Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable, when it was warm and cold, how could the enemy come late to the wind and hurry, the geese passed by, and he was sad, but he was an old acquaintance.

'Hehe~!'

Laugh.

Chu Xinxin, who was blushing, was sneering.

Smile and ask, where is your acquaintance?

Smile and ask, where is your acquaintance?

I searched for it, but what was waiting for me was still cold, and what I found was a miserable and miserable relative, at this time my heart was hot, and my body was cold at this time.

The wind is urgent.

The sun rises in the sky, and it is not late, but it is the cold wind that blows thickly, and it blows urgently.

Self-sorrow.

I don't know how many times I've waited by the window, and I don't know how many geese have hurried past me.

Here they are.

They're gone.

Before they came, the air was cold, and after they left, the air here was cold, and I shivered in it, and I had no one to pity in it.

This time, what a sad word.

You're not here yet?

This time, what a hateful word.

Are you dead?

This time, what a love word.

The voice around you, the pleasant voice, if you come back, I will wait, if you go away, I will always follow.

This is what Rong Ruo meant to Han Xian.

But this infatuated words, Chu Xin is indeed not the first time to hear it, thinking about that day, that time, that day the north wind was very urgent, but at that time, the Lang in his heart was there, and he felt warm.

"Hehe~!"

Laughing, Chu Xin looked at the layers of demon clan armies under the city, with a hint of a smile on his face, and whispered in his mouth: "You must be gone, you must be far away, I made you wait for a long time, please wait for me for a while, I'm here, I'm here." ”

'Knock~!'

The violin girl is stroking the piano.

The beating rhythm is like a gentle breeze, and the sun is swinging leisurely, starting from the blood-stained fingertips of Chu Xin's heart, looking for and looking for the beautiful memories of the past.

It must be all over the place.

The sound of the piano is searching, reshaping the tenderness of the past, fragrant all the way, and flowers blooming all the way.

"Whew~!"

Go to the battlefield, Han go to the battlefield first, don't break it a long time ago, you give an order, I will immediately enter the battlefield, people leave the city, and Han will kill the demon knife in his hand.

Dance wildly, like a demon.

The knife is hundred, like a god.

Han Xian, who was like a demon, held a god-like demon knife, and cut it down from the sky above the demon army, and the demon clan who couldn't kill it couldn't help but have red eyes.

This time, I'm going to kill you.

"Hiss~!"

The demon knife cut through the air hiss, it seemed to be very cheerful, it seemed to be very proud, it could drink blood, and it could drink blood happily.

Are you sure?

The three demons who have long been empty are not three fools.

"Whew~!"

The blood shadow shook, the monkey shook the purple gold crown, the spine was propped up, he took a deep breath, carried the stick, and roared in his mouth: "Evil obstacles, dare to be murderous." ”

"Whew~!"

It must be confident, and that self-confidence must be pushing it to be a hero.

Just when too many demon soldiers looked at the bloody blade above their heads and almost despaired in their hearts, Monkey San rushed over with this stick, and the stick was separated.

Demon Heaven.

Monkey San vainly tried to be a demon Qing Han Xian with a demon knife in his hand.

"Keng~!"

The sound of a hundred zhang blades slashing sticks suddenly sank Monkey San's raised arms, and later, its empty body also sank deeply, but I have to say that it still blocked the demon knife in Han Xian's hand.

"Hey~!"

It laughed, and Monkey San gritted his gums and looked at himself with a cold smile.

"Whew~!"

Han Xian's face was cold, he took a long breath in his mouth, and roared: "Monkey, you are annoyed, you better die," the palm blade was slashing as he spoke.

"Keng~!"

The sound jumps, the sound of the blade.

Han Xian was slashing, and Monkey San's body was sinking, but at this moment, the sneer on its face became even thicker, and its gums were bleeding so much that its mouth was full of blood, and it immediately roared: "Your death is coming." ”

Monkey.

Monkey.

Annoying monkeys.

"Kill. ”

The blood streaked across the sky, in front of everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes were full of flowers, Han Xian appeared in front of Monkey San in the next moment, and immediately picked up a kick and kicked on the stick that Monkey San was lying on top of his head.

"Go down. ”

"Bang~!"

The blood color is crazy and bloody, the third monkey must be obedient, Han first picked up the blood color released by one kick, and directly sent the annoying monkey to the ground.

But it's confident.

Although Monkey San was suppressed and buckled to the ground, its spine was still erect, its head was still arrogant, and its expression was disdainful.

It gritted its steel teeth and roared, "Hehe, you're dead." ”

Dead?

Am I dead?

I may die, but before I die, I must send you to hell with your annoying things, send you to open the way, and I may come later.

"Whew~!"

Blood was furious, but Han Xian's face was indeed full of holy and unstained color, his eyes were majestic, and his palm suddenly lifted and pressed it to the ground.

"Buzz~!"

Wuzhi Mountain, the top of the mountain, is a monkey, and when it is pressed under the Wuzhi Mountain, it cannot move.

The shadow is black, the face is black, I don't know if it is the shadow of the palm that creates the swarthy appearance of the monkey or the familiarity of its face facing the top of its head.

Black to paper.

"Bang~!"

