There must be something particularly eye-catching about this stranger, Wu Jitang's back fiercely attracted Han Xian's attention, but that stranger challenged Han Xian's dignity?

I am such a proud person, what is the glint in my eyes, simple tears?

Not really, the resentment that appears from time to time must be infinitely wronged, and the man who can stand can only flicker his eyes with resentment?

Isn't that proud spear standing beside him?

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For the sake of my own dignity, that Yun Xiao has long been in battle, flying up, spear forward, all those who challenge my dignity should have his fate.

The wind was still pouring like that, but it was also urging Wu Jitang to flee quickly, because the tears of the person who flashed resentful eyes were about to burst the embankment.

Choked in the wind, Wu Jitang was moved, his back covered up all the traces, I was doing the right thing, some people died with laughter, some people cried and lived, those who died with laughter, do you know that your brother has long cried and broken his liver and intestines, what if he can live even if he cries, I can still breathe, I can fight, and the crying at this time is to pay tribute to the sad souls who passed away in the past.

This stranger will not look back, since he decided to forget, it hurts to look at it more, and what is even more afraid is that maybe it is that one look, and that person's heart defense will completely collapse.

It's okay now, at least the whirring wind didn't break the man's back, as long as he can stand now, then even if I succeed in escaping, he will definitely be able to stand firm.

So Wu Jitang chose to retreat slowly, the best wind can hide all the sounds, he is like a picture in a fantasy, only silent, scattered and silent.

The eyes have burst and the tears crawling on the cheeks do not count.

The back is far away, why is the front so blurry, it must be the nasty wind that confuses the direction of progress. The words of the back are still echoing in my heart, maybe this is the courage to stand.

You can go home. It all started with: "Am I going home?"

The dear end of the 'Come Home' was so clear and clear, the sparkling tree, the smiling face under the tree that wept with joy was so kind.

Tears were still crawling on his face, and the blurred eyes saw everything, and saw the trees and people through the fog, which was the silence of the goal.

In order to live, he came out with nine deaths, and now because of his life, others have thrown themselves away along with their dignity.

Why be angry, don't you deserve to be thankful?

Because of him, all the restraints and fears are gone, and he can go home, and he can go back to the cloud mountain that gave birth to me and raised me, to get close to the mysterious color in his heart.

But why didn't you move under your feet, was it to say goodbye to the blurred back in your eyes?

There is really no need, he has his own direction, and what he should do now is to fly up and jump on Yun Qi and throw himself into the arms of that thought.

But everything is quiet, and the quiet Han Xian is afraid to move his steps.

Why, because I was afraid of the fog between myself and the tree, and the smiling faces, although the light of the tree, the smiling faces of those people were like the lights that showed the way ahead, but they did not shine through the fog, they could only float in the air, how unreal was that?

No matter how the tree was holding up the light, and how bright and kar the smiling faces of those people were, the man's legs were still standing numb.

This person is waiting for something, he must be waiting for the sun to melt away the ice on his body, and then he will definitely be able to set foot on the way home, even if the fog covers the road, even if it is thorns and obstacles, it can't stop my Han Xian's footsteps, I Han Xian will definitely be able to throw myself into that warm place, and breathe quietly under the tree.

The wind was still cheering like that, the long hair gently touched the tears on his face, the ice that froze his whole body must have melted, the numb head turned slightly, the back disappeared completely, and he sighed in his heart.

The sighing heart sent the empty gaze to the cold front standing proudly in the wind, and the head was slightly raised.

Can I only look up to you?

Can I only be so humble, the shining man, the man who penetrates the sky, can I only look up?

How can the head still have the courage to raise and lower?

You are humble with the loess under your feet, is it humble to step on the soles of your feet, and is it humble to look up?

How can I Han Xian agree, his head was stubbornly raised, and it was still that Han Feng who rushed into his eyes, he did not change by half a point, but the people who looked at him had a subtle stubbornness.

The corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, did he conquer Han Feng?

How can this person have such an ability, is that the blur in his eyes dissipated, and he clearly saw the sun hiding behind the cold front, the tip of the spear and the dazzling light.

How beautiful, the blurred dissipation of his eyes must be his credit, and his credit must not only be this, rushing into the dark heart, but also breaking through the fog of returning home, and breaking away all the thorns and obstacles.

The beautiful end is in front of them, their smiling faces are shown to them, and their tears fall because of their presence.

And now what is there to hesitate, the palm of his hand slapped the air to rescue Han Feng, who was bound by the air, how cheerful the running steps were, this person jumped, jumped and jumped onto Yun Hao's back.

And now Yun Qi must be cheerful, because the breath of the owner on its back is so kind, and the vigorous hooves that are beating hard must be trying to tell Yun Shan through the dirt that this person is going home.

What direction, how did Han Xian know, that was the direction of the road, would the direction Yun Hao choose the wrong direction?

You have successfully escaped, why are you still rubbing your pace like this, it is the chaotic thoughts that affect your pace of progress, shouldn't you be happy if you have successfully completed your heart's thoughts?

That mushy brain is the result of happiness.

Can Wu Jitang find the movement behind him, the sound of the horse's hooves trampling the soil is too manic, and he turned around inadvertently, it was the person, it was the person who caught up.

What to do now, let go of your speed, it doesn't take much strength to shake off this person, your brain is really stuffed with paste, and you can't even do it.

The horse understands its master, and leisurely steps on its own steps, afraid of disturbing the master's thoughts, but this time he thought wrong, Wu Jitang He needs it to gallop enthusiastically, with speed, with the wind to blow everything away.

Did Han Xianke see the person in front of him?

The trees in the distance are so clear, will the back in front of you be blurred? Han Xian's gaze had never stopped, it was small to his goal, so there was no need to stay, let alone stay.

Surpassing it is Yun Qi's choice, and passing by is Han Xian's choice.

Wu Jitang, who had no choice, had found Han Xian's proud back, and he must not have thought about it, so he involuntarily pulled the reins and sat down to stand in place.

Wu Jitang wanted to see Han leave first, and those who were in the wind had no other choice.

Is it true that passing by doesn't have the slightest feeling?

Didn't that person laugh at his dignity before, his eyes moved away from the cloud mountain in the dream realm, and looked at the spear in his hand, is it necessary to take it with him when he goes to cloud mountain?

Everything is so realistic, I was still in a dream.

The reins in his hand were pulled violently, how could Yun Qi not be surprised, his front hooves were raised angrily, and Han Xian wanted more than these, the reins were pulled to the side, and Yun Hu was roughly reversed.

People who see reality clearly have found their way home?

Han Xian's legs were clamped, Yun Qian understood, and frantically stepped on the healthy hooves and rushed away, the spear in his hand was not discarded because Yun Shan didn't need it, but grabbed it tighter.

Holding it in one hand, Han Feng moved forward, what did Han Xian want to do, the posture of the charge, was there any target in front of him that he needed to destroy?

Wu Jitang's heart was even more shocked, because the sound of horses' hooves that was about to disappear in his ears was once again manic, and he remembered again that his eyes didn't want to see, it was impossible, because the person was rushing towards him, and he felt that the hot blood in his heart was hitting his chest again and again.

Why did it feel like it was close to the battlefield, was it as simple as Han Xian, who rushed over, pointing his spear at himself?

But even if his eyes saw everything, the blood in his heart was boiling, but there was really no movement in his hand, his spear was only a fraction away from him, and he could grasp it in his hand as long as he stretched out his hand, but no, everything was still, and he could only watch, as if this person had been completely robbed of life by the enemy without a fight.

The man was not half prepared, but he was despising himself, so he should not stop, that man was his first target, to break him down, to pierce him.

Why is there such a fighting spirit, why is there a thief in my heart over and over again.

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