"Da Da Da ......"

The voice accompanied his heart.

It was an unhurried footstep, and it sounded like it was tiptoeing, and I didn't know who was hiding.

"Huh?"

This is an anti-reconnaissance and observer, right? Why, he felt, that he and the owner of the footsteps were so appropriate?

At dawn, he's still here, what is he going to do?

He doesn't know what the Man in Black is yet, praying that he won't be discovered.

But the footsteps are still directed at themselves.

The voice was so unwavering that he didn't dare to raise his head, and walked along the corner of the wall, and the voice was so subtle that it was imperceptible.

He didn't dare to look up.

Xuan Zhongshi's heart was flustered, and he didn't know where he was going.

It's just that now, he is bent on going his own way and going with his mood, which is also very simple and casual.

The sound of "click" footsteps, déjà vu, came from my ears again!

The strange voice is reasonable, and he doesn't know, what is that person for?

Locked yourself in, and completely realized the condition of "no dead ends".

As if he was provoking himself, or as if he were a mysterious person, he was on a mission here without alarming anyone.

Weird, isn't it? Or because of his vigilance, he pretended to be a ghost again.

Without a word, Xuan Zhongshi collapsed the house, and it also made a big fanfare.

"Xuan Zhongchen."

He felt that the footsteps were like shadows.

Wherever he goes, the hateful man follows.

It was an amazing experience, and he had no idea how to avoid it.

The sound of feet and feet is like an endless drumbeat, which is played in the ears at this moment and lasts for a long time.

Why?

The sound of the drum beat was firm, and I couldn't help but want to look back.

He's ghost-possessed? Now in my heart, there is also a kind of coldness.

He quickened his pace, but he didn't shake off the nightmare in his heart.

This haunted night, he will always remember.

However, before he could remember, a very clear voice suddenly appeared behind him.

Is this true or false?

His name was directly shouted by this person.

The speed of sound travel around dawn is fast and the mileage is long.

That body, so direct.

And there is no sorrow or joy, I don't know how to describe it.

The clear and solemn voice, as if from ancient times, seeped out of history, wrapped in the weight of time, between the two and the middle, the strength of the confrontation, which is stronger and which is weak?

Sure enough, this one voice can shake the Xuan Middle Ages.

"Huh?"

is simply a thief, he doesn't know who else can recognize his figure at this moment.

It's amazing, as if he shouldn't be recognized.

In the air, there were blazing waves.

It's a pair of eyes that will look at what they are.

The source of the sound is not far from himself.

He can go back and see if the ice and snow in the middle of the world are smart, and he has already guessed whose name it is.

Is it --

Yan Xixin?

A handsome young man in front of him, with a stiff back.

The eyes that wanted to look back, the figure, was also locked by a roar of his own.

The stars are like rain, day and night change, yin and yang alternate.

And his shadow was cast on himself.

At this moment, the gentle shadow seems to float on the "water".

There is no sunlight at the moment, but there is insinuation.

The sound has become a rope, full of intimidation, and a sparkling light is generated, trapping the Xuan Middle World until the end of time.

"Stop me."

The voice was quite imposing, creating a sense of tolerance.

Now more importantly, there is an extra kind of power on her body.

Might, unconsciously generated.

Her image suddenly melted down, and she was no longer so pale and powerless.

I felt that the body of Xuan Zhongshi in front of me was solidified like a wood carving clay sculpture.

On his body, trembling appeared, and the vast qi of heaven and earth wanted to resist the invasion of the world in front of him, but it could not play a role.

Half-loud, he turned his head.

His face was extremely dark, and after he turned around, the skylight on his back made him feel a little unfamiliar.

"It's you, Xuan Zhongshi, long time no see."

The voice was very unkind, and there was an extra sense of noncommittality.

"Yan Xixin, good morning."

Unconsciously, it was a round of confrontation between the two, which passed in a hurry.

Mother and son are now strangers.

In such a small cramped road, only the two of them remained.

The light of the sky is in front of me, and it is sprinkled with wanton excitement.

Yan Xixin looks like a chic and gorgeous face, and his skin is as jade as snow.

The Middle Ages are dwarfed.

"What do you want me to do?"

The voice was so aggressive, and there was also a sense of unyieldingness.

As if this is a grievance, but also a cry of the heart.

This is a face that is incredibly beautiful, and it looks like if there is a little more fat, it is also a burden.

If there is some flesh and blood missing, it will obviously seem unreal and unsatisfactory.

This is her, Yan Xixin.

For a while, a bond from blood made him feel that his thoughts suddenly became dramatic.

"Are you going to see Shen Liuqing?"

The slender teenager, looking, is weaker and more delicate.

He is so, with only a decadent and negative aura in him.

When the eyes meet, it is the day when the eyes meet.

The beautiful woman looked at him indifferently, and without speaking, she gestured to the bewildered Xuan Zhongshi.

"Please."

Yan Xixin's movements are also perfect.

If you have rehearsed countless times, at this moment, it is natural to call yourself into the urn.

"Right here?"

There was a touch of doubt in his heart, and Xuan Zhongshi raised a sentence, but this is just a lot of mouths and many tongues.

"Hurry."

This Yan Xixin, but he also cherishes words like gold.

The sound was so silent that it swept through an eternal wave.

And in the air, the warmth just now was lost, and it became so cold.

Qianque Sword has died down, and he is also listening to these voices.

In front of him, the figure that looked like a flying smoke was his mother, Yan Xixin.

A few steps away, but there is already a world of separation.

The world fell silent in an instant, with only the faint sound of footsteps remaining.

On the wrist, there was a sudden depression, and the footsteps were so fast.

Xuan Zhongshi looked up in surprise, but only found that Yan Xixin's expression was shaped like this.

Cold and high, proud and unstained with dust.

Without saying anything, she shuttled directly in front of him and grabbed Xuan Zhongshi's wrist.

Compulsorily, lead him forward.

And she dragged her for several meters, and Xuan Zhongshi's heart regained its calm.

"How did Yan Xixin try? Could it be that she asked me to visit Shen Liuqing? Isn't it ridiculous! ”

He has ruined everything he has in the Xuan family, materially.

But now, Yan Xixin has also spoofed an opportunity to make it happen like a dream.

Thinking of that day, countless blood, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

His own Qianque sword that drank blood, but now, attached to his body.

Yan Xixin didn't find it.

Her figure is much thinner than before, and she matches herself.

"Let go of me!"

Xuan Zhongshi only felt uncomfortable, and his heart seemed to have a lump in his heart, and this kind of bloody grievance was the most unbearable.

He didn't know how to alleviate it.

However, the ultimate obstacle is Yan Xixin's laughter.

"This is something you can't get rid of in your life."

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