Who is that gun waiting for, since the kneeling man in front of him is not the person he is waiting for, then who will be his master, is Han Xian, who used to adapt to his temperature, dead?

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Did the person who buried his head in the soil hear, although Han Xian's eyes couldn't catch the slightest bit of light at the moment, but those ears were indeed extremely sensitive.

The whirring sound seemed to be a kind of mourning.

It must be the spear blaming, blaming the former for the ruthless abandonment.

The wind was fierce again, and Han Feng was even more hysterical, the blaming voice completely occupied Han Xian's heart, how remorseful he was, why did he throw him out without hesitation at that time.

A chance to choose again first

Of course not, if you are resentful of the man behind you, if it weren't for him, how proud you would be.

But it was because of saving him that he abandoned his most important partner, and now he appeared in front of that partner and became a complete stranger.

It was impossible to understand whether it was the darkness in the heart that abandoned Han Feng, or whether Han Feng sent Han Xian into the black.

If there is still an if, will Han Xian still choose to abandon it?

After all, no matter how arrogant you are, it's just a piece of iron.

Wu Jitang stood silently, breathing slowly in the world of the wind, everything that happened in front of him seemed to be quietly forgotten, he must be looking for a special smell in the wind, and his expression was so obsessed.

The face of the glory re-decorated is really different, the former brilliance has returned to this person, the cold ice in the bottom of his heart has been completely broken by Han Xian's determination, and the edge that he has hidden for a long time seems to be about to come out of his body, and he is teaching the length and weakness of the unruly wind.

Does Wu Jitang know about his own state, of course, does he know the glory that appeared on his face, of course, shouldn't he be more sad at this moment?

It's not his fault, because the qi hidden in the corner of his heart is fully awakened, every inch of his pores is breathing happily, he is really grateful to the person in front of him, if it weren't for Han Xian's touch, he is still wandering in the shadow of his heart, how can he have the opportunity to carefully feel every gain and loss of this battle, how can he make his cultivation go further.

If Han Xian knew that such a thing would be even more heartbroken, others had made greater progress because of this war, and he himself had been beaten back to his original form since then.

His eyes opened, but did he think of a way to make up for Han Xian?

With Wu Jitang's current realm, how could he think of a way to repair the origin, and he was also a person like Han Xian, whose origin was completely withered.

That's what alarmed this man who was comfortable in the wind.

The slight sound of footsteps came to Wu Jitang's side.

Wu Jitang's eyes were full of surprise, why did the eldest brother Guan Hanning have so many gray hairs on his head, the traces of time, the years were too ruthless, why was there a person who was tormented back and forth.

Guan Hanning looked at Han Xian on the ground, and sighed in his heart: "If this is not a bad thing, maybe I did a wrong thing in the first place, if I didn't bring Han Xian to Shangwu, then this person must be very happy." ”

In fact, Guan Hanning thought about it completely, because if Han Xian didn't appear in Wuxiang, then he might appear in any of Chu Yue's army, maybe at this time, his bones would be torn apart by the cold wind.

As soon as Wu Jitang wanted to say something, Guan Hanning shook his head to stop it. Obviously, he didn't want to disturb this sad man alone.

Is the sun not warm enough, this person still needs to curl his body like this to keep warm, or if there is really something in the soil that Han Xian is desperate for, the head will be stuck in the soil.

It seems that Han Xianzhen feels that he is about to die, but he is digging the grave, so selfless, does he know the appearance of the person behind him?

, that person, everything in reality is too slight, and the world hidden in the inner corner rises again, trying to support the dark world.

It was still that cloudy place, and Han Xian stood under the tree and watched quietly. Under the tree, the world is alone, and now Han Xian also longs to be alone like this.

The sun shined on Han Xian's face through the shade of the tree, and his hand was raised involuntarily, you don't seem to be any different, even if you hold that proud cold front, what can you do, nothing has changed in the world of trees, that hand is like in Yunjiaao, forever stained with dirt, and that heart feels cheered because of the sound of sharp arrows cutting through the air.

The hand was slowly put down, a little spot of light sprinkled on the face again, the calm breath sounded, and the eyes were closed tiredly, would such a loss be very comfortable?

Laughing, isn't the boy who was once pregnant with a treasure and a sharp arrow dead?

The eyes slowly opened, the leaves of the wind blowing, and the back of the once stepping into the wet land appeared in the haze of the leaves.

The man in the shadow of the tree slowly turned around, looked at the stunned man with a smile, his mouth squirmed slightly, and he stepped into the jungle again with determination.

That slight sound can only be heard by the person who has a heart.

"Han Xian, am I excellent?"

The demented person instinctively clicked his head, and the person in the shade of the tree, as if sensing Han Xian's affirmation, disappeared with the wind and stepped on the leaves.

Nan Nan fluttered in the wind: "He's gone, I should go too." ”

The person who was hiding in the wind was awakened by the movement in front of him, Wu Jitang and Guan Hanning both opened their eyes, and the person who was kneeling on the ground stood up straight at some point.

Has the stubborn backbone ever been bent, it must not have been, how could this person's stubbornness be succumbed to cold arrogance, those eyes must have been rested enough, otherwise it would not be so clear and transparent, such a person has ever cried, that person must have heard it wrong, it must have been mistaken for crying.

The Han Feng in front of him is still so arrogant, he is still so disdainful of Han Xian's lies, what if he stands up straight, he still can't reach my height.

That smiling face must have come from a dream, because the hazy sleepiness on that face was too obvious.

Han Xian could find the breath around him, he must have found it, his hands slowly propped up the blue sky, twisted his waist, stretched his waist as if no one else was there, and shouted comfortably.

Han Xian must have slept for a long time, otherwise how could he be so full of energy, otherwise how could there be such a smile embellishment.

Wu Jitang and Guan Hanning looked at each other and smiled lightly, it seems that their worries are still a little superfluous, the deep mountains they have stayed in must have given this person a different soul.

Han Xian's lazy waist trembled slightly, his brain must have remembered something, and he kept shouting in his heart: "This time it's a big shame, Angkor will definitely change his method to ridicule himself." ”

Hey, sighed, the person who lost it had to face it himself, tried hard to make the smile redecorate his cheeks, turned around with a smile, and the smile immediately couldn't be contained, because he found that Guan Hanning was also there, and the person was also dyed with a layer of strange white hair.

Guan Hanning looked at Han Xian's bitter gourd face, let go of his former seriousness, and smiled lightly: "Brother Han, woke up?"

Asking Han Xian like this, how could he not blush, Feixia nodded numbly, and how could Wu Jitang on the side still hold back his smile, and he almost burst into laughter.

If he could, he would definitely rush up and knock the person who took care of too much to death, but He Nai didn't have the courage himself, because Guan Hanning's white hair made this lazy person even more timid.

Let him laugh, Han Xian has to break this weirdness: "Big brother, your hair?"

Guan Hanning must not have looked in the mirror, so he didn't care about the color of his hair, he smiled lightly, and he didn't speak, and Wu Jitang on the side would not simply let go of such a happy opportunity: "Big brother thinks this will be more handsome." After saying that, he couldn't stop laughing.

is more handsome, Han Xianya smiled sincerely, it is indeed more handsome. And Guan Hanning seemed to agree with this explanation, and laughed along.

Only in this kind of joy, no one will think about the sadness in the dream, and no one will want to mention it.

The wind had not stopped, Han Xian looked at Guan Hanning and said softly, "Big brother, I want to drink." ”

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