The sun shines on Han Xian's body and is warm. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

And Zuo Mu was indeed deeply happy when he looked at this warm belt, the sun and the world were his game, and the old people in the game had of course become pawns that could be manipulated and ingested at will.

"Haha. ”

Zuo Mu looked at the dark top of the tomb and laughed long, he had been bored with the color of the coffin for thousands of years, and in the short time since the coffin came out, he felt bored with the tomb.

Zuo Mu must have seen through it, and saw the dark and sky-filled soul of Weishan, which was his masterpiece thousands of years ago, and today's reborn self is ready to cover the world with the masterpiece, so that the soul of the world can not be dispersed, and let the world's life gather one person, and in his heart black is the most beautiful color.

These eyes that are dark are the real brilliance, and the look in them seems to imprison the whole world in the eyeballs, so that Zuo Mu can feel at ease.

And Zuo Mu's eyes turned into the sun and gently fell on Han Xian's body.

"Hehe, die, die. He roared in his mouth.

Although the child did not pee on Han Xian's back, he was indeed very dishonest, and he was very naughty, often twisting his body and stroking Han Xian's already pitiful and loose hair, and this playful and playful Han Xian was even more tormented, and his trembling steps were almost about to fall.

"Sun, cough cough, if you want to move, grandpa will fall. ”

This 'Sun', whether Han Xian has admitted that this is Weishan, where he grew up, and whether this 'Sun' has completely familiarized himself with the strangeness in his heart.

Maybe Han Xian still doesn't understand, and maybe Han Xian is convinced that his mind is dizzy, maybe he is really old, so old that he has forgotten what this place is, and he has forgotten who the child who called himself 'grandpa' is with whom.

Although his brain was confused, Han Xian still didn't dare to admit that it was his grandson.

But this can't stop the doting derived from the depths of the heart, although the words are reproachful, but its meaning falls on the ears of children, and it is indeed a pampering voice.

How could the child listen to Han Xian's persuasion, but the frolic and writhing were even greater.

Anyway, although the person is already old, and although his legs and feet are shaking even more, Han Xian still didn't, letting this body fall, but the strong breathing drove the asthma as if he was going to pull out the whole heart and lungs.

"Ahem.... ”

Han Xian couldn't help but stop, and the violent cough immediately surged, and in the dim sunlight, the spine that had once stood up to the sky and the earth bent more and more with the violent cough.

In the past, the death and suffering did not convince Han Xian's backbone, but now, the weight of a child makes it overwhelmed.

Once again, he said stupidly: "Are you really old?"

"Grandpa, go quickly, don't be lazy, I'm going to starve to death." The milky breath blew on Han Xian's neck, and he was already writhing all over.

He was hungry, and Han Xian himself was not hungry.

The footsteps trembled and lifted again, but this pause, in exchange for not the relief of strength, but brought more heaviness.

This is not a light child on his back, it is a thousand pounds, and it is a mountain of ten thousand pounds.

This backbone is bent for him, but the stubbornness in his bones is not completely rotten because of old age, so he moves forward.

The person who laid out all this must have seen it, a sneer floated on Zuo Mu's face, and he said softly: "I really didn't read it wrong, this soul is one in a million, and it is all old like this, and it doesn't want to die." ”

"Hehe, old man Han Xian, how long can you live, let it go. Zuo Mu smiled.

The dim sunlight stretched Han Xian's rickety figure longer and longer, and Han Xian didn't dare to rest at this moment, for fear that he would stop in exchange for a heavier burden.

It's footsteps moving forward, and it's more like coughing forward.

Every time Han Xian lifted his footsteps, his thick breath frightened the withered blood in his chest, and his head woke up in a drowsy and stinging pain, and when his steps fell, his throat seemed to be coughed up, and the pain in his head spread to his spine.

The child was not on his back, but more like a heavy load on the back of a pack horse.

Han first listened to the sound of his heavy breathing, and even more listened to the happy laughter and singing of the children on his back, and walked forward step by step.

Maybe at this moment, Han Xian really hopes that his ears can age like blood, so that he can not hear the sound of breathing, and he can not hear the sound of children happily urging home.

The sound of breathing can be blurred, but the urging sound is indeed in the ears, and it is even more heartfelt.

