The moonlight at this moment is the weirdest, and the roar of the yin wind can make the atmosphere even more gloomy. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The blood-colored fog did not dissipate as people moved, but swelled even more under the help of the night. And what about the people who travel in between?

Han Xian's hands were once again stained with blood, and at this moment, he didn't feel a trace of honor, but more disgust. At this time, the brain has the ability to work a little. It must have been vomiting to give him life, but Han Xian couldn't thank him.

At this time, Han Xian forgot the honor of this armor, as if it had never existed. The ability to work in the brain has been used to miss that place, whether the flowers and plants in the courtyard have changed color, whether your mother, father, and brother Li have slept peacefully. How could you not think of the stirring green, where your own blood is buried. The picture of that moment clearly appeared in my mind, the bright green followed by the lost red.

If Han Xian's partner could raise his face at this moment, looking at Han Xian's face, he would definitely jump up in panic. This place, the blood mist is filled, and the smile will be peaceful. Fortunately, the man didn't know if he was still numb, or if he was also intoxicated by his own brain. Then he is all lucky.

Now the man on the horse is the real master, the blood stain on the ground. I am also disgusted, how can I let them defile their shoes. So this man's feet have never stained the land today.

The eyes are the same disgust, perhaps disgust for those who are still moving around. The roar had almost zero effect, but the man didn't give up that right. Although he didn't have the momentum he had when he came, just as Guan Hanning was silent, this person's chatter accompanied him very well and eliminated his loneliness.

How to walk through the blood mist to avoid its attack. Even if you're on a horse. The hair that had been scattered from the helmet revealed his true nature in a strange red, and it was already a little white. This person must have had a legend if he lived to gray hair, and his blood must have washed away everything, but at this moment, he is indeed at the end of this battlefield.

The trace of his soul that he had buried was attracted to his companion, and the green of nostalgia in his eyes dissipated. The dark red earth is still under its feet. The fingers are the real numbness, the masterpiece of cold blood. Don't dare to look at yourself, look around. The first thing that catches your eye is, of course, the special existence in red.

Cyan, white, dark red, ink.

They have raised their own mountains for this murderous land. Proud of this land, looking at this land. And they are destined to be enemies for the ages. Life and death will not make the other party peaceful.

The moonlight was also tired, and Han Xian and they were finally tired of finishing the mountain. It's a moment when everyone is looking at their own achievements. Now Han Xian couldn't call the things that were stacked together flesh and blood, even though it smelled and flowed to declare itself.

is unwilling to admit it in his heart, so he does the final deception physically and mentally.

But someone deliberately uncovered the lie, and the man who immediately put an end to his chatter. It's not that he's given up on his habits, it's that he's brewing a final confession.

The moment was quiet, everyone stood in the wind. Silent mourning for that mountain-like existence.

The man on the horse finished brewing, and the cough broke the frozen air, attracting everyone's attention at this time, and the man enjoyed the attention. Only then can one's cloudy gaze find the necessity of existence in these sluggishness.

"Hmph. "Maybe it's the disdain of thinking about it.

This disdain is obvious, but Han Xian will not care, because of what. Because I really can't beat him.

"I know what's going on in your hearts, it doesn't matter. I don't think you can doubt the authenticity of what you have in front of you, no matter who he is, it is the same, you chickens need to help them move their bodies, do you think you are great? The voice struck the light blood mist, and the words were so ostentatious at this moment, not only showing off to the living, but even the fallen were sarcastic.

At this time, the mountain-like existence could no longer defend itself, and those who stood on the land of sin had long been robbed of their hearts by this evil appearance.

Han Xian was also obsessed with this person, the chicken cub, as if there was no difference between old chickens and chicks in this group, and how could Han Xian be angry about this thing that didn't exist in the first place.

When Arrogance wants to hide, it must be a cold time.

The man's words were not finished.

Sarcasm is sometimes just a foreshadowing of the results: "Do you come to a place where you want to walk on the earth and admire the greatness of others? But it's not always up to you to decide if you don't want to, have you noticed that there are more blue and white than red ink?"

