I can't regret the sky, but Han Ning really wants to gamble with his life. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Han Xian's eyes were full of godlessness, and when Guan Hanning's slightly smiling eyes fell on his face, the former bright light returned, but Han Xian knew that he was really extinguished, and the mountain was still there, but he couldn't rely on it.

The person in his arms is already cold, Guan Hanning is willing to use his own temperature to warm this body, but it can be in vain.

Han Xian's eyes were filled with surprise again, and he must have thought of stopping it, but his legs didn't move, he just stood and just watched.

The emperor's knife is called Bo Qing, maybe Han Ning is not the emperor, all the blades in his hands are the most holy.

Who did it slip away, whose blood was manic for it, and the long knife cut the heart, cold?

Guan Hanning must not think that even if all the blood gushes out, he doesn't care, but the 'Emperor Seal Lord Soul' fostered in his heart cares about this life.

Because it was chosen by himself, although the blood in his heart was very manic, it did not rush out of the body.

What is Guan Hanning doing, in Han Xian's opinion, isn't this self-harm, he used a long knife to carve his heart, but what is even more terrifying is that Guan Hanning's palm actually reached into the heart.

Pull it out?

This is what Han Xian can imagine, at the knife edge of the heart, at the heart of the palm, bursts of holy emperor qi rush out, and Guan Hanning's body is even more bathed in it.

This must be a kind of struggle, the 'Emperor Seal' is fighting for Guan Hanning's life Guan Hanning's will to save Huo Xin, the 'Emperor Seal Lord Soul' must have regretted why he told him this method, but his regret can't change anything.

Since she has no soul, then I will fill it with my own, and since her blood has no temperature, then I will use my own warmth to dissolve her coldness. This is Guan Hanning's obsession.

Who doesn't cherish life, especially a person like Guan Hanning, who is often on the verge of life and death, knows too well that warmth is precious to him, but Guan Hanning knows even more that regret is like an ant tormenting his life all the time.

And what you want to do today is also to win a warmth tomorrow.

The hand that went deep into the heart, what he wanted to take out was not the heart, but the soul, and the soul must be afraid of this will, hiding in the holy light of the 'Emperor Seal', curled up in the corner of the star map.

No matter how deep it is hidden, in Guan Hanning's resolute view, it is just his own fear.

The villain with a soul was caught in his hand, and Guan Hanning's face was as pale as paper, and at this time, a trace of strange blood was flushed on his face.

"Ah~~"

The holy light of the 'Emperor Seal Main Soul' bloomed more enthusiastically, and it was suppressed more violently, and all of this could not become a roadblock to Guan Hanning's obsession.

Even if it were, it would be able to move him away.

In the midst of holiness, the blood and light rose, Han Xian's face was already unbearable, and he felt a trace of fear in his heart, and his whole body had fallen into coldness.

Every minute of time passes is a very long and torturous process for Guan Hanning, and the same is true for Han Xian, I believe in the eldest brother's decision, but no one can change the pain.

The flush on Guan Hanning's face completely dissipated, and a trace of death blue qi crept up in the corners of his eyes and quickly occupied his entire cheek.

"Hehe~"

How painful this laugh is, maybe the mind has anesthetized all the nerves, and in Guan Hanning's eyes, the soul in his hand is the treasure medicine that brings the dead back to life.

The affectionate gaze lingered on Huo Xin's face: "Either live together or die together." ”

"Don't~"

Han Xian shouted so loudly in his heart, but his hoarse throat could only make a tiny sound, and it disappeared into the wind and disappeared.

Maybe Han Xian's throat knew that he was powerless, so he chose to be silent.

The thin blade was really ruthless, and it fell ruthlessly on the head of the soul by Guan Hanning, how much it hurt to be tenacious from determination, and the soul knew that there was no frown on that face.

His eyes were as bright as the sun in the sky, looking at Bo Qingdao, and even more at Guan Hanning's eyes.

He smiled, Guan Hanning's cheeks retreated ruthlessly, and he also smiled, this was not wishful thinking on the part of his heart, Guan Hanning's soul was also willing to give half of his life for Huo Xin.

