Where are people lying? Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

How late is the night?

Such a person, such a person lying quietly on the bed, is like lying in a coffin, but Han Xian just lies quietly on the bed, and judging from his even breathing, he does not need to be buried in the grave, but he is too tired to wake up for a while.

It's really rare that a person can sleep in bed without eating or drinking as if he was dead.

And this is really difficult for Han Xian, who will starve to death if he doesn't eat.

Is this even breathing the darkness catching the tired person, or the tired person sleeping in the darkness with peace of mind, is it because Han Xian himself does not want to wake up?

"Hey, Master is really, throw my junior brother to me, I am gone" Wen Ziqi looked at Han Xian with a bitter face, and his original cheerful and fresh face was also stained with a trace of exhaustion.

There is no doubt that Xiao Wangzhi's hiding has caused him constant trouble, after all, it is a very melancholy thing to be pulled by the elders to uphold justice.

"Senior brother, you better wake up early, if there are three long and two short, the master will blame me. ”

He was also afraid, and in the midst of a sigh, Wen Zi expected to leave with a shake of his head from Han Xian's side.

But his blessing, Han Xian, who was deep in his sleep, really couldn't hear it, let alone come out of his exhaustion.

The light of the world is too complicated, and only its own darkness is the most real.

Han Xian can meditate carefree in it, forget everything and think crazy, think that his eldest brother Guan Hanning is still alive, and think that he is still laughing in Yunshan.

The darkness that the heart and the brain build together is not really darkness.

It was a crazy idea to fill in after trying to forget, in which Han Xian had already forgotten his exhaustion, and had already chosen to accept his fate, and Han Xian, who was in charge of Hanning's body and collapsed into sand, remembered it profoundly.

He also knew that Guan Hanning sent the fragment of the 'Emperor Seal' into his heart at the last moment, and it was also its Emperor Dao Holy Breath that he could find his divine consciousness and reason from the Ghost Roaring Calendar.

A man in the dark, with his eyes open and his ears sticking up.

Seeing and hearing, the ghosts were dancing and roaring in the yin Gu in front of their hearts, and they wanted to devour their hearts again and again, but because of the existence of the Holy Light of the Emperor Seal on their heads, all their efforts were destined to be in vain.

But for this reason, Han Xian's heart really didn't feel half happy, and although the 'Emperor Seal' holy light saved Han Xian's life, it was more painful to be burned in his heart in Han Xian's own eyes.

I'm still the one who needs protection.

If it weren't for the last help of my eldest brother, I'm afraid I'd be dead, right?

Yes, of course Han Xian is sure.

"First, how about a battle with my eldest brother, first, let's fight once...... The roar was already loud and hot in his ears, and Han Xian really dared to say that he was charging side by side with Guan Hanning?

The sound is heard, but this hearing is to prove that his punch has not been made, and the bit of Dao power has not risen. It's just that he was carried by the eldest brother and protected by the charge.

In the darkness and coldness, those eyes that shimmered with a strange luster must have asked, 'Why?'

It's too easy to understand why.

Because of what, of course he is too weak, if it weren't for the remnants of Sister Red Line, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the right to stand in the air on the main peak of the Chuyue Palace.

There has never been a shortage of powerful people in this world, and in which corner is he considered to be powerful, he is just a stout ant that can bark.

The reality is too cruel, but why is that reality.

In the darkness, Han Xian's gaze fell on his Dao tree, it was really too weak, he seemed to laugh and cry, and said, "When will you grow a little taller." ’

Do you hear that?

The Dao tree that grew in Han Xian's star map heard the ridicule from Han Xian, and he was for Han Xian's ridicule, but also for himself, and began to grow wildly by putting aside all distractions.

The tree has new sprouts, and every leaf contains this surging power.

Those eyes in the darkness saw the efforts of the tree named Han Xiandao, but those eyes were still flashing with vague tears, were they not satisfied?

Probably.

The shadow of the beauty in the center of the eyes can't be forgotten, and the haze in Que Rong or Qin Murongruo's eyes is always rising in the bottom of his heart, and the memory engraved in his bones is destined to be indelible.

The tragedy of the blood of the Qin Mu clan and the insignificance of the people of Yiyang City tortured Han Xian's heart like maggots on tarsal bones.

