Who laughs at Wu Jitang can't see?

The stubborn and trembling chicken feet are dangling in front of him, and the sneering eyes can see clearly, is the heart that can still move still disdainful?

If he could, what Wu Jitang wanted was not a sneer, but a smug person, waving his majestic arms to pinch off the withered decay in front of him. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hehe, I really laughed, Han Xian laughed.

Sneering is not Wu Jitang's will, but now what is the use of him even if he has infinite power in his heart, he should have thought that there are countless miracles in this world.

This is not the Badlands.

Unlike the sweet air of Kamigo, the wind here is always full of fragrance, and unlike Kamigo, which is full of elites, this place is full of scum and talents.

And unlike the poor egg elites in Shangwu, the despicable villains here are all rich and flowing.

This is not Shangwu County, it is Yiyang City, but this place is indeed a bad land.

Wu Jitang was silent in his heart, he must have thought of death in his dream, would it be a wilderness?

Of course not, I think more of what is that I am standing in the land of flying souls, standing up with a proud spear, giving the enemy infinite fear, that must be standing and dying.

And now, there are many souls flying on the ground under his feet, and the spear is really as proud as in his dream, and he really gives the enemy infinite fear, and he is still standing.

The scene of the dream in my heart is really displayed in front of me, but the unwillingness to struggle in the scene is so strong.

There must have been a sigh in my heart, it turned out that I didn't want to die.

And how could he, Wu Jitang, be willing, how pathetic the humble person in front of him was, as long as he stretched out his hands, he could break his neck.

But it's also my own pathetic.

Is this close distance just a matter of regret?

The handsome man achieves his regret in the eternal sneer.

The hands of extreme excitement could not suppress the excitement in their hearts, and the swaying in the wind was so trembling.

It's not that Han Xian can't find all this, and he watched it openly.

Can Han Xian doubt the strength of those hands swaying in the wind, Wu Jitang's majestic shoulders must not be something he can ravage.

The smile on his face was a recognition of the thoughts in his heart, but anyone could find the shallow mockery in Han Xian's smile, and it was definitely his eyes that mocked him.

Can you doubt the glow of the nails on the fingernails of the chicken feet?

The slightest wind conveys an honest answer.

None of this should be deceived, that heart seems to be next to the fingernails that flow this light, and because of the sound of the wind, my own heart seems to be dripping blood.

Afraid, that unyielding backbone is actually afraid, sneering?

Why laugh at yourself.

Those sneering eyes, as if discovering the future, with a beard like a monkey's chicken-like fingers and claws, actually grasped that excellent heart in his hand.

How strong and powerful that heart was, even though it was out of the body, he was still so self-reliant, fighting the air again and again, wailing for the god who had passed away.

And his own heart, which was broken by the cutting of the air at his fingertips, must be humble, with an excellent body, how can the backbone of the heavens and the earth tolerate the humility of the heart, being excluded, abandoned and having no choice.

Is that really the case?

Han Xian's eyes were closed, because he didn't dare, he didn't dare to see Wu Jitang's chest cracked, as if the blood would pour out on his cold heart.

No one cares about Han Xian's unbearable heart, because success is just around the corner, and the hands tremble even more, I don't know how many times those eyes need to be closed because of excitement to suppress the blood that is about to rush to the brain.

Fortunately, this age is not in vain, the mind is not fragile enough, and he falls into happiness before he can enjoy the future time, and the beard on that face is not white.

It is because of his existence that this ugly face has not been excessively exposed in front of the world.

Like Han Xian, of course, there are also those Yiyang nobles, because maybe the moment the sun rises tomorrow, he will go to the court to meet the new master.

No matter how willing, they can't dilute their fear, so they can only open their mouths wide and watch.

"Old Mr. Yan, isn't there any other way?" asked the Hundred Family Patriarch with a gloomy face.

And the old man's face beside him was even more gloomy, and he didn't expect in his heart that his blue eagle would have a 'Fixing Talisman' The head shook numbly, and nodded a little dementedly.

Will the Bai patriarch be confused?

Anyone with a long brain can find fear in that old face with a deep frown, because he is no different. But I really don't want to do it.

Because he has achieved the legend of ascending the wind at such a young age, shouldn't he be even more deserving of the glorious throne?

And now, to let yourself choose to prostrate and lie down like a dog in front of people who are not even as good as dogs, the sorrow of this heart can be imagined.

A low and resentful voice sounded: "Yayan, can't you do anything? Is this the invincible place you said, I don't think it's just that, it's ridiculous that a mere talisman is imprisoned in the palm of your hand." ”

The old man's brows were locked even more, and his eyes inadvertently swept over the face of the Bai patriarch, and he was very disdainful in his heart: "Just your sideburns are a little bit white, and you dare to call yourself young, and you are a genius, and you are also laughed off by young talents********?"

Obviously, this person still has the value of use, and he didn't dare to tear his face with the Bai patriarch openly, so he could only snort lightly to convey his dissatisfaction.

That Yayan is really naïve, how could this rebellious Bai patriarch buy his account.

A cold snort did not make the hot-headed man sober, but made his brain even more cloudy, and he snorted softly.

The two hummed softly, completely solidifying the air around them.

Han Xian must not have been able to find out the embarrassment of these two people.

And his closed eyes must not have been able to find that his thin fingers touched Wu Jitang's shoulder.

The sound of blood collapsing and flesh cracking must have been detected by the sensitive ears through the selfless wind, so those sad eyes couldn't bear to open them even more.

The fingers clenched fiercely, because the blood in his mind was more intense, could he really only stand so humbly?

The body is questioning, the backbone is questioning, the humble heart is beating again and again, and it is getting weaker and weaker, it must be evading.

There was already a little vanity under his feet, how could he still stand, and he took a few steps back, and how could this humble man hold on to such a backbone, staggering and rolling to the ground.

Those eyes still didn't open, because they were afraid.

And that spine didn't fall into the dust, because he didn't want to, so his hands desperately pushed back.

What is the cool thing that presses under the palm of the hand, ask the heart, ask the backbone, ask the hand, because he touches it directly, maybe he doesn't need to know.

The dark and frozen brain must have remembered something, and when there was a cold light in the darkness, the child who was curled up on the side was deeply impressed.

The fleeting cold light completely occupied the man's heart.

How did Han Xian stand up, why did he stand more like a great man, and the gorgeous thing in his hand was the source of everything, and the closed eyes still did not open.

And everything in the air is clearly presented in the mind and heart.

That Blue Eagle must be an extremely distorted person in his heart, why did he delay for so long, could it be that he simply liked the sound of flesh and blood cracking?

Maybe Blue Eagle feels that this is the fruit of his success, and he must taste it carefully, so that others can taste his success with all his heart.

And the person who fell into his own small inner world may find that the whistling sound that breaks through the air?

Lin Lao'er's brows furrowed again, his gaze quickly swept to the ground, and Han Xian, who was really strong with his eyes closed, rushed into his eyes without surprise, and his smile spread slightly.

Is it a compliment?

Han Xian couldn't know, it must have been an accident, this time it was still the same as the last time, his gun was still for that person, and it was also at a critical moment.

And did Han Xian really think it out this time, does closing his eyes mean that he can be blind?

Shouldn't the direction of that gun be the blue eagle with a broken face, why is the target the majestic body, the cold cold front doesn't know everything, and the blue eagle with misty eyes is really blind.

How obvious was the spear whistling in the air, and when the wind ruffled his beard and his eyes turned from confusion to astonishment, the cold edge of the spear served his purpose.

The fluttering blood fell gently on the soft beard, how warm it was.

"Ah, little thief, I'm going to tear you to pieces. ”

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