Wouldn't it, just lie down?

Wouldn't it, the hero is like this, just lying down?

Once a good hero, once a thousand enemies, once a knife dyed with the blood of ten thousand demons, and a fist dyed with thousands of human bones, but now?

It's a long body to lie down.

Sticking to the ground.

What's wrong with the hero, when you stick to the ground and feel the cold, you who were once a hero are no different from a dog, your fists can't be raised, your teeth can't be earnest, and there may be pride in your chest, but when you lie down, it's more like a deflated ball, stick to it.

That is true.

Is Han Xian a hero?

The young man was like him, killing people outside the city.

The young man is like this, and he is killing demons outside Yingdu City.

"Haha~~!"

Laughter, this laughter is the echo of the long river, once laughed impassionedly, once laughed extremely strongly, but now it is dim, the laughter of the past seems to be unable to wake up the current people.

Sticking to the ground.

The black lines of the land of Yiyang.

This black epidemic made Han Xian's face black, everyone knows that death is white, but now Han Xian's death is indeed black.

As the saying goes, following the customs, here is the color of black, so it seems that it is also appropriate to die with this virtue.

Ten thousand ghosts.

What is this entrenched in Yiyang City?

Isn't it true that if there are so many ghosts here, then the bull-headed horses of hell would be too derelict in their duties, and if they are ghosts, they should be reincarnated.

But reincarnation doesn't belong to them.

Even if they are forcibly plugged, reincarnation does not belong to them.

So what's it?

Spirit, soul?

When people die, their spirits are scattered, their souls are destroyed, their white teeth and clothes are not ghosts, nor are they souls, they are resentments.

This grudge has mutated.

They are the most beautiful in the world, and there is no one more beautiful in the world than them.

I think that the major families in Yiyang City, because of a reason that the same root can be a place, were hidden in the backbone by Han Xian, sent into Qishui, and reincarnated again, but what about them?

In addition to watching, it remains to keep watching.

Resentment?

Heaven and earth are the most ruthless, and they are resentful of heaven and earth, why are you so favoritism, and what have we done wrong, we need to be treated like this.

And Han Xianyou, what did we do wrong, why do you want to give special care?

So kill you should, so swallow should, so tearing you to pieces is also should, and the right part, that Sensen White Fang is already doing it.

But you're bored.

Gnawing on the scalp and swallowing the hair, have you torn off a single hair?

The teeth are working hard, and they are exerting themselves, although I don't know how hard they are used, but judging from the look on the face that bears the teeth, it is really hard.

But what?

His face was wrinkled, his eyes were wrinkled, his teeth were wrinkled, and in the end, not even a single hair of Han Xian was shaken.

Why?

What's the use of a plate of loose sand, why can't I take you away, because you are just a plate of loose sand, you can't get together into a point, you have a thousand grievances, and thousands of bodies are thousands of grievances, so let me ask Han Xian's backbone what to carry you.

The same root gives birth to a seed.

It can be taken away if it is condensed into a single point, but they can't.

And Han Xian, who was lying on the ground and accepting the coldness, was actually delusional, wanting to carry tens of millions with a backbone, heh, it is normal to lie down, it is normal to not be able to stand up, and it is normal to be close to the ground.

"Hey~!"

Sighs are sighing people.

This place seems to be about to change from the liveliness of resentment to the liveliness of people, once inaccessible, birds don't, but now after Han Xian came, after lying down, the black long skirt and black gauze masked man slowly walked in under the impetus of a sigh, and saw the coldness on the ground, full of hatred, full of hatred.

There were several ruthless times in his eyes.

Give up?

There are several times in the eyes of ruthlessness.

And finally.

"Hey~!"

After a sigh, the death is shattered, the hatred is empty, the hatred is also dispersed, I am kind to you, but there is an old saying, 'Saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter,' and save his life?

From then on, we continued to break off.

The hater is not a ruthless person, and the hater is not a ruthless person, so in the end, she took him and dragged him away from the black land in a rude way.

This cold place where the black sun shines is not a place for people.

Even though it bears the symbol of hometown, if the black is not washed for a day, people still cannot survive here.

"Whew~!"

To hell?

I don't know, I look up and see it, it's a white world, I scan it and look at it again, this white seems to be very familiar.

People lived?

I haven't seen this white expanse for a long time, it's broken in my memory, and I have a vague picture of how it was broken in my memory, but now, it seems to be reborn in front of me.

"Hehe~!"

Old friends reunite and laugh for three points.

Entertaining yourself and laughing three points.

Six points are enough, as for the remaining four, forget it.

"Hehe~!"

Laughing is stupid and laughing stupid, I don't know if I am dreaming or being dreamed of, all of a sudden, the white world in front of me is shaking, and a familiar face that is indeed very unfamiliar appears.

