"He's not coming!"

This voice must be even more firm, but there is indeed some expectation in the eyes of the person who said this. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hehe, do you want me to die, or do you want you to die yourself?"

This sound was a mockery of the fool in that game, but after laughing, I found that I was also a person in the game, and she was much luckier than herself.

"I really envy you, he's here. There was too much envy in this taunt.

The veil covered her face, making it impossible to see her expression clearly, she wanted to be calm and cold, but those eyes mixed with confusion in expectation did betray her deeply.

"Qin Mu Rongruo, do you regret it now?"

Regret it?

At this moment, even if the black veil is deep, she can't hide the sadness on her face, why did she pull him into the game, why did she call out his name at the last moment?

How small you are, how clever you are.

"Yin Holy Lord, do I have this qualification?"

Qin Murongruo's arm trembled and uncovered the black veil that covered his face, a pair of eyes full of sorrow, and a hideous knife mark stared at the face of the beautiful woman in front of him.

Ghosts will be afraid of their own appearance, let alone people.

For him, for Han Xian, his heart has long been filled with his shadow, but when he thinks of him, his hideous face will break into the bottom of his heart.

For this face, I was afraid, and for that person, I was afraid that he was close.

Although the black veil covering her face is magical, how can she hide the eyes of the saint, the sadness of Qin Mu Rongruo's face has long been taken into her heart, and the slender fingers of the sound saint master gently stroked the knife marks on Qin Mu Rongruo's face.

"Hey, the knife marks are so devouring that this face is difficult to repair and even ascend to the sky. ”

was already a devastated and stormy person, and at this moment, the words of the Holy Lord of Yin pushed Qin Mu Rongruo's inferiority complex into a deeper cold abyss.

"Are you afraid, has he ever been afraid?"

Was he afraid?

At this moment, Han Xianke was afraid?

In the dark tomb, her own eyes were looking, looking at Qin Mu Rongruo's shallow smile, how beautiful her smile was, even if the knife marks were hideous, she couldn't destroy the beauty of this face.

For her, he can fight to the death.

But today I was really tired when I was lying in the grave, because I was sleepy, I closed my tired eyes, and because I was sleepy, I wanted to forget the beautiful smile in my heart for a while.

Han Xian, who was lying in his self-dug grave, must have thought about waking up, and when he woke up, he would smile again and stare at the face of the beauty in his heart.

Han Xian, whose eyes were blurred and his heart was dim, just wanted to take a short rest, just to rest for a while.

"First, save me. ”

I wanted to close my eyes because I was sleepy, but when Han Xian closed my eyes, I really found that the face of the beautiful woman in my mind was a little blurry, but I could really feel the strange look of tears on my face.

'She cried'

Rest?

Maybe he will be quiet in this darkness and never wake up, but Qin Murong will definitely be separated from his body and soul in this rest.

"First, save me, save me~~. ”

The darkness in his mind was full of Qin Mu Rongruo's Chu Chu Keling, the trapped person was waiting for Han Xian to save him, and at this moment, the Chu Chu Keling shadow in Han Xian's mind was not saving Han Xian's own life.

Fallen, buried in the grave, will this only be temporary?

When one's world has become a fixed black, then there will never be a trace of superfluous color, and if the person dies, he will never be able to live.

"Stand up, stand up. ”

In the dream, Han first shouted for this tired body, and this body really did it, but the sad thing was that instead of standing on his feet and a tough back, he knelt on the ground with a pair of knees.

Will it be humiliating?

For a man who is determined to stand up to the sky, of course this is true, but now Han Xian, who is kneeling on the ground, has only one thought in his heart, to empty this mountain, to empty this mountain range, as for the other people who are deep in the tired darkness, they do not think of it.

This mountain blocks its own footsteps.

This mountain blocked his pursuit of her.

Come on, empty it, is the arm broken, and the bloodstained fingers are weak, but this powerlessness is indeed driven by the only thought in Han Xian's dream.

How much did your hands touch the cold mud, how much did you hold them, and how much did they put them down at your sides?

For this mountain tomb, even Han Xian is a small person, not to mention a little mud he picked up, Han Xian, who is ridiculous, his eyes are closed, he didn't see it, and Han Xian, who was prostrate on the ground, didn't care, because the dark people in the dream knew that although this was a slight low, it could be regarded as a advance.

What could I ask for?

"Hehe, do you want to see him? The Sound Saint Lord said with a calm expression.

