That thing must be able to draw a beautiful arc in the air, otherwise this person wouldn't be stunned!

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Han Xian covered his head with one hand and said something in his mouth that others couldn't understand.

Then Wu Jitang is really smart, does Han Xian's head have any hope of dodging?

Definitely not, what a big goal in Wu Jitang's eyes, it's all this hour, people who can still be sleepy-eyed, how should they not fight, if it weren't for his own appearance, it would not be impossible for this guy to sleep until noon. Fortunately, he didn't want to make fun of him today, otherwise he would have suffered.

Han Xian's mouth was vague, but he was thanking Wu Jitang for his kind reminder.

How could this lazy person have such an awareness, he had already been at the mercy of Wu Jitang in his heart.

This morning was unusually quiet, the sound of the token hitting the head was clear and thorough, and Wu Jitang's words were equally clear and transparent, and the pain freed Han Xian from the dream demon, and what about the words?

But it has the effect of initiation.

"The glory of living. "How energetic it sounds to hear, on a cool morning, Han Xian felt the blood in his chest roaring endlessly.

He had already held the object in his hand, and his expression was no different from holding a bowl of hot soup.

If it was a bowl of hot soup now, Han Xian would have been full of water a long time ago, and he would not have taken care of it so carefully, his eyes were shining as if he had seen money.

It seems to be quite cool, and he carefully weighed the weight in his hand, and whispered to himself: "It seems to be quite heavy." His eyes had long been drawn to the tiny patterns on both sides of the token.

I have said it a thousand times in my heart, how Han Xian, who has seen very little, explained the mystery and magic contained in it, but his eyes can clearly recognize the middle thing: "The middle one must be a star, otherwise who would be so domineering." "The eyes are all sure, can the heart not be in tune?

Although the eye is wise enough to make a discovery, the eye is not smart enough to guess what it is.

His fingers greedily stroked the patterns on it like eyes, his mouth kept squeaking, and his face smirked: "This is for me." ”

I must despise this look that I haven't seen the world before, how do you want to know what it's called?

Sure enough, it should be, Han Xian bounced up violently and jumped off the bed: "Starving, I'm here for the sun." "This person who has been hungry for two days, it is completely a hungry tiger going down the mountain, and there must be all kinds of meat waiting for Han Xian to gnaw on in front of him.

In fact, the momentum of this descent is more important to catch up with the seriously irresponsible person, you haven't told what this is called, it's called 'the glory of living', although it is very magnificent, but I dare not compliment it in my heart.

Is this man in a hurry dressed up?

Does he Han Xian care about this, even that face, that pair of teeth, is it neat when he runs, and he doesn't even bother to take care of that face, that pair of teeth.

Bang into the curtain, clutching the token tightly in his hand, is this person a thief?

Those eyes, looking nervously into the distance.

Oh, after a closer look, it turns out that he is looking for Wu Jitang's figure.

Will the person with his own desolate back be in the mood to wait for this unobtrusive existence?

I have long stood on that silent hillside and looked into the distance, there must be something that Wu Jitang misses in the distance filled with fog, otherwise those eyes would not be so obsessed, is it a person or a thing?

Wu Jitang must not want to say anyone.

At this time, Han Xian's eyes were also looking into the distance, and his eyes were sure that they must be looking at the buns that had just come out of the pot, because the Hadazi flowing at the corners of his mouth was too proud.

Fortunately, Han Xian's requirements have always been simple, and the focus of everything is to be full, for example, the Yunjiaao that has been buried in his heart for a long time, Han Xian can survive half to death with a meal of dried sweet potatoes, not to mention the steamed buns with big meat hidden in the middle of the steaming heat in front of him, it is necessary to eat more, this person's requirements are really simple, there is meat that is a good thing, but it is a little difficult to play today, because I don't know where to stuff it with a piece of cold iron in my hand.

Put it in your pocket, will it fall off, put it in your pocket, and the military uniform without a picture has a pocket for Han Xian, so the safest thing is to hold it tightly in your hand.

Because there is something hidden in my heart, I eat twice as fragrant in the eyes of others, and I eat even faster, five or six if it weren't for the rush to find Wu Jitang's shame, I would definitely be able to eat five or six, but how can I give up on my heart, and pack it when the time is tight, it's really a good idea.

Looking at the freshly baked buns, he grabbed them with one hand, and exclaimed: "Ah." "This must be painful, how hot is that?