Qin Muhai.

It's him, his eyes are so majestic, he was glared at by his tiger eyes, and his body suddenly trembled, are you afraid?

Of course, this is afraid, after all, this is the old man in fantasy, he glared at himself, and said in a low voice: "Why did you come down?"

"Uh~!"

The corners of his mouth twitched when he heard the sound, as if he knew what kind of place this was, and in many cases, 'coming down' was equivalent to going to hell, this was hell.

This white world is hell?

A thousand colds.

It's cold.

I don't want to come here because it's so cold, but how did I get here?

I don't know.

At this moment, it's like a dream, how do people who are asleep know why they are dreaming, and people who are asleep don't know how they entered the dream, so what about Han Xian now, is he asleep or closed his eyes?

Everyone guessed for themselves.

I was stunned for a long time, stayed for a long time, and finally finally squeezed out a sentence: "I don't want to either!"

"Hmph~!"

Qin Muhai seemed to be very dissatisfied with the look on his face, his eyes wandered back and forth on his body like a knife, and said, "Remember what you promised me, you won't let her have any mistakes, you promised me that I would protect her." ”

It's a promise.

I still remember.

But now, how can I speak, the pain is hard to say in my heart.

The fact is that he didn't hesitate for long, but he still spoke, and said: "It's not that I don't want to protect it, it's that I lost her, no.... She lost me~~!"

Lost.

I can't find it.

I'm here, where is she?

"Hehe~~!"

Qin Muhai sneered all over his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "So you came down, so did you come down to look for it, then I told you that Ruo'er is not here." ”

"Whew~~!"

The situation has changed.

I don't know if it's a dream or if it's a person who is asleep dreams of hell, and at the moment his head sinks, and his dizziness stirs up the storm.

"Whew~~!"

Where the sun is overflowing, there is always a dance of the wind, and in the dance of the sun and the wind blowing the leaves, there are always people who are full of sighs and worries.

The sun shines on the head of the great monk, he is not sad, his eyes are always compassionate, and he said in a kind voice: "Donor, why do you bother, the past has become a thing of the past, why do you hold on to it?"

That's right, the past is a thing of the past, since it's all gone, it's all over, why do you have to dwell on it.

But?

The wind blew the veil, and the smile in her eyes was like a fog of tears, she laughed softly and said, "Hehe, master, how can I think so, but as long as I close my eyes, they are like them, they are accusing me, they are resenting my disloyalty, unfilial piety, unkindness and injustice and fighting with the enemy." ”

"Whew~!"

The wind blew his clothes, the great monk clasped his palms together, and said with a sincere face: "Amitabha, the donors are yourself, the truth is that they have passed away and ascended to bliss, and they have forgotten you because they are helpless." ”

Gone is gone forever.

The old man will never come back.

Think, it's yourself.

Thoughts, is oneself.

Hate, too, yourself.

It's all about playing with yourself.

"Hehe~~!"

Listening to the Buddha's words, the more I listen, the more stupid I become, everyone understands this truth, but how should I get out of the situation by myself, abruptly, his face was cold, and he roared: "Should I kill him, shouldn't I save him?"

"Amitabha~!"

The Buddha laughed, and the smiling great monk said softly: "Donor, you have already saved him." ”

Oh, yes.

That's the case, the stupidity who roared a hundred times in his heart, and the killing that he howled ten thousand times in his head, but in the end, the person dragged his still warm body out of the cold.

The cold is gone, the calendar is gone, and the whisper is "Yes!"

The partition wall has ears, and behind the wall there is a rejoicing side with ears.

"Ruo'er, Ruo'er~~!"

One voice, one voice superimposed on the cheerful and happy, it was Han Xian, I don't know when he was lurking behind him, he approached step by step with little care.

It was possible to be successful by keeping such caution, but in the end?

Hearing the hope, he burst into joy, and hurriedly wanted to take the morning thoughts in his heart into his arms, but what was the result of the hurry?

"Stop~!"

A cold winter, a cold wind.

Well, so obedient, he stood still, and the face continued to be eagerly motionless.

"Hehe~~!"

Laughing at the red dust matter, this red dust thing is better to stay away from the monk who got rid of the red dust, and the big monk is very attentive and long-sighted, and retreats step by step.

The wind blows the world of two individuals.

"Whew~!"

The footsteps moved, Han Xian still didn't hold back, his feet raised and he took a step forward, but the footsteps in the echoing air were not a lonely echo, and a black-clothed face took a step forward without turning around.

"I don't want to see you!"

Sharp eyes, firm voice, like breathing.

I don't know if it's because I'm in a hurry or because I'm in a panic, I'm actually jumping up and down with two steps, but when the eyes are fixed, Rong Ruo's back is actually farther away.

"I don't want to see you. ”