Self-questioning?

"Heh~~~. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Singing and harmonizing, Han first laughed.

But as the smile blooms little by little, it is indeed slowly, and it is lonely, which cannot be called slow.

Because it was Han Xian's slow blink, his expression was instantly lonely.

The eyes are smiling, because this world is really too beautiful, too flawless, and I think in my heart that this is my own world, and I should be proud to think that only I can condense into such a beautiful world.

Green is the leaf.

Leaf shadow shows red.

The flowers are red.

Flowers are beautiful in Japan.

The brain keeps thinking, the heart is immersed in it, thinking about beauty, but now, people who are immersed in beauty seem to be forcibly pulled out by someone's ears.

The pain can be imagined.

What was he talking about, there was a guy he was talking about behind his back?

"Minecraft?"

Also welcome.

Who said this?

Is it any daring guy who said such a thing, what does he mean, is it not possible that there are robbers from his own world, is there a pair of evil eyes that are greedy and staring at his wealth?

Myself.

The world, its own?

Myself.

Wealth, your own?

Could it be that in Han Xian's cognition, everything in the world is preconceived to determine whose possession, is it true that whose eyes are the first to see can be identified as one's own?

'Why not!'

Ask from the heart, no one will answer this question, so Han Xian can think that this is the case.

"Hehe~~!"

Han Xian's lonely and frozen smile was instantly enlarged in the abruptness, and this magnification enveloped the eyes and the entire face, and joy climbed up to the eyebrows in an instant.

Laughter is pleasant.

This is not because the eyebrows are dyed with joy, but when it is understood as even the hair is quiet in joy, even they are trembling in Han Xian's laughter.

"Heh~~. ”

"Whew~~~. ”

Laughing endlessly, Han first turned around with extreme joy, and the color of his expression that even his hair was calm in joy was like welcoming an old friend who had been absent for a long time.

Can.

But.

Just when Han Xian completely turned around, the joyful joy on his face couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and his eyes were clear: "This person is so familiar, this person has definitely seen it himself." ’

I've never seen this before.

This familiarity, almost ripeness, this familiarity may not be a beautiful choice to meet every day, but it is certain that it is touched every day.

His mouth was filled with surprise, but Han Xian still swallowed and blocked the joy of surprise.

"Goo. ”

"It's you." ”

"Hehe~~~. ”

Laughing, the face in front of him was smiling, and the look of this smile was even more familiar, he smiled and walked quickly to Han Xian, and said, "It's me." ”

Near.

The footsteps rose and fell, and the man approached.

"Hehe~~. ”

In the trance of footsteps, Han first swallowed the surprise completely into his chest, and his warm expression instantly climbed to his hair and eyebrows.

Since it is a reunion of old friends, how can you not greet each other warmly, it is the independent footsteps that lift, fall, and greet them.

"Hehe~~. ”

"Hehe~~~. ”

A person, laughter is a style, is the slightest hint of which can not help but be the same.

Near.

Near.

People are leaning on.

Han Xian, who was close to him, was like facing a flawless mirror that could show all the details, the smile was the same, the smile on his face, the look of a person who raised and fell, the two of them were the same.

Front.

Both of them stopped at the same time, and both opened their mouths to speak at the same time.

"Long time no see." ”

It's so close, you don't blush when you speak, and it's natural for both of you to lie.

It's really been a long time since he was gone, Han Xian's eyes were wide open, and he carefully looked at the face in front of him, unwilling to let go of even an inch of pores.

"Squeak~~~. ”

At first glance, the tongue is raised.

Shaking his head.

Han Xian's face was full of admiration, and said: "Good-looking, squeak, good-looking, squeak, really good-looking." ”

Who's to praise?

There is a big man in front of him, is his face beautiful, is it the beauty of this man, and Han Xian is all fascinated by it?

Is it beautiful?

Can a slightly dark face be called beautiful?

Is it beautiful?

If the clothes are not neat, can the rustic atmosphere be called beautiful?

Could it be that this is the beauty of Qing dumping Han Xian.

But anyway, Han Xian, who is surprised by his squeaks, thinks so.

Which of Han Xian's acquaintances is this face, and which of Han Xian's acquaintances has such a face that makes a man crazy for himself.

Who?

this world.

At least it's a normal world, and a man, or any person, can only show such an obsessive color on a face.

Who is this man?

Of course, this person can only be himself.

No one should feel that they are ugly, and no one should think that they should be beautiful with pleasure, and Han Xian did it, squeaking at this face at the moment and praising its beauty.

Simply because this person's face is a copy of himself.

The reproduction is flawless.

If you look closely, it's exactly the same.

After a long time of nymphomania, Han Xian's hand was still very enthusiastic and grasped his palm, and he couldn't help but ask very thoughtfully: "Hehe, how did you get here?"

Q: How did he get here?

Didn't Han Xian hear clearly?

Just a long time ago, he said welcomingly, "Welcome to my world!"

'Did you say that?'

Han Xian's smiling eyes should be justifying, "Did he say, 'This is my world, this world is completely my own, and anyone who comes near it is a guest."

Even if there is a guy with the same face as himself, that doesn't change that fact. ’

"Hehe~~. ”

Seeing the laughter again, it was still two faces, making a color.

