He is in the middle of the world, and he belongs to the first generation of the Xuanzhong.

Dogs and horses, everything is fantasy.

The petals were falling, and he seriously doubted if it was a dream.

His unusual habits, his tree climbing, did he make him?

However, the encirclement and suppression team members who attacked him by chance were so insulting to him, under the big tree, they all held bows and arrows, and they looked like they had a strong sense of justice, and they talked exaggeratedly.

He can be said to be rhetorical.

For the Xuan Middle Ages, the sword blade that is far away from his own is also a potential threat.

Don't let him escape.

He is still on the run, and the more frustrated he becomes, the more courageous he becomes.

The farther and farther the path goes.

There is no Shadow Leopard here, it was killed by Jaw Heaven.

He was still running tremblingly, partly to get him out of danger as much as possible, and partly to test their depths.

That boss, who captures the thief and captures the king first, is a little distressed, thinking about the poisonous blood that spreads in his body.

His body shook, but he wouldn't let go of his speed.

There is an extra touch of delicate feeling.

His phoenix eyes are smiling rather than smiling.

They were under their feet, and the pursuers came one by one, pointing at him from time to time, and the hidden weapons rushed madly, as if they were enduring - this, what kind of inventory!

It's time to come, but it's still coming after all.

Xuan Zhongshi's body is delicate, it is a kind of jointing that is neither humble nor arrogant, and his shoulders are very thin, because it seems that only bones are bulging, a thin layer of skin and flesh.

What is vaguely visible is the feeling of his weak heart.

The kind that can almost be charming, is under his feet, Xuan Zhongshi is destroying flowers and trees, his posture is sprinkled, but it is the spring heart Mo Dao flowers.

That feeling of unrestrainedness, every time he passed a tree, he would shake down pairs of leaves, the higher one hanging on the long treetops, and the lower one floating around the sinking pond.

Falling leaves are natural, posing like this, falling flutteringly, and the body waving rapidly.

It's not damaged, the toxins are still there, they're stable.

But it was also for Xuan Zhongshi that he relied on them to kill the enemy.

"Aha...... What does it taste like to be poisoned? ”

The next moment, the playful male voice struck, making the young man, he couldn't help but moan, he tried hard to cover his wound with one hand, it was like this, his heart hurt very much, but his wound made him have no time to deal with it!

Looking back again, those people were like angry lions chasing him, and the toxin had already deceived his bloodline, spreading early and endlessly.

The wound on the arm is the same.

The feeling of numb crispiness, blood, is brown, something is wrong, it is also mixed with white silk dragging, a pull, what kind of congus is this?

The immortal and inextinguishable toxin, he suppressed, but the spring breeze blows and grows again!

Cold!

Why is it so hateful?

Furious, what he needs most is a shadow leopard.

It's the only one, the mysterious shadow leopard.

Only in this forest, it is like an elf, and it is also a majestic shadow leopard.

In an instant, he also felt that it was the brain congestion brought about by the aphrodisiac, and the bottom of his heart was also painful, so cold-blooded, and instantly choked his throat.

Choked.

His pain, his poisoning.

Or was it meant to be?

For a while, everything in front of me was real.

He also felt the chaotic heaven and earth qi, and his dantian was burned by the evil fire.

is not known to be delicate.

And so his powerlessness --

Heaven descends on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically.

These proverbs of the older generation filled his mind.

It's not good, are you going to be suppressed?

Still very soon, he was reckless, he was powerless to return to the sky, he died of poison.

Therefore, he couldn't think of death for a while.

Is this cynicism?

His dashing, his downfall.

He didn't believe that there was some kind of poison in the world that would hurt him!

However, the feng shui takes turns, but the predecessor is stained with dust.

His heart is also like this, it is empty-hearted.

What can he do?

Now the rampant world, an accomplice of indulgence.

The intestines are flowery, and it is difficult to hide the flying and domineering nature.

"Boss...... I'm going to beat him up too! He's a thief, I really don't know how he seduces Shadow Leopard! The taste is so heavy! ”

Under the tree, he grinned and showed off his skills.

That is, stepping on the surface of the tree that he temporarily stagnated with one foot, the body of the Xuan Zhongshi is also like a well in the dry period, unable to move, and it is impossible for him to climb over the treetops.

The body is in strength, he just ran with his own breath, but he can still live......

For a while, he also removed the depression on his body, and his limbs immediately went limp, and the flying thunder burst out of his body and stopped.

If there is nothing, there is a black color in front of me.

His heart was also swaying.

It seems that the ship that has run aground will die under the inrush of such a cold night......

He, naturally, is also inevitably palpitated.

The feeling of hopelessness, the fleeting melancholy, flickered, and then disappeared abruptly.

I must be hopeless......

"Xuan Zhongshi, I ...... Don't let me ......"

"Who is it? Who is this nerve? ”

Hallucinations!

He must have hallucinated!

In front of him, Xuan Zhongshi's eyes were sharp, but he was still looking at the world in front of him.

Right.

When, it's the voice of the heart.

Outgoing, derived differences.

It's a girl.

What about she......

Squinting, Xuan Zhongshi was confused.

She, in simple terms, called his name directly?

His name was kept absolutely secret, and his steps stopped, and so did his heart.

For a while, outside the field and inside the field, they, people, echoed each other from afar.

It's that one, faintly.

It's like a girl's tactful voice, very soft, very delicate.

Let him unconsciously, listen and listen, in, semantic, repeat.

"Don't let me ...... Isn't it, I'm a negative person? ”

How much affection is deeply concerned, and for a time the love is as deep as the sea.

And that's just a memory.

His body stiffened, a young girl?

Her voice was weak.

"Yes."

Her heart moved at will, flying, and she seemed to be in a mountain forest on the right side.

I don't see people in the empty mountains, but I hear people's voices!

Everything in the deep mountains and old forests, this is the night.

Girl, has something good happened?

Shadow Leopard, perhaps.

There was another interest in his heart.

Or rather, Freemasonry?

It was she herself, in a hopeless situation, who begged herself for comfort.

Does she know him?

How would she know her name.

Who is it.

It's all hallucinations, how can it ...... I can't make sense of it.

Her voice was so precise that after calling out her name shyly, the sentence seemed like "Don't let me down", or "Don't abandon me"?

And what does that mean?