The yellowish firelight began to flutter, night fell, tonight's weather was still so cold as usual, everyone returned early, Hao Jian was the same, he returned to his room early, lying on the bed calmly, his slightly closed eyes seemed to be looking at the darkness that could only be seen with his eyes closed, and the darkness was a very complicated feeling, surging mixed with a lot of strange things, as if he was whispering in the dark, and he was also telling something very special。

The boredom of the mind slowly spread, Hao Jian himself also felt that his current situation did not seem to be good, there was an extremely bad feeling slowly unfolding, as for what kind of bad feeling in this thought, Hao Jian's own words are really not easy to tell!

Helplessly, Hao Jian himself is pulling his overflowing thoughts back tightly, taking advantage of such a dark feeling of night is not as good as falling asleep now, at least he doesn't have to care about any other special things to get around himself, this feeling seems to be back to basics, this feeling may be the most sincere existence.

After going around in the mountains all day, Hao Jian didn't feel any physical discomfort, perhaps it should be said that he would never feel such a feeling, but this time it gave him a special feeling in his heart that was even more different, and it was indescribable, and it was impossible to discuss.

This kind of horror seems to be the most sincere existence, and it can also be said to be the most abrupt existence, but Hao Jian still can't accurately determine what he wants to do about himself, perhaps it is precisely because he really lacks the kind of urgent desire to grow up and become a real strong man in his heart, so no matter what kind of evolution, Hao Jian can only give up helplessly.

"Is there no meaning of struggle? Maybe my situation is at this level now, after all, what kind of existence is the meaning of the so-called struggle? Is the martial artist powerful? Hehe, I don't seem to have found any very special existence with my words, and everything is still done overnight, nothing can be changed, nothing can be changed......

Hao Jian sighed slightly, all of this is really such a false existence, don't say much about yourself, just from the other side of the possession, the relationship between the two is too much, the feeling of helplessness is better than nothing, and in the end, it just turns into nothing......

It is better to talk than nothing and boring, Lai, it is two different points of view intertwined, so it can only be said that they are different points of view, and those who are not intertwined can only be the same as they are, no matter how they want to change, they can only be the same as they are, and what can be changed is always the existence that can be changed, and the perfection from beginning to end can only be like this, and the rest of the falsehood is just some fearless words that can be called。

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"Ahh

"Come on, people, come on, bandits are coming, bandits are coming!"

"The bandits have killed someone!

In the middle of the night, an extremely miserable wail suddenly sounded, and in an instant, the originally dim small village was completely wrapped in orange flames, and the flames that were constantly burning in the sky were suffocated by the roaring flames.

Hao Jian naturally felt this situation for a moment, and Hao Jian's own mighty spiritual power could be said to have directly watched what the scene that was happening in the distance was like, and a group of bandits rushed in in the surging flames.

There are actually bandits here? Hey, it's really strange, it seems that there are still cultivators in it?

Hao Jian's expression was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something in such an instant, could it be that this was a choice? So what was the regret left by the predecessor? The predecessor was a giant with terrifying cultivation and was obviously able to torture and kill such a little minion in an instant, so did he choose to make a move or not in the end?

This seems a bit confusing......

"It seems that I should have to make a choice, the two options are now in front of me, one is to shoot directly now and then say that this group of bandits who rushed in will be directly killed, in that case, it will be able to produce a result, and I only need to accept the result I choose. ”

Hao Jian pondered for a moment, and seemed to be thinking frantically at that moment.

"Then the remaining choice for me is undoubtedly to stand by and not make a move, this choice seems to be inhumane, but the phrase that each has a destiny is perfectly reflected here, and choosing to make a move is also the biggest interference for the fate of the bandits......"

"Maybe the people in this small village should be completely wiped out today, and in the world of the real mysteries, this should be said to be the ultimate of the jungle, right?"

In a daze, Chen's mother also got up, Chen's mother was obviously a little flustered, originally they wanted to find a stable small village to survive for a while, but they never thought that a group of bandits would come, although they knew that their son had a terrifying cultivation, but Chen's mother was obviously a little dazed.

"Sumeru Bandit ......"

Before Chen's mother's words fell, Hao Jian slowly stood up, smiled slightly, and said to Chen's mother, "Mother, don't worry, I will talk about the extermination of this group of bandits, maybe this is the best arrangement, isn't it?"

Mother Chen also nodded seriously when she looked at Hao Jian, and then admonished, "Be careful." ”

Hao Jian nodded, it's just a few bandits, although a few villagers have died now, but it is undoubtedly the best choice for him to make a move now, after all, he can't interfere with everything, right?

"I don't know if my current choice is right or incorrect, but it doesn't matter, the real choice has been decided from the beginning, isn't what I'm doing the opposite is to complete the real regret?

Saying that, Hao Jian directly disappeared from the same place......

At least, when the last thought did not dissipate, Hao Jian's imagination in his heart was like this, and regret seemed to be like this, right?