Han Xian's mind was well influenced by that person, maybe a normal brain would argue with how many of them, but it couldn't be done at the moment. To say that the man's following words are to state the honor in which he has participated.

The proud horse fueled the man's tallness and nourished the proud momentum.

"I can tell you, in this battle, none of those blue and white people will return alive, all of them are prostrate at your feet, do you feel proud? The cold gaze swept around, savoring the breath, his goal was almost achieved.

"Do you know why, what wiped them out?" The proud gaze felt like it was a substitute for the moon, and the silence of the chicken finches was to be expected.

Han Xian couldn't discard the seed planted by that man, saying that his armor restrained his arrogance. The heart rises and falls with the rhythm of this other man.

"It seems that you don't have the courage to think, and to tell you why, that's courage. That is the determination not to be afraid of death, and your life in Shangwu has long been handed over to Changtian. If you don't have the momentum to move forward, how can Changtian pity your little life. When the enemy appears, it is a duel arranged by Changtian, if you want to live, then tear it apart, Changtian always loves the brave. If you listen carefully, you can see that the man's voice is already a little shaky.

But the damn thing is that Han Xian just listened too seriously.

"Do you want to live, do you want to go back to the place that just appeared in your mind, answer me. The last words exploded like thunder. Only such a sound can dispel the blood mist and shatter the fine dream.

Han Xian's body shook instinctively, maybe it was instinctive, and his brain was in a hurry to say what he thought in his heart, maybe it sounded a little weak to the person on the horse, but it really couldn't erase its effect. On the calm surface of the lake, Han Xian threw stones, and the ripples spread out in circles. Voices come from everyone's mouth.

"Yes. ”

His purpose was accomplished, but the men lacked momentum: "What about your courage, is it like this? Let me hear your roar." ”

Only a bright courage can make the blood mist retreat.

"Yes. "It's going to be surprisingly neat at this moment.

All the souls wandering outside have found their shells in this 'thought', and at this moment, Han Xian really realized how much he missed that place, how much he wanted to see that place alive, how much he hated his brain, why the memory of that place was a little blurry at this moment.

The man smiled, and only in this place could his task be completed so thoroughly, and now it was time to understand it thoroughly.

No matter how much he didn't want his shoes to be stained with blood, just like Han Xian and them, he didn't have a choice.

"It's time for us to give them one last ride. The man turned and dismounted, and came before the crowd.

Han Xian looked at the man, that was a great man, and he didn't want to let go of every detail.

I saw that the man bowed respectfully to the mountain-like existence, and Han Xian and the others followed as they had arranged in advance.

I saw that the man took out a delicate bottle from his arms, and the mouth of the bottle attracted all eyes, and the strange green water droplets broke away from the mouth of the bottle with difficulty and fell to the ground. Han Xian was disappointed and didn't react in any way.

The man put a drop in front of each mountain, and when he was done, he solemnly took the bottle into his bosom.

The crowd followed the man back a few steps, and the miracle was still brewing.

The man bowed down again, Han Xian and they naturally bowed down, the previous time was respectful, and this time there was a hint of doubt hidden in the respect.

Fortunately, the miracle did not make Han Xian wait for a long time, and before he could stand up straight, a green flame suddenly appeared in front of him.

The eyes are full of strange flames, and strange things have their own strange things. With such a close distance and such a large mountain, Han Xian didn't feel the slightest temperature, but felt that his body was getting colder and colder.

As if there was a hot flame burning in front of him, his body involuntarily took a few steps back, and this time it was because of the cold.

The man rolled over and got on his horse again, and spat softly: "Queue." ”

Now this group of people did not procrastinate, they all let go of the curiosity in their hearts, and quickly found their own position. Maybe it's knowing you're going home. Even if you have great courage, you won't have to stay too long, and you want to escape from this hellish place as soon as possible.

The flame of silence is destined to rise lonely in solitude.

The man glanced back at Han Xian, but in fact, the man had been paying attention to Han Xian. Han Xian's special thing is that his armor was not brought by Wu Jitang, and he couldn't help but wonder about the origin of this armor.

And now all that left in my mind was regret for the armor.

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