Moving forward in the dazed unknown, Han Xian is destined to be such a fate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Like today, the guide, can you give me breathing space. Is the arm still his own? The stiff joints were covered with frost, not that Han Xian was challenging the limit of the cold, but that the inner 'star map' was selfless dedication. However, what is in the hand is a bottomless pit.

The brain has been frantically urging, how cold it is, throw it away.

The trembling legs seemed to say, stop, sit down and rest for a while.

But Han Xian did not give up, although his reluctant legs were already stumbling forward, he always knew in his heart that if he stopped, then tears would definitely rush in the wind.

How much he loves face, how can he release his humble weakness undisguisedly.

The whitish fingers mechanically tightened the barrel of the gun, maybe it was time to thank the cold of the spear, if it wasn't for the cold that froze the fingers, then the terrible weight would have thrown Han Xian aside.

Wu Jitang glanced back at the faltering existence, and a sneer was inevitable.

And Han Xian, who was looking up and looking forward, just caught that gaze, and his proud head was hit mercilessly again. But although the head escaped from that gaze, that thing had long been imprinted in his heart with inferiority, so that Han Xian could look at it all the time.

How can his brother be bullied like this, and how can the hidden stubbornness be regarded as others.

How to be stingy with your own temperature, it should also be emitted at this moment. The star chart, which rotates to appear sluggish, once again receives valuable nutrients from the depths of the heart.

Greedily devoured, and the light became hot.

The fingers that grasped the barrel of the gun tightened a little tighter, no matter how vain the footsteps were, they had to look down-to-earth, and the spear that raised the pestle on the ground moved firmly towards the back.

Wu Jitang always paid attention to the breathing of the person behind him, although it was still so chaotic, but it seemed that there was still room for squeezing, and it was good that his destination had not yet arrived, so he continued to lead the way in front of him, his eyes were pleasantly nostalgic for the distance, as if with infinite longing. Thinking about me, I was much more tired than I was.

Sweat is already cold, breathing is the first to give up the rhythm, and the courage of the new life is extraordinarily precious how to use it easily on breathing.

No matter how firm the heart is, it also needs the eyes to bear, but at this moment, the eyes are already on the verge of the extreme, and the back of the majestic shore in front of them is so blurry.

Fortunately, some things are mechanical, and when they have the courage to move forward fearlessly, then no matter how reluctant their legs and hands are, they will also move forward instinctively.

Step by step, as for whether he has deviated from the back of that person, he has no way to find out, let alone want to find out, because his eyes are tired and melt into the darkness.

The sweat can't be explained, it's flowing too much, and I feel that if I continue to move forward, then my own blood will definitely be discarded.

In fact, Changtian favored Han Xian, because the people who walked in the dark were not tripped by the potholes under their feet, but at this moment, Han Xian couldn't spare any strength to thank Changtian for taking care of him.

Maybe Wu Jitang was moving forward in the direction specified by Han Xian, and did not abandon the determined person behind him, but fortunately, the place for this drill was big enough, and there were enough places for Han Xian to play around.

Looking back again, the spine was terribly bent, and the spear was struggling against the shoulder. In Wu Jitang's opinion, why is there a sense of joy. Glancing up at the sun, I felt that the torture was almost over. The horses under their crotches seemed to know their master's thoughts in advance, and stood and lowered their heads to pick up grass.

Waiting, waiting for the crooked man to approach.

Wu Jitang is hard-hearted, no matter how hard Han Xian is, in his eyes, he also feels that it is inevitable, just like the road he has walked, it is obvious that he is afraid of those journeys, but now that he has moved them all out and trained others, it is a special taste in his heart.

How did Han Xian, who closed his eyes, know that the target was already stationed in front of him. In the eyes of others, when the foot is raised, the person will definitely roll aside, but other people's ideas have been disappointed again and again, although the vanity is terrible, but the miracle of standing firm does happen again and again.

The spear that was resisted on his shoulder was so arrogant all the time, how could Han Feng, who swore to drink the blood of the enemy, pity the humble person, as if he should have a duel with Changtian.