But in addition to this torture, didn't Han Xian ever be glad that he could successfully survive from the mouth of the Demon Sacrifice Devouring Heaven?

But this 'living', the person who hides in the darkness is not happy, and he is indeed deeply sad for what he sees in his eyes.

Love, think twice, think twice.

But at this moment, it didn't seem that Han Xian was given a chance to choose, and his heart had already drifted away in the crying in the corner of Qin Murong's curling curls, and he wanted to turn back, but it was difficult to climb to the sky.

What's more, Han Xian never planned to turn back.

Those poignant questions have always been in my mind, why did she appear in Yiyang City, why did she see everything that belonged to her there.

These thoughts and questions all made Han Xian, a person who fell into the word 'love', unable to extricate himself.

The eyes in the darkness are still looking.

Xingtu Daoshu must have discovered Han Xian's lost eyes, was his own efforts not enough?

There is no choice, another obsessive choice effort, the blood and green of the leaf tops, but this time the effort is not for life, but for death, in a moment the tree will be withered and yellow, and the dead leaves of the tree will fall and turn into dust and scatter into the rhizome, but this is not the end of withering, but the beginning of a new life.

The dead leaves have fallen, but in the vague and vague, when the auspicious clouds of the road mist rise, the pale green demon red hangs on the branches with joy, and their trembling is a kind of show-off, asking for credit from their masters.

I saw it, I saw it.

But Han Xian saw that he was indeed sad.

Leaves can wither and fall back to their roots, but why can't I return to the origin of Yunshan, that place, this person who flashed tears in the darkness is really missed.

When will I be back there?

Even Han Xian himself didn't know about this, and how could the Star Map Dao Tree know about it.

Han Xian could only sigh and mourn silently in it, but Daoshu did know that if he worked fearlessly, as long as he was strong enough, he would definitely be able to return to that place.

That's exactly what people who think about it.

The branches of the Dao tree are already full of condensation, which should be the courage to grow and grow in Bo.

The eyes in the darkness saw it, this time not only saw the sadness, but also saw their own efforts, the condensation on the Dao tree was scattered one by one, and every leaf was bathed in it.

Why the leaves can be so green is because of their own efforts.

Why Ye Ke is so charming, it is because of his own hard work.

In the darkness, a knowing smile finally appeared on the face of the person who had been in tears, fragrant and bitter to find himself again, not believing that Guan Hanning was really dead, Yu Qin Murong did not really owe it, but also firmly believed that he could return to that place.

"Hehe, I'm still the one called Han Xian. ”

The inner attachment finally excavated Han Xian himself from the darkness, but when he opened his eyes, he was still dark, but his eyes were open to see the shadow hidden in the darkness, and a melancholy smile couldn't help but float on Han Xian's face, and he asked softly, "Where am I?"

There were only trivial insects chirping around, and no one came to solve the confusion of Han Xian, who had just woken up.

If he could, Han Xian would definitely close his eyes again and fall asleep hazy, but at this moment, he has slept for more than six days, what else is there to love in this bed.

What's more, the stomach is powerless to complain again and again in the dead and alive.

"Ah~~. ”

As soon as Han Xian's feet hit the ground, his mouth twitched fiercely, and a head spun even more, and his body was almost about to kiss the thickness of the earth.

But this time, Han Xian's spine was not completely succumbed and hungry, but only slightly rickety.

The proud spine also needs food to comfort it, but now that this place is really only cold in the air and tasteless in the night, how can there be food?

Is that really the case?

For people who are extremely hungry, even if the air is bland, you can find the slightest uniqueness in it, not to mention that the wisp of gossamer hidden in the air is still the taste of the stomach.

Han Xian's eyes were closed and difficult to know, because the movement of his legs was guided by his eyes, and his nose moved firmly in search of the faint breath that emanated from the air, which was instinctive.

It smells really good, and it smells really good.

The legs didn't know how to walk the long mountain road, and the hands didn't know how to pour wine into their stomachs in the astonishment of other people's eyes.

"Ah~~~. ”

Holding this wine jar hanging down weakly, a pair of eyes have long been closed comfortably, and the face is full of enjoyment, although the wine is pierced through the intestines, but the belly is still empty, while enjoying, I can't help but mutter: "If there is meat, it is perfect." ”

"Han Xian~~. ”

The thunder exploded, the wine dispersed, and the people woke up.