The person with the same face as Han Xian said with a smile: "You are wrong, this is my world, my place, you are the guest." The voice suddenly went high: "You are the robber," and the voice was cold: "You are the evil one who greedily peeps into other people's property." ”

"Hehe~~. ”

"Giggle~~~. ”

The color of these two faces finally changed, and the person with the same face as Han Xian sneered, and Han Xian gritted his teeth and saw every sneer change in his expression.

Look.

Han first watched it.

This is looking at the palm of the hand firmly grasping the palm of this guy who keeps saying that he wants to steal his own world, and this firmness is like a threat of force.

Is it just starting now?

The spark was ignited from the start.

From the time Han Xian heard the laughter and froze, this spark was burning enthusiastically, and that set of enthusiasm was just fake benevolence and false righteousness, which was just the cooperation of the two of them laughing at fake benevolence and false righteousness.

One plays the other.

Han Xian had a good time with the person who looked alike.

And now, the most essential question has been touched, who is this world?

One thing is certain, this world is definitely not Han Xian's, where is this, this is still Ning Xian's tribulation.

Think of it as your own world.

My guts are not so fat, my heart is not so big, who wants to be in trouble if there is nothing to do, the body seeks comfort, if you can be comfortable, you should hold on to the day to be comfortable.

And now?

"Hehe~~~. ”

Gritted his teeth and laughed earnestly, knowing that this was delusional, and the face in front of him was the embodiment of the calamity, so it was considered to be the best to mock, but Han Xian seized the opportunity of this mockery, and the calamity also did not waste this mockery.

Can.

Han first thought that he had the initiative.

Because at this moment, the other party's hand is in his own hand, and he is holding it tightly, and he is holding it, and the Dao power in the star map is waiting for the opportunity to move.

Coming out of the palm of his hand, every minute of it burrowed into the body of the person in front of him.

Strength through the bones.

But this guy really didn't even have a trace of superfluous looks, and that face was still blooming in a warm smile, blooming with brilliant colors.

"Hehe~~. ”

laughed, it was Han Xian's heart that was shocked.

With the help of the connection of his palms, he penetrated the Dao power into the body of the catastrophe, but he was silent in the laughter, and he was already in trouble.

From the palm of the hand, like Han Xian, the strange power invaded from the palm of the hand.

"Hiss~~. ”

In the trembling sound, the corners of Han Xian's mouth twitched deeply, what was infiltrating himself, this should be a kind of familiarity, this familiarity was a previous experience.

The green swirls converge.

What the?

It was his own bloodline that was once experiencing the blow of the wind knife, and the thing that had been broken by himself appeared again, this time even more enthusiastic than the wind tribulation.

But.

At that time, there was a world of difference between Han Xian and the current body, at that time, he relied on the support of his mind in the dilapidation, and the blood was empty, but now, after experiencing the new life, everything is intact.

But the pain at that time is firmly remembered.

I couldn't find a chance to avenge that time, but now it's good, I sent it to the door myself.

"Hmph~~. ”

With a cold snort in his mouth, Han Xian simply collected the Dao power, his heart beating warmly in his chest, and every blow became a surge of blood, an impact of blood.

The impact was to return the blow that had penetrated the veins.

Fight back.

Get back.

Under his own persecution, he forced the wind knife that penetrated his bloodline into the body of the guy in front of him, and Han Xian already heard the sound of the wind knife roaring in the blood.

But all that.

The smiling face was still smiling.

In this smile, Han Xian felt the burning meaning of the palm of the Dao hand, and suddenly jumped up on the palm of his hand, the dead flame, it had appeared before, but it had become the past, and now it still wanted to burn, it was impossible to do the stench of oil, he had tasted it, and now it was time for someone else.

"Heh~~. ”

Smiling, Han Xian's eyes twitched and made a smile.

In this laughter, the flames that were about to envelop him were forced into this similar face and body, and his body was dyed red, and he was being punished with cannons in front of him, and he was stinking with oil in front of him.

Look.

Han Xian watched.

There is a person in the flames, and that person is still a person with the same face as himself, how can this look be endured in the heart, can it be explained thoroughly with a sentence of returning the other way to the other?

The fire is extinguished.

The flesh is in tatters, and the bones are charred and black.

In front of him was a human form, like his former self, tattered flesh clinging to charred bones.

Is it over?

No.

This person with the same face as Han Xian should have inherited all of Han Xian's character, and even so, he still did not give up.

"Thorn~~. ”

The palm of the hand is filled with an electric sound.

In the same way, Han Xian returned these as they were, and when he was allowed to experience it again, when the thunder punishment surged, it was this body that completely became a bone, and this bone was a thunderbolt in the scorched black.

The eyes are open, and the people like themselves are experiencing robbery.

"Heh~~. ”

My heart is so cold, and I can't stop laughing.

If you don't stop, you go on.

It was still on the palm of his hand, and when he saw the coldness, he was in the cold, and Han Xian's eyes saw the flying snow, which fell on the charred black skeleton in front of him.

The holy of the snow, cleanses the scorched black above.

The sparkling skeleton is as it was then.

And in the midst of this crystal, Han first saw that in the chest covered by bones, it was the blood-colored heart beating vigorously.

"Pounding, pounding, pounding~~~. ”

One after another.

So familiar.

In the midst of this voice, Han Xian's face was a little godless, his mouth trembled, and he asked, "Is this really a catastrophe, is this resemblance really just an alike?"

"Heh~~. ”

Shengxiao is laughing at the bones, he is laughing at Han Xian's hesitation.