Step by step, the majestic figure was getting closer and closer, and Wu Jitang looked at Han Xian who was approaching, just like Han Xian himself, and his expression did not change at all.

One is indifferent and unemotional.

A selfless sinking to the bottom of a glacial valley.

Passing by seemed inevitable, as if Wu Jitang was not Han Xian's target, and his trembling steps continued to be true to his instincts.

This excess tiredness Han Xian should blame the eyes for his absence.

Looking at the person who continues to move forward, it is impossible to be moved. For those who deviate from their set goals, how can they not be corrected, it is also helpless, more like tasteless: "Okay, stop." ”

People who should be selfless should be cut off from all voices, but how can the promises made be easily discarded.

His eyes still hadn't opened, his legs stopped advancing, the arrogant spear was not useless, it could be regarded as a reward for Han Xian's hard work along the way.

How could the weak fingers still grasp it, the tail of the gun hit the dirt, and continued to stand proudly, and the tired hands did not give up their grip because they couldn't grasp the barrel of the gun.

The palm that did not let go was previously to keep the spear from falling to the ground, but now it is kissing the dirt so that the excellent body does not get tired.

Wu Jitang looked indifferently at Han Xian holding the spear with both hands, and his spine bent into a state of terror. But if he continues to be so indifferent now, then Wu Jitang shouldn't think about any thoughts when the sun goes down.

Gently urging the horses to approach here like Han Xian.

The horses tread with melodious and delicate steps, and when they approached, they snorted, and if anyone had a heart looked at it, it must have been contempt.

Wu Jitang's palm reached forward, and the solid palm grasped the cold body, this body was no different from a dead man, and he grabbed his strength, and without much strength, he pulled Han Xian out of the cold existence.

Wu Jitang was not in the good mood to carry this wet stinky skin. After a few steps, he was thrown to the ground, and it was indeed like a stinky skin.

The cold Han Xian threw himself into the embrace of the earth, whether it was the ground with his face or not, Han Xian couldn't taste the pain of the soil in his mouth.

The earth touched by the sun has a temperature, and when he was talking about caressing, he did not choose to give up because of Han Xian's humility, and the gentle sunlight was intimate with people who collapsed in exhaustion.

Maybe you have to admire Wu Jitang's patience, and he didn't have the slightest worry about the person who had been lying on the ground for a long time. Closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

The existence that has been absent for too long is the first to feel the color of the sun. The eyelids opened weakly. What time is it, and as soon as my fingers grasped weakly in the air, I was shocked in my heart, where is the spear?

How can this place lie down, it bounced up in panic, and his eyes looked around anxiously. Fortunately, the arrogant existence was too obvious, and he hurriedly grabbed the spear.

Why isn't it so cold this time, is it the palm of your hand that adjusts to the feeling?

It seems to be a lot lighter, has your strength increased?

I don't know, the spear is back in his hand, but his target has discarded himself again. I panicked again, and my eyes were unusually bright after resting, but fortunately, the majestic figure didn't lose it.

Holding the spear, his steps were still so weak, and he approached the majestic figure, Han Xian didn't know if he had met Wu Jitang's requirements, and he was even more tired when he spoke: "Brother Wu?"

The face was worthless again.

But Wu Jitang, who was closing his eyes, obviously didn't care about this, his contemplation was disturbed, his eyes opened, and he cursed secretly in his heart, almost falling asleep.

The joy in my heart was not reminded on my face at all, and the ice on today's hard dress would not be easily broken: "Are you awake?" ”

Han Xian's face turned even redder, and his head was completely lowered.

"Okay, you've rested enough, today won't end so easily. If you listen carefully, you will definitely notice the smugness hidden in Wu Jitang's voice.

But how can Han Xian be serious at this moment, everything he hears will only be cold and ruthless.

Is there any arrangement? I asked in my heart, did I feel afraid, it didn't seem to be, I felt like I had lost my memory, although the fear was still hidden, but the emptiness of the steps seemed to have really dissipated into nothingness.

The person in front urged the horses again, this time there was no need to command, Han Xian also knew to follow.

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