In the dark room, all of them looked groggy, the eyes were burning, two star-like flames, the candles of the lampstand, walked into a slight flicker, the candle flame was dimly reflected in the slightly haggard face, under the thick sword eyebrows, there were eyes like black gems, the eyes were deep like a deep ocean, at the moment staring at the candle flame, there was no noise in his ears, thin beads of sweat surged on his forehead, hazy like mist, his hand tore the shoulder gown, the wound had already condensed into a jia, his eyes were indifferent, But it contained pain, took a dry cloth, wiped the wound, such silence, clothes inch by inch, inch by inch, back burning pain, the whip was drawn, after all, it did not dodge, the corners of the mouth twitched like cold, the long sword on the table, frost, frost, just thinking like this, there was a sourness in the corners of his eyes, his lips blew a breath against the candle flame, and the whole world seemed to have entered darkness, and the darkness drowned people mercilessly.

How many days and nights of sword practice, not daring to slack off, in exchange for this scar? No, Han Li laughed in his heart, and said in a low voice that seemed to be inaudible, it shouldn't be so uncomfortable, do you say, Ningshuang?

Gritted his teeth and lay down, hugged the quilt and covered himself, like a pitch-black darkness, enveloping a person.

Just like that, he fell asleep, the scene in the dream was chaotic, inexplicable, whimsical things would happen in the dream, an abyss, dark and bottomless, and he stopped in the abyss, not knowing where to go, so he stalemate in the same place, the bottom of the abyss was as black as ink, the light was slightly dim, the lonely stone barren road was paved in front of him, he raised his steps, picked up the bravery, and walked to the bottom of the abyss, there seemed to be something at the bottom of the abyss, calling himself, he couldn't refuse, full of temptation, confused by the unknown, I don't know how long he walked, Ears came ticking, ticking water stone impact, red light, reflected in the side, slowly brighter and brighter, he inhaled deeply, quietly looked at the front of a qiē, red candle incense quilt, it was a boudoir dressed in a water hole, between the water hole, the hanging yarn was floating lightly, there was a pin, the soul-like fragrance floated in, water, is a pool of bright and quiet, continuous water, his eyes stinged, a woman in the water, to the waist hair like ink flowing on a piece of snow paper, such a bewitching woman, long hair so black, The skin is so white, with tender water vapor, white and flawless, she is naked, he is stunned, stunned, deep in his heart welling up with great fear and confusion, the woman seems to know, back to him, slender white hands, holding a palm of spring, water, poured on the round shoulder,.

A ghostly female voice, floating out of the woman's mouth, revealing the girl's resentment, you stand in the midst of a hundred flowers, the sound of laughter is affectionate, but you are so ruthless to the person you love, is this the fate that has been destined?

He only listened to the sweat on his head, a thought, to leave, to leave here, but his legs were weak and weak, the woman in the eyes turned her head, her eyebrows were slender as if she wanted to be loved, she was a beautiful eye, full of hatred, with red tears, her lips were purple, her teeth were snow-white, and she bit the word by word, unwilling, I was really unwilling.