart.

Not everyone is aware of the existence of aspectlessness.

Wu Jitang's smile still hadn't been put away, as if he knew that the next moment the blood flower would bloom in the air again, hoping that Han Xian's hot blood would bring a trace of warmth to this cold world.

A trace is enough, the gorgeous spear thinks so, and I believe that the world thinks so too.

Hmph, think beautifully.

The eyes could see the spear spinning in the air, and his ears could catch the strangulation sound of Han Feng rubbing the air, could he move through his body?

It's just a joke, if you can get up from the dust, you won't fall down again, as for the cold front in the face, there is no fear in those translucent eyes.

"Khooth. ”

Everything is expected, the gun must think so, and Wu Jitang must think so, but it is unknown whether this world thinks so.

Han Xian's hand held the gun tightly, and as soon as the gun that was originally howling entered Han Xian's hand, it was as calm as a sleeping baby, without a sound.

Once again, he was held in one hand, in the blood-red dust, with such a posture, Han Xian didn't know that he had inadvertently looked like a great man again.

I must know, otherwise that face wouldn't be so kind.

If it weren't for the remnants of the Blue Eagle's blood on that gorgeous spear, no one would have believed that this godless thing could kill the existence of Dengfeng.

Waiting for the passage of life must be a long process, the rapid breathing in the streets and alleys is getting thicker and thicker, and it is also a warm and gorgeous place, and the sound of bones hitting the bluestone is piercing in the air.

The sound of choking, it turned out that the cry was the same everywhere, and the people who were rejoicing at dusk in Yiyang City were mercilessly beaten into the bottomless abyss than the Qin Mu clan by the fist of fate when it was about to dawn.

The wails flowed silently on the unfamiliar faces.

This world must still be beautiful, even the blue eagle, who has closed his eyes and counted the passage of life, opened his bloodshot eyes again.

Looking at that familiar place, it can be known that those eyes must not be opened because of the beauty of this world, but for the protection in memory.

And now the protection in the bottom of my heart is wailing in the wind, but I am blaming this old man.

Cloudy eyes, blood but want to struggle out of the eyes, sigh?

Blue Eagle couldn't do it, although his heart collapsed, but his heart could still taste the frenzy of his impatient breath from the blood, because the memory of a few times was so fresh.

I don't want to die, but I can't decide the life that passes.

But now I still want to decide something, can my eyes sweep over Wu Jitang's face?

I don't know when Wu Jitang's warm smile has been put away, maybe the moment the blue eagle's eyes opened again, Wu Jitang's heart was raised again, and he was speculating in his heart: "Aren't you dead like this?"

And now it is no longer the calm that the smile put away at the beginning, but more moving.

And now the man who stood up to the sky in the dust had a smile completely put away, for the eyes of the great man also caught the white hair of the dead man dancing in the air again.

And Han Xian clearly knew in his heart that it was not the gift of the wind, Lan Ying's gaze became sharp again, and his hands were clenched again, "If you die, you will die on that land." ’

The gaze must not have stayed on anyone, because in those old eyes, there was only the place in the dream and the place guarded in the heart, and the long wind gently supported it.

The air was still again, and even the impatient breathing in Yiyang City was stagnant, because the figure that had been longing for him to fall from the bottom of his heart finally fell.

And those who have evil thoughts have been proven to be beautiful again.

That steady figure, who can say that he fell, because their eyes remembered Qin Muhai falling from the air very clearly, and their minds remembered very clearly the way Bai Lao'er fell from the air with injuries.

And now the person whose body treasure heart has been destroyed will be so stable, that is, there is no fluttering in the wind like Qin Muhai, and there is no body of Bai Lao'er trembling in the wind.

Can this be said that the man is dead, and the evil thoughts of joy in his heart have been struck, and their cowardice is completely written on their faces.

Wu Jitang's eyes didn't blink for half a minute, watching Lan Ying's body decrease minute by minute, the old man wanted to go where he wanted to go, who could stop it, and no one wanted to stop it.

Han Xian must not have found the picture of the old man with his feet on the ground, because he Han Xian did not have such ability, after all, this great man is still standing in the dust, and the dust has become a barrier to isolate everything.

As soon as the Blue Eagle's feet set foot on the land of the Blue Clan, all the Blue Clan people were shocked.

Can this man still be called an old man?

The erect backbone is more like a warrior desperately defending his homeland, and anyone who dares to offend must die under his own iron fist.

All the Lan people are willing to admire that backbone, but those eyes that look at the backbone can definitely find the lack of a heart in the chest, can they still pray that he is still alive?

It should be clear that the eyes open and the spine standing are just that the old man doesn't want to close and don't want to fall.

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