Who can understand that this boy with a hard nature like iron, although his face is hot and grinning, but the hands must be iron, just as this hand also holds a token, not half of it is loose.

It can be seen that the strong Han Xian is not afraid of being hot, but afraid of hunger, because this boy is really hungry.

Where Wu Jitang is Han Xian must know, the fast-moving legs ran firmly towards the hillside where Wu Jitang was, his legs didn't stop, and of course he couldn't stop his mouth, Han Xian, who had finished eating the buns, shook his head: "Hey, I'm still a little hungry, and I'm going to run out of strength when I practice guns." ”

In the early morning, everyone likes to be quiet, and this person who is in a hurry is afraid to avoid it, so they all make way for Han Xian, and sure enough, Wu Jitang waited in that place for a long time.

The breeze stirred up this person's long wind, obviously this person who cared about his face very much, and he couldn't fix the messy beard on his face recently, so he let him attack the city wantonly.

Wu Jitang's brows gradually furrowed, because Han Xianren did not stop, and the voice came to detain the pass.

"Angkor. Those who got out of the way looked sideways, whose child is this, is there such a shout of dominance in public, this must be showing off in disguise.

Han Xian will take care of them, no one knows anyone, how hard it is to talk to you, three steps and two steps up the hill to Wu Jitang's body, just rushed up the momentum really has a bit of a meaning to find Wu Jitang.

"Hehe, Angkor is early. For those close to him, Han Xian can wantonly release his perverseness.

The eyes looking into the distance have long been closed, and the whole person is slowly relaxing.

Is Han Xian embarrassed to speak, you don't need to look at that face, you know that this person can't be disturbed, and he can't be disturbed, otherwise the consequences will have to be borne by two hundred percent, and his skin is not itchy.

Walk in the know, but in the heart?

"It's installed, the sun hasn't woken up yet, what are you doing in such a hurry, you're so impetuous. Others don't want to pay attention to it, what can Han Xian do, he can only play alone, fortunately, the token has not been studied thoroughly, and the light in this place is much better, so he once again sank down and looked carefully.

With great certainty, there is a star in the middle, and the smile on his face unconsciously appeared: "Hehe, the cyan star, it is really very special, the one below the star must be a cloud, the eyes are deeply attracted by the thin thread, and the mind seems to turn into a bird, playing in the vast clouds and mist." ”

Han Xian was still quiet in his dream, unaware of the people under the hillside to enter the silence.

Now only the wind, and only the wind can wake up the person next to him, the wind gently caresses the cheek, with its temperature to make the man with deep feet in the mud wake up like a dream.

In fact, this wind really did something wrong, why wake up Han Xian so early, if it is late, Han Xian will be happier for longer, if it is later, maybe Han Xian can still maintain a happy mood today, but the ruthlessness in the world is not only fueling the troubles. But I beg Han Xian to stand like a man.

Finally remembered what he should do in the morning, his eyes were quietly closed facing the east, the light and temperature made Han Xian's smile more thorough, this moment was a long time since it was, and it was all very much expected.

The morning glow has pierced the skin, and the galloping hot blood goes straight to the warm heart, at least that's what the heart thinks, the smiling face is gradually solidified by the wind, and the slightest sweat breaks through the skin and stands tenaciously in the morning breeze.

Why is this happening, where are you hiding, such a small space, where can you hide, you must be hiding, you must be hiding in the dark, come out, you come out.

The fine sweat on his face is so clever, and a little bitterness is mixed with it, and it must not be noticed.

"Pass. ”

Wu Jitang's brows furrowed deeply, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face, what is wrong with this person, how annoying is that muddy breathing and such a quiet moment.

The sun rose completely, and everyone opened their eyes with satisfaction, and the disgust was written in their eyes before the satisfaction subsided, if it weren't for the presence on the hillside, someone must have taken this thin figure down and taught him some necessary rules.

The gray face was covered by dust, and the tears like silk were covered by sweat, but these were not enough, he had to flee as soon as possible, Han Xian scurried left and right in the crowd and squeezed out.

How could that figure not attract Wu Jitang's attention, he was shocked in his heart, looking at the back to get out of the crowd, he didn't know why he was a little relieved in his heart, did he guess?

Wu Jitang bent down and picked up the token that still had the smell of Han Xian, where did the back figure want to go, of course Wu Jitang knew: "Hey, is this fate?"

The color of ridicule was pity for this man who was as pale as paper.

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