Did you sunburn three shots?

This person doesn't want to wake up, and this person doesn't dare to wake up. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info because of the domineering of the heart, who dares to disobey, without the disturbance of the mysterious world, it is a good time to dream of the Spring and Autumn Festival.

No, it's wrong, what's so good about dreaming, this Han first wants to be as comfortable as he wants.

As soon as the eyes are closed, it is dark, the thin eyelids cut everything off, and the light can break through the thick curtain, but if you want to break through Han Xian's defense, it is more difficult than ascending to the sky.

The light shone on his face, but it was awakening this man who was surrounded by layers of laziness.

Han Xian, who was obviously blinded, was disgusted by these, and turned sideways, and I will not abandon the darkness.

The sun buried in the soil finally broke through the layers of turbidity again, and the light sprinkled gently soothed the people who were still alive before, and every faceless person still enjoyed it like that.

These iron-blooded people, only this moment is the most comfortable, forget the smiling faces that once were, and forget the souls that drifted into the flames of ghostly light.

And in such a comfortable and quiet moment, why does the person who is at the high point of the hillside have tears in the corners of his eyes, is it because the sun is not warm enough today?

Is that really the case?

It may be true, no one around Wu Jitang wants to approach, and he is alone on that hillside, also exposed to the sun, why does the person in the glow shiver, white lips, and clenched teeth. Doesn't it show that Wu Jitang has no blood at this moment?

The sun jumped away and broke free, the comfort on Wu Jitang's face could no longer pretend, the sun did not discriminate against this cold person, under the dim morning glow, a pale smile.

"Hey~" This place can't make itself quiet. The cloudy eyes looked at the sun, and sighed in his heart: "You are really strange today." ”

Wu Jitang didn't want to say more: "It's so strange that it's so cold between us." ”

The sun has moved, and those who shine under it are destined to live for today.

Wu Jitang's eyes were attracted by the bustling back under the hillside, were they going to be strange?

Of course not, but why was his gaze so anxious as Han Xian?

Wu Jitang was in a hurry, anxious to find out that there were those who were familiar to him, and he regretted that the smiling faces of the past had chosen laziness at this time.

raised his hand to wipe away the tears awakened by the wind in the corners of his eyes, and strode into the distance, his back in the sun was still so strong, because he Wu Jitang knew what he should do, and he knew how to work hard.

The sun will not be stingy, as long as you are willing, you will selflessly shine on him regardless of your relatives and humility.

In the same way, there is no difference between standing and kneeling.

Why is it that under such sunlight, the once unusually generous back will appear so humble, is it because he is kneeling on the ground?

Is there any other explanation.

Although Guan Hanning, who was kneeling on the ground, did not shiver in the sun, everyone must have felt his coldness, and when the black hair that used to smile proudly was stained with white frost.

The white hair is even clearer under the magnification of the sun.

This man must have been kneeling for a long time, otherwise the pale face would not have been covered with dew, when did he come, and the arrogant and sluggish guards on both sides would know?

Obviously, the weapon-like expression won't pay attention to this.

Han Xian could lie high on the bed, but he didn't have the courage to do it, and from the moment he opened his eyes, he knew what he should do.

Do you count yourself as a winner?

Kill until Qing Ming has no power to fight back, and even kill the other party's commander who cut off his own arm.

But such a victor only brought back three or five people, and those three or five people also included themselves, and these three or five people were dragged back by others, can such a victory still be considered a victory?

Guan Hanning wasn't sure, so he knelt here, kneeling here and waiting for Shi Mo's approval.

The towering room, with this arrogant face, the door looking down on everyone who passed in front of him, not to mention the one kneeling in front of him, it was the cold breath he exhaled that made Guan Hanning's black hair stained with frost.

This door must have never been opened, or else his arrogance, the slight sound must have frightened all souls, and the dim sun finally shone into the room that had never seen light for an eternity.

The slight sound made the prostrate Guan Hanning's body tremble, and sure enough, it must be very cold in that room, otherwise the arrogant door would be torn apart, and the cold inside would be so impatient to rush into the warm sunshine.

In the face of such a gorgeous sunshine, everyone will have a smile on their faces, and Shi Mo is the same, those clear and thorough eyes will definitely be able to find the figure hidden by the sun.

The smile made this person's face more handsome, Shi Mo's footsteps were always so elegant, and he gently stepped on the stone steps and came to Guan Hanning's side with unhurried steps.

