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All this seems to have happened in a dream, he (she) and they all seem to be immersed in a dream and can't extricate themselves, and I am the only one, and only I, Han Xian, am awake.

In that dream, I was a bystander, and I saw that person named Han Xian and that beautiful, gentle, and intimate Qin Murong acquaintance, love, and companionship.

He or she laughed, and so did himself, the spectator who was silently watching.

But still in this dream, he is still a bystander, but in this beautiful dream, it does rain frost and black snow, and the people in it are still confidant, beautiful, and gentle, but the person named Han Xian is indeed trembling in this black snow, and gradually sinking into the quagmire.

She cried.

He was numb.

As a bystander, he also felt cold to the bone with Han Xian's numbness, and the dream was still a dream, but he was not a bystander, but an insider.

"Hehe~~. ”

There are people with hazy tears, and of course there are no fewer people with red smiles on their faces.

All this is really in line with Ya Gongzi's heart, those who think they are proud are all trampled on the soles of their feet, and now they have become synonymous with the majesty of heaven.

The man at his feet was crawling in the mire awaiting judgment.

The 'death penalty' has long been set, and the slowly progressive sword is undoubtedly resolutely carrying out the sentence.

Why should a pair of eyes pay attention to the location of the execution sword, it must be on Han Xian's throat, at this moment, it pierced Han Xian's skin, and he even sensed the temperature of blood from it.

Although his blood was hot, but under his own careful torture, his heart was probably already cold.

Ya Gongzi's eyes were indeed firmly fixed on Rong Ruowu's dull face, his heart was twisted to a little strange, he liked her grief-stricken appearance too much, and his heart seemed to be roaring: 'Please, kneel down and beg me to forgive him, so that the sword in my hand can be more righteous and more majestic.' ’

Yakomi, who sneered in his heart, is really crazy

Is it really as he thought, is Han Xian's heart cold?

Soon!

But a pair of eyes did fall on Rong Ruo's face, not wanting to let go of any trace of color, even if it was to blame, but at this moment, Rong Ruo was really just tearful eyes decorating this face's godless dimness.

What was she thinking?

Han Xian couldn't guess it, this guess was really redundant at the moment, because he himself was dying, if he had the heart, when he got the Netherworld, he could ask the Hades King Ghost King to understand.

"Hehe~~. ”

Can Rong Ruo really be godless at this moment?

Could it be that the hazy tears on those eyes had covered everything, didn't she see that the long sword that pierced Han Xian's throat was depriving him of his life every minute?

She must have seen it.

But she also saw the hatred, and saw the pain of the clansmen in the ashes, because their sorrow and screams were crazy again and again in their hearts, so these eyes chose to watch Han Xian die.

For that love, the mouth has been silent.

For that love, the hand has completely given up.

In the end, this time, all the shadows of Han Xian in Rong Ruo's heart were suppressed by hatred, although they had not been completely abandoned, they were also completely sealed in the subtle corners of their hearts.

Will there be a time to see the light of day again?

People are dead, what is the use of it seeing the light of day, if it really remembers Han Xian's face one night, it is only to laugh at his own ruthlessness, and torture his undying love for him.

It's always boring when no one applauds, and the boredom that lingers on Yakomi's face is receding minute by minute.

At the end of the play, it didn't play a mocking role in keeping Han Xian's life alive at the moment, so it was better to incorporate that ghost supplement into himself as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Yakoki's face was full of longing.

And in this longing, there is indeed a trace of urgency, and there is a trace of panic in the urgency.

What are you afraid of, what are you panicking about?

I'm afraid that after I get this ghost supplement, I won't even pay attention to the sky, and I am afraid that after I get this ghost supplement, I will be invincible in the world from now on, and I can only be lonely for a lifetime.

This is the real stupid dream.

If you haven't actually got your hands on something, you can't easily imagine that you already have it, and God knows if this will be the beginning of mockery.

What's more, it's still a hypocritical villain, although the sky here is hazy, but the eyes of heaven can see through everything, and his accumulated crimes have long been exhausted.

Yagongzi was anxious, and he was anxious to want Han Xian's life.

The heart had given up on the slow advance of the sword, and the heart was ready to stab hard and cut the head off.

I naively saw it, and this moment is indeed the manifestation of the Buddha.

"Amitabha!"

Abruptly, weirdly, just as Ya Gongzi's heart was about to send the long sword into Han Xian's throat, a Buddha horn echoed in this Yiyang resentment.

