Is it really nothing out of the ordinary?

Of course, those excited eyes couldn't see the abnormality in it, but he did exist, and the original Dao leaf was new green, just like the leaf of birth, natural and quiet and peaceful. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now the five Dao leaves are not isolated alone, they are the growth of bud packs, and the blood-colored Dao leaves on the stem grow silently, but the leaves are not blood-colored, but the blood-colored veins on the green leaves run through it.

If it's just that, then what's so abnormal, the Tao is different, it completely varies from person to person.

But didn't Han Xian feel a palpitation from the top of that pole?

It's like a flood beast hidden in it, it may rush out at any time and crush all Han Xian's hopes, and this Han Xian's eyes can't be discovered, not only because of excitement, but also because of the limitations of his vision.

I don't understand, in Han Xian's opinion, it is natural.

That trace of concealment has no real outbreak, who can say that he is a hidden danger, who can say that it is not the obscurity of Weili.

Han Xian was still in the excitement of the origin, but the world where the body was located was not a person's world, and that Zen monk had been waiting for a long time?

A Zen monk looked at Han Xian, who was smiling, and said with a light smile, "Donor, are you awake?"

How can this level of calling wake up Han Xian, who was caught in a deep excitement, a Zen monk shook his head slightly, laughed at himself and thought, 'I was much more excited than him back then', anyone can see how lonely that smile is, sighing: "But please don't go astray like me,"

"Donor, wake up!" This will not only be the effort of the mouth, but also the blessing of the Dao power.

The sound was like silk not only turned into Han Xian's ears, but also flowed along the blood into the atrium, and the person who sank into the excitement was obviously startled by the sudden sound.

The excitement in Han Xian's eyes had not completely dissipated, and the godless eyes that had been slapped had already bloomed, and he said urgently: "Brother, you are also here!"

The corners of a Zen monk's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Donor, you still call me a monk." ”

Han Xian was already easy-going, his head was a little sharper, and he said happily: "Grandpa monk, you are also here!" Fortunately, Han Xian's sober brain made Han Xian remember to be polite.

A Zen monk smiled, although it still sounded very disobedient, but it was much better than 'brother', and then asked with concern: "Is there anything uncomfortable about the donor." ”

Uncomfortable, the current Han Xian has never been so comfortable, so comfortable that he even forgot the red and swollen palm prints on his face, shook his head slightly, and the mood at the moment was indescribable.

Of course, a Zen monk was unwilling, and asked with concern, "Isn't there anything abnormal?"

Anomaly, I'll tell you, the change in origin?

Guan Hanning's words, Han Xian always remembered the bottom of his heart, shook his head violently, and said, "Nothing abnormal!"

A strange look appeared on Yizen's face, if Yizen monk was willing, everything in Han Xian would have no secret at all, but the smile quickly relieved his cheeks, and the smile re-decorated his cheeks: "Amitabha, the monks are confused." ”

How could Han Xian think of the throbbing of a Zen monk crawling in the bottom of his heart, and still looked at a Zen monk with a smile on his face.

But soon the Zen monk remembered something, there was no trace of contempt in his eyes, and he said to Han Xian in a serious tone: "Donor, no matter who asks you about your origin in the future, you must not reveal the secrets. ”

Han Xian had already kept this instruction in his heart, nodded violently, and looked at a Zen monk with a firm face,

Must still not be at ease, a Zen monk took the dim yellow talisman from his arms, handed him to Han Xian and said, "Donor, you can put this thing away, it can help you avoid some unnecessary trouble." ”

Han Xian saw that a Zen monk was so solemn, and he didn't shirk it, and put him in his arms and put it away cautiously.

This is already the last effort for a Zen monk, everything he can do in the future is too little, the only hope is not to set foot on his own path.

"Donor, you have a good rest, I won't bother you. ”

Han Xian looked at the back of a Zen monk and felt a sense of relief, as if the talisman was given to him, as if he had handed over a thousand catties of burden.

The dough twitched slightly, do you still need to rest?

The feeling of being full of energy is about to explode from my chest, and I have the idea of rushing to the battlefield to fight the enemy.

But it is too far away, and it is destined to catch up with the bloody wind and rain there.

"Knock~"

The melodious bell seemed to float far away, making Han Xian's originally restless heart feel calm, and a sense of peace appeared on his face, how could this bed still keep Han Xian, jumped out of bed and walked towards the door.

