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When was the once unusually sensitive ear completely blocked by something?

The completely deaf ears are replaced by clear eyes, such a quiet world, will it be in a dream?

Is the blood flowing from the spear real?

The translucent eyes responded to the translucent brain, and the memory of the previous moment was not half blurred, and the moment the spear was taken off was so clear.

And why were those eyes so tormenting, when he was needed, he chose to escape and left Han Xian alone in a dark corner.

And when this person was accustomed to the loneliness of the dark, why was he brutally dragged out again, maybe that eye, that heart, wanted Han Xian to clearly know his masterpiece.

What a time to call for applause, and the blue eagle's furious cry was completely evaded by the fear of his ears, and the numb, cold eyes saw the man whose beard burned into flames.

But how loud the blue eagle shouted, Yiyang City trembled a little, their emperor was angry, and they were trembling and completely prostrate on the ground.

And how dare they peep at the burning face of the blue eagle, each beard is a wisp of flame, fluttering in the wind, he must think that anyone should be afraid.

Those translucent eyes, that translucent heart, think that they are wrong?

How could such a person fall into the dust, and the dark corners were not the place for him to stay.

The erect spine, the mighty hands, think you're doing something wrong?

Why did the spear target Wu Jitang, the spine didn't think about it, but it didn't mean that he was wrong, but he thought that he had done the right thing, so the spine didn't bend half a minute, and the hand didn't tremble because of the loss of strength.

And the eyes, the heart, the backbone, the hands, will they be afraid?

Laughing, the corners of Han Xian's face and mouth rose silently, even if the flames were really burning on his blue eagle face, Han Xian would not be afraid, not to mention that it was just a beard covering his face.

Blue Eagle, ridiculous man, does he want to press the man to the ground with just angry eyes?

Han Xian's sneer was definitely a loud slap in the face, and it was extremely powerful in his face, how painful it was, only his Blue Eagle really knew it.

How could those eyes still fill the anger of the blue eagle.

"Haha, boy, you dare to touch my things, you will definitely regret coming to this world. Violent laughter mixed with sound hit Han Xian's backbone, but the blue eagle still didn't give up.

It must be thought that if the noble king of Yiyang raises his hand to ravage the humble ants, it will be a thing that makes people laugh off their big teeth, and how can a person who is new to the great treasure be willing to trample on his prestige easily.

How can a person who is blinded into his own drum see the world clearly.

Old Man Lin, who was still standing still in the air, once again had disdain for the Blue Eagle on his face, and his eyes once again drifted to Han Xian.

For some reason, the disdain for Lan Ying in his eyes instantly turned into admiration for Han Xian, and in the face of Lan Ying's anger, the young man's brows didn't wrinkle for half a minute, but still sneered.

On the other hand, he Blue Eagle, he could hear the angry heart fighting the bottom line of his heart again and again, and that old face was about to distort because of anger.

Han Xian's eyes looked as if nothing had happened, but the hairy monkey was just roaring at himself with his teeth and claws, so why should he care.

Will Blue Eagle still endure it?

It's not his blue eagle in the forbearance, you must know that you have carried out momentum and mental oppression twice, but all this is like an egg hitting an iron plate, useless.

In fact, it is not useless, the blue eagle's egg hit Han Xian's iron plate, but it was not Han Xian who was dirty, but himself, no, the angry person forgot the dignity of the king, and the hands like chicken claws stretched out again, this time aiming at Han Xian on the ground.

Shocked?

Scared?

Trembling?

The wind blew gently, Han Xian's long hair was dancing, and Lan Ying could think that the person's immobility was the result of being stupid by himself, and this could only lie to himself, because those eyes that were as bright as the moon were like a flash of stupidity.

His eyes glanced at Wu Jitang, it was his trophy, which was full of his countless dreams, and it also contained the hope of the Lan clan to embark on the road to heaven, and now the gorgeous spear was quietly inserted into his chest, and blood was dripping down the barrel of the spear little by little.

The blood on it flowed as if it were Blue Eagle's own, wasn't that just the hope that was passing?

And all this stems from the smug beast below, the nails in his hands are already itchy, and he has already shouted tens of thousands of times in his heart to let Han Xian savor the pleasure of death.

The body moved forward minute by minute, and in Lan Ying's heart, he must have thought that his solid steps were like stepping on Han Xian's heart.

But he must be lying to himself again, did the person with a cold face take him in his eyes, and the angry ant could step on Han Xian's body by raising his legs?

It's ridiculous.

"Hehe, I knew that the choice of the heart could not be wrong. ”

What is he laughing at, the person who has been tortured is still Han Xian, it is clearly his Blue Eagle, and he laughed at the person who was close to him, and his anger broke out again: "Little thief, the old man must let you know how to write dead words." The withered hand once again glowed with a corrupt streamer, and this time it was indeed aimed at the poor Han Xian.

Fear, it occupied Old Man Lin's face in an instant, and his hands couldn't even hold the weapon, and the long sword let out a cry of pity and fell into the air.

The source of fear was the angry blue eagle, who smiled.

That's because Old Man Lin found that the sneer on Wu Jitang's face was put away, the sluggishness in his eyes disappeared without a trace, his mouth choked silently, and he shouted like a madman in his heart: "It's alive, it's alive." The words of the heart can be shouted by the mouth that is timid with fear.

His gaze didn't stay on Old Man Lin's old face for half a second, and Wu Jitang turned around with difficulty.

Old man Lin must have heard it, although it was subtle, but the sound of a silk thread breaking in the air was too special, and Wu Jitang's rotating body was more like being pulled by countless invisible silk threads.

The gaze did not linger on the flaming back of the blue eagle, and the smile kindly flickered as it fell on the gray face on the ground.

Han Xian must have heard the small sound of breaking free, otherwise that smiling face would not be so clear and transparent.

As for his blue eagle, the sound of the burning and cracking of the things he treasured in his arms could be heard.

This person who was spitting flames all over his body must have been extremely cold, otherwise he would not have shivered so much, and when did he do what he wanted to do on his body.

Wu Jitang didn t have any words, and he didn't even have the slightest breath, why did he have difficulty even standing on his blue eagle, how many times did the backbone of the sky and the earth be too stiff.

But an old man must have dignity, and although his legs were swaying like flames in the wind, he still wanted to turn around and be the last tenacious.

There is only one chance, and missing it is destined to be missed forever.

And this old man who has lived for so long really doesn't know this shallow Dao power, how close he is to success, only he stretches out his hands, everything is his own, even if those hands are trembling, it doesn't matter.

So close to yourself. Did that heart think that it was taking him into its arms, but the heart was taken in, and the hand did not do it, but because of the ridiculous anger in the eyes, it stretched it out to Han Xian, who was insignificant.

Blue Eagle's body was also difficult to rotate, whether his body was also bound by countless silk threads like Wu Jitang.

There was no sneer in his eyes, but a warm smile, but Lan Ying, could he think that it was a smile on himself?

The world itself has no smiling faces, and its eyes are gently closed, trying to isolate what wants to fill the entire eye socket.

Even if his eyes were closed, the whistling in the air did not stop for half a minute, and he should pay the price for his missed opportunity.

And the price is the end of life.

The spear cold front hurts through the heart, and the blue eagle's face is not too exposed, and the old man buries this body, and gorgeous light gushes out.

Han Xian's eyes looked at the gorgeous spear smeared with bright red that rushed towards him without blinking, wasn't he afraid, wasn't he afraid that he would be pierced through his body like a blue eagle?

Afraid?

Why is there still a warm smile on his face?

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