The man must have been frozen, and the head was buried deep in the earth, and even the man who exuded warmth didn't notice it, but pressed his head lower, whether he really wanted to kiss the dirt.

"Hanning. "The figure was really warm.

made Guan Hanning, who was in the extreme cold, feel uplifted, but the arrogant head still didn't rise, there must be something he wanted in the dirt, otherwise he wouldn't be so obsessed.

Shi Mo's kindness did not decrease by half a point, he bent down, gently picked up Guan Hanning's arrogance, turned around, raised his steps, and moved forward unhurriedly: "Hanning, we won!"

"We won, we won. "The weak body trembled in the sun, and won, did it really win?

Does Guan Hanning not want to believe it?

How could someone else's words make the coldness in his heart completely retreat, but fortunately, the rickety body slowly straightened up, and his cloudy eyes also had brilliance, and at this time, Shi Moyi was standing in front of the arrogant door.

Guan Hanning leaned forward slightly and saluted Shi Mo: "General Xie." ”

Shi Mo didn't turn around, and said softly: "Go ahead, do what you have to do." ”

Guan Hanning slowly retreated, facing Nayangguan and straightened his chest again, ready to meet the next tempering, whether he could live next time.

Who cares next time, just like Han Xian at this moment, I will take care of the present, as long as I sleep well now, then I will definitely have strength next time.

Is Han Xian planning to sleep well this time?

The real sun shines three strokes, this person is still asleep, and the real sun is still asleep, is Han Xian's heart really so domineering, no matter who he is, he has to surrender?

It seems like this now, but after a long time, there will always be people who will rebel, revolt, and revolutionize.

It is destined that the stomach must be the leader, the rumbling stomach shatters all the good dreams, the eyes are open, this is where there is no need to explore, the eyes are cast to the curtain, the light, how the eyes are still hazy, so thorough in such a dark night,

I was very sure that if I moved more, I would definitely grin in pain, so everything was as slight as possible, as if I was afraid of disturbing those who were still asleep, obviously the person who was bruised in the past was still tormenting Han Xian now.

How redundant Han Xian's movements were, no one told him, did he still have pain on his body?

Is that insulting Shi Mo's ability?

Were there any other people in his tent?

There is no possibility of regrouping of souls that have been separated from their bodies.

As soon as Han Xian moved his hands and feet, his stomach kept screaming, and he cursed in his head: "You're hungry." He looked up at the glimmer of light that had crept into the barracks, but fortunately it was already morning.

The bright sun stretched out in his head, and with a slight smile on his face, he took a step and walked out, lifting the curtain, the day was really bright.

There was nothing hesitant about the body, just a step forward, and squeezed into the bright earth.

Han Xian's brows furrowed deeply, the brightness was too cold, he raised his eyes and looked around, the flames dancing in the distance were the tomorrow that broke through the soil layer?

Hehe, Han Xian smiled, did I get up early?

I really can't imagine that my Uncle Han Xian still has an early day, and his squeaky lips are praising his diligence. Looking up at the sky, a few stars hung tiredly on the night, and only the bright moon was tirelessly blooming.

Sure enough, it's night, so what should I do, go find something to eat?

Come on, let's go to bed, if you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, and you have to get up early tomorrow, and you can't miss the beautiful sun.

Sure enough, the heart is very big, as soon as I lie down in the warm quilt, all the resistance has to be silenced, and the eyelids are gently closed, can I still miss the beautiful sun today?

If no one else bothered Han Xian, he would definitely be able to laugh at the sun shamelessly.

Who is that hazy figure, so familiar, the eyes are hazy exploring, why is the face so pale, like...

Impulsive... Impulsive....

His heart contracted rapidly, how could Han Xian dare to hide in the bed, and after a while, he slumped into the corner of the wall, staring at the figure in panic.

In what kind of sleepy eyes and hazy experience such a fright, it should also be solidified, the pale lips trembled slightly, and the throat swallowed silently.

The overlapping figures finally converged into a point, and Han Xianchang exhaled a turbid breath, almost screaming, and said, "Brother Ang, you scared me to death." ”

The pale face was not stained with a smile because of Han Xian's stupidity, Wu Jitang raised his right hand and threw an object to Han Xian, turned around and left the barracks.

"And then, the glory you lived. The shaking curtain was to prove that Wu Jitang had been here. ’

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