"I don't want to. ”

Tears had already spread in the corners of Qin Mu Rongruo's eyes, and her heart really didn't want to touch Han Xian's figure, but the question of the Sound Holy Lord was just a boring sentence, and it didn't mean to let Qin Mu Rongruo choose.

"Uh. ”

Who was that man, why was that man on his knees, why was that man covered in blood, why was that man trembling his fingers digging forward, why?

"What is he doing?"

Qin Mu Rongruo's tears fell loudly, but her words were indeed so weak that they could not be heard.

"Hehe, I told him that if he moved this mountain away, he would find you. "How happy this laughter is, and this voice is even more cold to the bone.

"Ah, he's going to die. ”

Qin Murong roared in his mouth, and his body pounced on the Sound Holy Lord like a powerful ghost, intending to bite the throat of this evil ghost with his own teeth.

"Haha, everyone is going to die, wouldn't it be better to die on the way to pursue your beloved. ”

The sound saint lord let out a long laugh in his mouth, and with a slight swing of his arm, Qin Murong, who was in the air, rolled and fell to the ground, there is no doubt that the gap between them is not something that can be calculated.

When he fell to the ground, Qin Murongruo immediately bounced up from the ground, but this time it was really not to bite his throat, but to kneel on the ground like Han Xian, and slam his head on the ground.

"Bang. ”

Tears burst into chaos: "Holy Lord, let him go, I don't want the last strings." ”

The sound of tears falling to the ground, the sound of the head knocking on the ground, and the sound of people throwing the ground sadly, this saint heard it, but she was as cold and ruthless as if she hadn't heard it, and said with a light smile: "The test has begun, there is no possibility of stopping, unless he comes to see you alive, if it is death, it should be the end he deserves to die with regret." ”

"Haha, if it's what you want, the last string will be given to you. ”

Qin Murong couldn't hear the kindness of the Holy Lord of Yin, let alone be grateful to Dai De, the person who was paralyzed on the ground at this moment had been knocked down by her cold and ruthless.

"Hmph, for love, those who are not determined should be killed. ”

The eyes of the Sound Saint Lord were as ruthless as sinking ice, and they still fell on Han Xian's body, but the person they saw with these eyes would still be Han Xian?

The psychedelic mist in her eyes must have taken her far, far away.

There are a lot of infatuation in the world, but there are indeed a lot of ruthlessness, and the people who have been hurt in it are full of hatred, and they can't see the joy of others, let alone the love of others.

Han Xian, who was kneeling, didn't know how long he had been kneeling, and the palm of the two-way front digging had already been numb, and he was glad that Han Xian would not wake up because of the pain of ten fingers being broken and rotten.

How high the mountain is, those who close their eyes do not know.

I thought to myself, it must be very high, so my knees were still on the ground, and the bones of my arms were still mechanically grinding against the hard earth and stone forward.

"Hehe, if you can be like him, I can't be so hard-hearted, I don't need you to smooth out the mountains for me, as long as you ask me, the ends of the earth swear to die, but you just don't want to, even if I beg you, I still can't leave a footstep for me. ”

"Yu, where are you, are you okay?"

A person who hates a lot is an amorous species, and the face of the Sound Saint Lord was full of decadence, and he said coldly: "Help him." ”

"Obey the decree of the Holy Lord. ”

The mountain that was coldly looking at everything on the high mountains and hills suddenly let out a long breath, and a smile immediately appeared on his face, glanced at Han Xian, and said in a low voice: "Hehe, boy, you won." ”

The one who won is still kneeling here in a godless and numb manner.

Shanling's right hand stretched out, his five fingers bluffed, and he pressed it slightly in the void, and the majestic mountains under his eyes were all shattered into snowflakes like paper paste, and faded into cyan light spots around Han Xian's broken body.

Han Xian's smoothed palms quickly re-solidified under the touch of Qingguang, and the injuries on his body had been diluted and cleaned, but the hands of these newborn people were still mechanically digging forward again and again.

But this time there was no mud to pick up, no stones to hold, and they were all gone.

Needless to be reminded of the disappearance in front of him, the man who was numb and silent in the darkness of his dreams noticed that this mechanical excavation was merely a test for verification, with nothing to touch in front of his arms and a flat ground under his feet.

Did it.

Han Xian's eyes that had been wrapped in darkness for too long were slowly opening, seeing, seeing that the towering mountains had become flat, did these things do it by himself, didn't he really dare to believe it?

But it's really just what you do.

There are no tombs in the mountains

Han Xianzai affirmed his own success with a light smile, and his mouth was stupid: "Rong Ruo, have you seen it?"