It is impossible to let it die, it will definitely struggle, and the monkey raised its palms to the sky.

Your sky is dark, the sky is falling, what are you still struggling with, what else can you struggle, the giant palm is like a bamboo.

The monkey is low all the way.

Flattened.

The blood mist rose, the giant hand dispersed, and the monkey disappeared, leaving only a black monkey-shaped pit in the ground, which seemed to be bottomless, is this dead?

"Whew~!"

Han Xian didn't have time to observe, the rain and wind around him, and the side of him was black and dead, white and white, wind and rain, black and white candles, they finally killed.

"Hmph~!"

He snorted coldly in his mouth, glanced at them with cold and arrogant eyes, and said disdainfully: "You are defeated?"

It's a fact.

This fact, you, me and him, Han Xian, Ji Meng, and Candle Yin, they all understand it deeply, but what if they lose, what if the two of them bully you together?

Are you scared?

"Keng~!"

In the midst of the confrontation between Han Xian and Ji Meng, the rhythm that lingered in his ears suddenly went higher, and the smart voice was high, as if people were so excited.

Seeking, searching, is Chu Xin finding it?

Look for?

People are looking for yesterday, and that is forever in the past, but do you know why I'm happy, I've found forgotten memories.

I found the heat I once was, and I sensed the half of his soul he had given himself.

The sound of the piano is like the summer sun, rising, the sun is scorching, scorching, hot, dotting the ground, dotting the demon, nodding the head.

"Kill~!"

As soon as you give the order, I will enter the battlefield, and Han will kill first.

The demon knife in his hand was cold, and the blood-colored meteor light was rising in the air, squeezing through the wind and rain, jumping away from black and white, going straight to the essence of black and white, and killing into the side of Candle Yin.

"Uh~!"

Suddenly, the candle yin face was suddenly startled, facing the bloody blade color that filled the pupils, its eyes seemed to be frightened, at this time, when the blade was the most straightforward, the evolution of the fate of the Heavenly Dao could not save you, if you were only frightened, then Han Xian would succeed, then Han Xian would kill you and become ironclad.

"Keng~~!"

There are few voices, and in the end, they are also the best heroes of the younger generations.

Short-edged knives, fish intestine swords.

Candle Yin held a knife in one hand and a sword in the other, and the intersection finally blocked the demon knife that Han Xian wanted to cut off his head, but judging from the blue and white on its face and the cracking of the skin on its arm, this blow was not good.

"Whew~!"

Divide and attack, this is Han Xian's Spring and Autumn Dream, this dream is just a corner of success, with lightning speed to cut off the monkey three, if you can cut the candle yin with a knife just now, then you won, but the result has been relieved, it has not developed towards its own wants.

Candlestick successfully lived.

And his own tragedy seems to have begun.

"Ding~!"

There was a few sounds, Chu Xin's piano music, which came out of her blood-colored fingers, warm and manic, slowly cold, the wind was bleak, the heaven and the earth were bleak, as if autumn was thick.

But that's the color of the harvest.

Harvest time.

The fragrance seems to be the most beautiful moment, but what about it, I was the most beautiful that day, I was the most beautiful that day, I was really beautiful that day, he was by my side, I was very beautiful.

Autumn white of frost.

The rain is cold.

Han Xian didn't hack Candle Yin to death with a knife, struggled, wanted to fight with a knife, hoping that his dream could come true, and he held the knife in his hand, but at the moment when the blade just left Candle Yin's short sword, the cold covered his bones.

Crushed raindrops.

Xuanqing wind.

Autumn is sluggish, and big dreams are shattered, as if I don't have a chance.

The bean rain dotted the body, like an ice arrow falling, in the wind and rain in a hurry, suddenly his body banged, banged, if it wasn't for the rough skin and thick flesh of the raw body, his body would almost become an hourglass with thousands of holes.

'Whew~!'

The blood-colored cloud grinds the disk, and the sun rises.

But just when the sun was around the body of the double fish beating, beside him, the white seeping, the black scary, the candle yin held the black and white field, and squeezed in, and the broken raindrops were like the dark green wind, just like the embroidery needles of ants, they pierced little by little, and broke the openings slightly.

"Boom.... Knock~~~!"

The sound of the piano is like the cold pool of the ages is frozen at first, the white mist and cold smoke rise to the fairyland of the world, the long hanging ice hangs, and a little bit of crystal is difficult to fall into the unfrozen spring.

How much longer can we struggle?

How long can this fountain struggle, it was once not frozen, and this cold fountain has also experienced cold winter winds and cold smoke.

It is the heart that turns this cold smoke into a hot hope.

He'll be back.

I insisted, I insisted, I promised not to be frozen, but now, he was gone, and he seemed to have been waiting for him on the road for a long time.

Exhaustion.

Haggard.

Heartbroken.

The sound of the piano has attracted spring, summer, autumn and winter, and I have searched for the four seasons, but I still haven't found him, he still hasn't appeared in front of my eyes, and what I get is still miserable and miserable.

The wind is rushing in the evening.

The wind is urgent, and it is the frozen heart of this eternal cold pool that adds a touch of coldness.

"You travel far away, I will accompany you, I have kept you waiting for a long time, I am coming. ”