Han Xian was spurred by him, and kept moving forward, and at this time, his legs could no longer support Han Xian's body, he was already on all fours, struggling to support, crawling forward, and his proud backbone finally became the back of a pack horse, but at this moment, all four hooves could not bear the weight on his back.

The urging continues, is Han Xian still climbing?

Of course, Han Xian is still climbing, so I don't know if the stubbornness of the old bones has not been exhausted?

He still didn't stop.

The palm of his hand had been pierced by sharp stones, but the child's voice had anesthetized Han Xian's nerves and made him feel no pain, and he was still groping for pain and anesthesia in the sharpness of the ground, and the blood marks of the Dao Dao were blurred as he advanced.

His knees had been shattered by rubble, but the child's voice made Han Xian's joints only know the endless labor, still looking for the residual warmth of blood in the shattering of the ground.

The hand explores the direction of the way, and the blood stains become the direction of the knee.

Are the children still urging?

He stopped, he was gone, when did he stop, when did he disappear.

Of course, Han Xian, who was crawling on the ground, didn't know, and at this moment, for the deputy backbone, even a straw was very heavy, not to mention that the drowsy Han Xian often felt the child's writhing figure on his back, and the urging to go home often sounded in his ears.

Although the child really left, Han Xian really couldn't really stop.

It's just that the spur has been replaced by the phantom and phantom sound in his heart, and those cloudy eyes must not be able to take Han Xian out of the Gobi Land, and just Liang's bloody hands also explore the direction of the house, and the knees just follow sadly.

Zuo Mu waited for a long time, saw his spine bend and fall, saw the child disappear, and saw two blood marks blurred and endless, but he just didn't see Han Xian close his cloudy eyes.

The smile on his face that was not happy undoubtedly came from Han Xian's long wait, which made Zuo Mu very mindful, and sighed in his heart: "What kind of soul is this, I haven't given up yet." ”

The color of resentment had risen on Zuo Mu's face, and he said in a low voice: "Since, hehe, you are not dead yet, then I am giving you a ride." ”

With a slight lift of his hand, a blood-colored silk thread floated leisurely out of his hand and fell into the death light that imprisoned Han Xian.

The sunlight has always been dim, although Han Xianyi can't feel its color at this time, but the warmth that falls on his body is indeed different.

The warmth seems to be milder, but it is also more immersive.

The cloudy eyes were already confused, and there was no urging to go home in the ears, and he was alone in this dim and sunny world, his fleshy palms had given up exploration, and his knees were unwilling to follow, and the pack horse was falling down one by one.

"Poof~~"

The Gobi hard stone sounded gently, Han Xian's back was completely attached to it, and the gentle sunlight gently sprinkled on his face, making him forget the pain in his palms and knees, and even more so that he forgot the fatigue of his whole body, more like forgetting his life together.

Tears floated in the corners of his eyes, and those cloudy eyes saw his soft smiling face in the bright yellow sunshine, he was beckoning, he was calling to himself.

His eyes must be really tired, closed in a minute, and the surroundings began to dim slowly, and only the only bright yellow in the air still glowed with a little color.

The resentment on Zuo Mu's face disappeared and dissipated as Han Xian's body was completely close to the ground, and his smile floated happily as those eyes closed one by one, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, "I thought that your soul purity would lead you out of the world of sacrifice, hehe, it seems that I still overestimated you, won't all this be mine in the end?"

This old man, this old Han Xian, has ever felt the familiarity of the land behind him, and the familiarity in his memory has really floated? This is still the soil of other sides, and it is still the shadow of a dream, but the people who are immersed in it at this moment really do not realize that this is just a dream, let alone perceive the coldness of the soil.

Those eyes were tired, but just when the exhaustion was about to be completely closed, she did find a beautiful face from the only dim sun, slightly dark skin She was young, at least compared to her own aging, and her smile was her real familiarity, and she was the only one who would not be a burden to herself, even the exhaustion softened with her smile: "Hehe, first, go home." ”

The sun sank into the mountains, and Han Xian's eyes closed completely.

How beautiful her smiling face is in the dream, her voice is truly sweet, and her reliance on the house is truly full of tenderness.

She was smiling at herself, her voice was the real urging, she was the one who really let herself go home.

She was waiting for herself to come back, and it turned out that she had climbed in the wrong direction with her efforts.

"Mother~"

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