is a rare face, with such a pupil, can such Wu Jitang still be described as handsome?

Is it because such a face is too beautiful and too unique, so Wu Jitang doesn't look very happy now, those eyes look thoughtfully, the electric snake sparks that come and go without a trace in the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The coldness on the face can be imagined.

"Donor. ”

Yizen's compassionate and sad voice must be very inappropriate in Wu Jitang's state of mind, so other people's faces can be imagined.

"Roll !!"

Wu Jitang snorted, Wu Jitang no longer had a good temper for those who had a bright head, in those eyes, they were not good people, at least they had thought of destroying themselves.

The sound was quickly drowned out by the rolling thunder.

The already silent person fell into silence again, and the electric light responded to Wu Jitang's face, is it really because of this face that he is unhappy, and is his disgust for the monk really because they want to seal themselves?

This face is innate, and you must know that without that group of bald donkeys, you would have died a long time ago, although this night and day are very much thinking about death, thinking about liberation, but now you can still see the world clearly, so how can you think of liberation after paying so much.

Wu Jitang turned his head slightly, the compassion on the face of a Zen monk did not change, and the thing in his eyes did not change at all.

On the face of mercy, a sneering skeleton appeared, such a picture must have made Wu Jitang very sad.

An almost tragic smile appeared on Wu Jitang's face, he didn't have a choice, maybe he should be thankful, the skeleton in his eyes, although he let the black skeleton phantom appear in his eyes to see the world, but his duty to the pupil is still there, as long as he doesn't say it, then who can know what the world will be like for me, you must know that if he doesn't make up for it, then he will become a one-eyed dragon.

But is that really the case?

Wu Jitang's eyes that looked at a Zen monk, there must have been a trace of eagerness hidden under the skull pupils, but when the compassionate face and sneering dry bones appeared in the bottom of his heart, eagerness became indifferent.

looked at Han Xian, who was still dreaming on the ground, as if he hadn't changed.

That is still a trouble, Wu Jitang is forgetful, you must know that if it weren't for Han Xian, he would have died a long time ago, and a soft sigh echoed in the air: "Hey!"

But could that be a reason for him to flee?

Poor Han Xian was still lonely in the ruins, and Wu Jitang once again left him in the ruins.

The loud sparks were once again shining in the sky, and the back that disappeared rapidly in the air, Han Xian must not have thought that it was Wu Jitang, and the world he saw with his eyes was already a phantom of hell.

Han Xian should be glad because his eyes can still see the ruins, and there are many people, and the people of Yiyang City have sunk to the ground with the name of this city, and they will never wake up, but he doesn't know.

"Little friend, you're awake. ”

Han Xian trembled, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, his eyes were filled with infinite horror, in such a ghostly world, lightning and thunder, the sad voice revealed in compassion, in the eyes of this person who had just woken up from a dream, what is the difference between this and impermanence?

The electric light shone again, and the shadow of a Zen monk was long, and the face covered with white light was also very terrifying, but the fear in Han Xian's heart was at least reduced by a few points.

However, the reduction of fear was not entirely for this, Han Xian's throat swallowed silently, and his voice broke his throat with difficulty: "Brother, you are also dead!"

A smile, a pointful smile appeared on the face of a Zen monk, and he was really dumb, so he could only numb his head a few times, which was regarded as an answer to Han Xian.

Since they are all dead, what is there to be afraid of ghosts, groping and staggering, and finally standing firm under the support of a Zen monk.

It's no wonder that Han Xian doesn't think so, being in such a place, everywhere his eyes see feels like a desolate ghost mist is permeating, and what his ears hear is like there are countless ghost resentments cursing softly.

And the electric snake thunder in the sky is more like a long whip from heaven, whipping every innocent soul at will.

The eyes are sad and the ears are miserable, but why is there a trace of warm temperature in his hands, Han Xian couldn't help but turn his face sideways, and the gentle face of a Zen monk was still the same.

"Smack!"

The loud noise is more ear-catching than the thunder in the sky.

The pain, the pain of covering the face, how can the mouth be covered and the voice can be made clearly: "Bald, why did you lie to me, it hurts to death." ”

Of course it hurts, can you slap yourself without hurting?

And the answer in exchange for this pain is of course gratifying, and the slurred words continue to overflow from the fingers: "Not dead yet, fortunately not dead." ”

It must be a very happy thing to know that you are still alive, and the original vain footsteps have unconsciously glowed with firmness, and no one wants to stay in such a ruin.

Although there were many questions in his mind, how long had he been asleep, and why did he wake up at night? Although the person next to him was kind, Han Xian didn't want to ask, in his opinion, it was safer to flee from here quickly.

A Zen monk was stunned again, what is the difference between this person and the person just now, that look is the same mysterious and unpredictable, and it feels like there is something very important to do.

A Zen monk hurriedly caught up and asked, "Where is Xiaoyou going?"

The invisible words clasped the person with a heart, questioning, Han Xian didn't want to ask, but why did he find his heart, Han Xian stood in a daze, thinking madly in his heart: "Where are you going, it seems that there is no difference between now and in the past, Yiyang City?"

smiled, a lost smile flashed, "Isn't this Yiyang City" looked at a Zen monk again, there was no disgust in his eyes, only questions,

"Little friend.... ”

Before the words of a Zen monk were finished, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Han Xian's mind, and he was happy to break through the loss in an instant, and said to a Zen monk almost abnormally: "What about Yiyang City, I haven't got my things back yet." ”

Han Xian ran out after shouting, his compassionate face was full of thought, and his footsteps also moved, and why he followed Han Xian, he must not know. ？

The sound of whistling horses, the cheerful sound of donkeys, and the cheerful voices of people have all left the once flowery Yiyang City behind.

....

There are a lot of people in a hurry in this world, some people are running, where will the road under Qin Muyang's feet take him? He must not know, although those ears don't want to hear, but as if they are right in his ears, the sound of crying and blood flowing has been tormenting his soul all the time.

Those eyes must not want to look at it, but the image of that generous and majestic figure with a wide heart and a long sword and cutting through life is deeply portrayed in his mind.

Tears mixed with the sound of footsteps, fleeing into the forest, trying to avoid everything.

......

The conscience of the wrongdoer must be condemned.

"Miss, as long as I don't say it, no one will know" The confidence really endured the majestic thief's courage.

But the young lady did not have such courage, and her eyes frequently looked ahead, why was the anxiety in her heart mixed with uneasiness, was it the anxiety that the whirring thunder gave her?

His worried gaze froze, as if another light flashed from it, and he looked dead into the depths of the dense forest.

And the waiter on the side had already asked, "Which thief is so short-sighted that he dares to rush into my son-in-law." ”

The young lady who is still a son must very much hope that the person who came is a thief, because his heart is like a boulder in his chest, and he urgently needs to vent it.

The black shadow with the sorrow of the dense forest, like an ancient demon, oppressed the hearts of people with damaged consciences step by step, and the waiter's face was full of horror, if it wasn't for the strength of the person next to you, she would have been prostrate on the ground and begging for her life.

And the young lady, whose face was no better, was full of fear in her paleness, and tightened the dark red spear in her hand, and the fear in her eyes receded slightly.

A dull voice echoed through the woods: "Who's coming?" ”

The loud electric light flashed in the air again, and the once black shadow became a familiar person, and Leng Feng's face was engraved with deep exhaustion.

"Oh, it's you, you, you're scared to death!" the waiter shouted cheerfully.

"Get on your knees. "Is it the thunder sound that makes the sound regretful, or the listener is already weak, Qin Muyang's voice is much more shocking in Qin Murongruo's heart than the rolling thunder.

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