The smiling face did not retain the edge of the thin affection, the blade had already pierced the air, and the smiling face had been dispersed in the sword light.

For Guan Hanning, maybe the 'Emperor Seal Lord Soul' really loved him, and he really didn't want him to die, and half of his soul was dragged by the holy light and fell back into the star map.

And at this moment, Guan Hanning's face is no longer full of green energy, it is completely black of death, if it weren't for the hanging of the 'Emperor Seal' holy light, he would be able to reunite with Huo Xin in another world.

How to form half of it, Guan Hanning must not feel reluctant at this moment, because his soul has lost its face, has turned into a ball of light, and floats in the black palm.

Will she be able to live?

'Emperor Yin' didn't say that when Guan Hanning's eyes were cut off without the slightest hesitation, when he pressed his soul into Huo's heart's chest, his hands were trembling like that, like an old man, and Guan Hanning, who was withered, had undoubtedly become an old man, who was once full of black hair, and everything turned into snow, in the wind, but also in the morning light, floating at will.

The soul had been completely squeezed into Huo Xin's heart, Guan Hanning no longer cared about his life and death, and all the holy qi surged towards the body in his arms.

Is she still cold, or is her body cold?

Every minute of waiting is the passage of life, and every minute of waiting is long, the current Guan Hanning is the most powerless, and the only thing he can do is to extradite the holiness of the 'Emperor Seal' to Huo Xin's body.

All that remains is to wait in the slow withering of oneself, that is, to wait for one's own death, and also to wait for Huo Xin's life.

Today's morning light was cold, Han Xian's face, gaze, and body all fell into the sunlight, and the coldness had spread from the soles of his feet to his entire body.

Han Xian wanted to escape, Guan Hanning was waiting, and he was also waiting, because he knew in his heart that only if Huo Xin lived, Guan Hanning would take care of himself, and now the original flying white hair had dried up one by one, and this withering turned into ashes, dissipating and dissipating in the bright yellow and cold morning light.

The feet still moved, and Han Xian, who might have escaped, thought that now was the time for Guan Hanning and Huo Xin, and he shouldn't be here, but he was just afraid that Guan Hanning would fall.

The horse stepped to the west again, and Han Xian didn't know what the west had, maybe it was just because he had passed by there in a hurry.

In Han Xian's eyes, the dark city gate was the passage to hell, but when did he have the opportunity to choose.

There was already loess under his feet, and there was only sadness in his heart, Han Xian turned his head and wanted to take a look at Han Ning, but the low city wall did block the once majestic figure.

"Hey~"

With a slight shake of his head, the Phaseless Horse had already carried Han Xian away from this sad place quickly, and there was not a trace of wind in his ears at this time, because Han Xian didn't want the sadness behind him to disturb the direction in front of him.

And there was only the sound of horses' hooves in his heart, and this sound covered the sound of his heart beating, because Han Xian was too afraid to turn back.

"Ah~~~"

The eyes that tried to see clearly in front were still closed, and there was no transmission of the wind, but Guan Hanning's roar was indeed covering the sound of horses' hooves, and Han Xian didn't know why the fear was so easily overcome by his heart.

Is this the choice of Wu Xiangma's own, or Han Xian's own control, he actually stepped on the road again, or was he as eager as before, and the gloomy black low city wall appeared.

And at this moment, Han Xian was like being in hell, seeing the only light, desperate and desperate to rush to the light, he must have laughed in his heart, is it useful to escape, when his eyes are clear, what he sees is still the place he once was, and it turns out that he has fled back.

It must be fortunate that the majestic figure did not fall, and the most important thing is that Han Xian saw that the holiness flowing from Guan Hanning's body not only included the person in his arms, but also shrouded in it.

A smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Big brother~~"

And the smile was already written all over Guan Hanning's face, and he nodded lightly at Han Xian, and the tired eyes of the person in his arms opened and closed.

And the tears have slid down his cheeks, is he glad that he can live again, or is he glad that he is in this man's arms?

The sun caressed everyone's body, and it was gratifying to feel this familiar warmth, but when Han Xian's gaze fell on the city gate, what he saw was still cold darkness.

Are the gates of hell closed?

Or are you already in hell?

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