It turns out that there are not only melodious voices in this world, but also great sunshine, and the sunshine pours on the body to dissipate all the pain and pain in this time.

The eyes are slowly closed, let the sun caress them, the mountain breeze gently brushes the cheeks, and the melodious bells cleanse the soul again and again.

That heart once again drifted to a distant place, 'Yun Jiaao, I will definitely come back.' ’

There must be no sad cry in the place where you greet you, only tears of joy, but where does the sorrow that breaks into your heart with the wind and the bell come from?

When I opened my eyes, I saw a quiet and peaceful world full of sunshine, but the sorrow that drifted into my heart did not stop there.

Find him?

Maybe not, but Han Xian's feet had already begun to move, and it didn't take much effort to know where the cry was.

Han Xian's excited eyes successfully saw Qin Mu Rongruo, who was hiding in a dark corner, she seemed to be extremely cold, her body squatting on the ground was trembling slightly, and the low cry was not from her, but from whom.

Han Xian was not a fool, and with a little bit of brain, he knew the reason why she was crying, because he had witnessed the collapse of the Qin Mu clan at that time.

Standing in the sun, would he dare to comfort the man who was in the dark?

The once stubborn legs didn't dare to move, and their hands didn't dare to push open the door and put the sunlight into the darkness that Qin Murongruo was in, so he could only watch uselessly with his eyes open.

Those who hide in the lonely world must have noticed the shadow standing in front of the door, and the head was gently raised.

Those eyes saw her!

And she seemed to see herself from Han Xian's eyes, her gray self, her broken face, Han Xian's hand raised to touch the pain on her face.

Qin Mu Rongruo is the same, the blood on the face of the mountain can not be erased, that deep scar is like a thought of the past into the flesh and heart.

For some reason, a smile appeared on Han Xian's face little by little.

And Qin Murongruo, who was trying her best to find herself in Han Xian's eyes, must have seen it, but this time what she saw was not ridicule, it was a kind of sadness, the tears had already dried up, and the blood came out of the frame again.

The figure at the door also disappeared, Qin Mu Rongruo's head was buried deep under her knees, there would be no one else in her world, and the once lively world had abandoned her ruthlessly.

"Squeak!"

The door of the Araku was pushed open, and the warm sunlight rushed into the world like a fighter.

The man huddled in the corner opened his eyes blurred with blood and tears, and saw the figure in front of the door blurred by the sunlight.

Han Xian, who was holding a spear in his hand, was still so majestic, his footsteps were gently raised, and he walked step by step towards the corner where the sun could not reach.

Was Qin Mu Rongruo's gaze attracted by Han Feng, or by Han Xian's gradually clear face, or by the red palm print on that face?

Because she remembered the time.

There was a living person in the lonely corner, and it turned out that it was not the cold in this corner that made Qin Mu Rongruo's body tremble, but the lonely coldness exuded by Qin Mu Rongruo's body that made this corner and Han Xian who came to this corner tremble.

Do you not want others to see your face?

Qin Mu Rongruo's head was buried in his knees again, but his knees couldn't hide the heartbreaking cry.

She is a lonely person, and Han Xian is also a lonely person, but his tears did not flow out of his eyes, and the cold corners froze Han Xian's mouth.

In fact, his mouth didn't know what to say.

"!! Sonor"

A sound finally sounded in the cold corner, and the eyes that were hiding under his knees were also startled, and his eyes blurred with blood and tears must not be able to see Han Xian's face, let alone the dark red cold front inserted in front of him.

"He's got it for you!"

Why didn't he hesitate for half a minute, wasn't that the spear Han Feng that Han Xian had been crazy for, why was he abandoned so easily.

In the blurred shadow, it was also clear, the face and the sharp eyes were seen clearly, and the heart was more firmly remembered.

I must not dare to stay in this lonely world for longer, the heartbreaking cry has already sounded, Han Xian slowly retreated, and slowly retreated into the sun.

"Qin Mu Rongruo!"

Standing in the sunlight in front of the door, his body trembled slightly, and he stood in a daze: "My name is Han Xian." ”

Even if the sunlight really turned into a fighter, it still couldn't shine into Qin Mu Rongruo's heart, but some names made a little more nick in the lonely heart.

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