This Buddha seems to have been hidden for a long time, and this Buddha name is more like it came from afar.

People who are prepared are actually stupid.

I was too afraid of the Buddha.

This Buddha horn instantly magnified the hidden demons in Yagongzi's heart, and it was here that day that he knelt down in front of the Buddha, threw himself to the ground, covered in mud, and crawled in the ruins like a reptilian humbly.

That's the real fear.

This humility has been carved into the backbone of Yakomi, and he is destined to remember it in his heart for the rest of his life.

In fear, the prepared sword actually collapsed directly into sand, and the long sword that pierced the skin of Han Xian's throat actually slipped mockingly under the humble influence of Yagongzi's bones.

"Bang dang~~. ”

This sound is so loud, this sound is so melodious.

The sound was so that the demon in Yagongzi's heart completely occupied the heart cavity, and the melodious cold in Han Xian's heart was shattered, and he felt the stinging pain in his neck and throat, and a pair finally found a trace of strangeness from that familiar face.

She was hating herself.

How dare to be looking, Han Xian hurriedly glanced away from his gaze, but when his gaze wandered and he dodged, he did find a miracle.

When did this melancholy and bitter sky have such a giant Buddha, his body that exudes a soft auspicious light seems to have purified this place into a holy and solemn place.

Han Xian saw it, and saw the love and harmony on the face of the 'Buddha'.

But Han Xian saw himself from the clear eyes of the Big Buddha, and saw that he was very humble and prostrate in the mud, why did this happen, did he really do something wrong?

This should be Han Xian's very devout analysis of seeking Buddha.

But the Buddha still had a kind face and didn't say anything, but Han Xian seemed to understand it.

How wrong is it for Yiyang City and the Qinmu clan themselves, he just witnessed the sorrow of this place, and he should not fall and kneel down for this sight.

Standing up, Han Xian's strength was still there, and his backbone had broken free from the shackles of the cold of the mud, so as to pick up his pride again to carry this Han Xian proudly again.

He should have been standing.

But there are people who should be on their knees.

Yakoki's eyes also fell on the face of the Great Buddha, but what he saw was not the Buddha's mercy and love, but the majesty and questioning of his own accumulated crimes.

The face forgot to be indispensable.

But the backbone does remember humility deeply.

Han Xian struggled and proudly stood up from the mud.

Yakomi shuddered and slipped his body out of the air in fear.

The giant Buddha manifested in the Yiyang sky is still there, and his compassionate and compassionate eyes are still influencing this world, and the Buddha should be a pure land, and any ghost and ghost must reveal his original deeds.

Han Xian saw in the Buddha's kind eyes the pride of his own backbone, and he saw that he was innocent.

In the majestic eyes of the Buddha, Yakomi saw the humility of his own backbone and the sins he had committed.

Han Xian should have stood proudly.

Yakomi should kneel humbly.

This backbone regained his uprightness, and Han Xian stood in front of the Buddha, his eyes were as majestic as a Buddha, and his eyes fell on Yagongzi's humble kneeling body.

Yakoki's head is still raised, still peeking into the eyes of the Buddha, and the hypocritical person must want to find out his own pickled trivialities.

But this time he saw his humble eyes that were indeed Han Xian's eyes, he was the real Buddha, and at this moment, he was judging himself for the Buddha, and his majestic eyes pierced into his heart like a knife, and only the luck in his heart was wiped out.

The head was lowered, and the body was shaking.

But even if Yagongzi lowered his head and eyes, this humble backbone still felt Han Xian and felt that the Buddha was judging him.

People are afraid, and Yakomi is a person who is afraid of death from beginning to end.

The trembling body is hanging down for a minute, and at this moment it is already five bodies to the ground.

But the frightened man still felt that the eyes were still there, he was still looking at himself, he had decided to kill himself, humility had squeezed everything away, this man deserved to be humble.

From kneeling, to throwing the five bodies to the ground, and now the whole body is completely attached to the ground.

How similar this time was to that moment, he went round and round and returned to his humble origins again, as before, his spine pulling this body to squirm like a reptile.

He was afraid of death, and he prayed in his heart: "The Buddha has mercy on the world, let alone himself, a humble ant, he will definitely let himself go, he will." ”

As he thought, the Heavenly Buddha watched him humbly crawl away from this world.

And now, how could Han Xian's gaze still fall on him, a pair of eyes were already full of tenderness, and even more full of grievances fell on Rong Ruo's face.

She is the most important thing to herself.