Chapter 129 You can't see it

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Xia He was so negligent at this time, and then accidentally killed a human life, which happened to be the closest person to him, and it was also the person he wanted to save. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it wasn't those red flowers that he was negligent, because it was those red flowers that he was fighting for, how could he ignore those terrible red flowers that burned like fire.

But the things he neglected were closely related to the saffron, because the things he neglected were originally born from the safflower, or things that could be seen but not touched.

The things that can be seen and touched are most of the things in the world, and the things that cannot be seen and touched are many things in the dark.

But there are very few things that can be seen but touched, lovers who can't be asked, stars that dot the sky, tears that melt into the ocean, people who can't be saved, and clouds or fog that can't be grasped.

However, although there are very few things and people that can be seen but touched, there are still some things, because they must all exist in this world, and those things may not be touchable for some people, they can only be seen, but for others, it is not a difficult problem to see, even touch, or even own.

The lover who can't ask for it will also have a deep person of love, the stars that dot the sky also have the power to fly and pick up the stars to play, the tears that melt into the ocean will have a beautiful coral and fall in love with the temperature of tears, and the person who can't be saved still has a wonderful hand to rejuvenate the holy hand of medicine waiting in the distance, as for the clouds, if Xia He is willing, he can also use those clouds and mist to make marshmallows to please his sister.

Now Xia He didn't want to hold those clouds or red mist in his hands and pinch them into tasteless marshmallows, but those clouds and mist naturally surrounded Xia He's waist and in front of him.

The red mist, which could only be seen but not touched, was now visible and touchable, and it was surrounded by circles around Xia He's body.

This is where Xia He neglected, and it was also the red mist condensed by the souls of those generals' military souls that had fallen for a hundred years.

The red mist was not fog, but a shackle, a shackle that didn't seem very strong.

Even if the clouds can be touched, they should be cool and silky, like water, like ice, but those are just ordinary clouds, and the clouds that are imprisoned and liked will certainly not be ordinary clouds and fog, and they don't feel like water or ice.

It's like a red-hot chain, like a flaming whip.

Circle by circle, layer by layer, the red mist is really the same color as fire, and it is also the same temperature as fire.

However, it would be inaccurate to say that it was an iron cable, because the shackles made by the red mist were still very tough and soft, and it really looked like a cloud.

Even if the red mist was very soft, Xia He's True Yuan riot couldn't break free of those flowing shackles at all, and the black True Yuan burst out on Xia He as if he didn't want money. I could faintly hear the sound of waves and water clapping from the true yuan.

However, the shackle is a rope in the river, no matter how the river roars, no matter how the wind roars, the rope is always there, impartial, and never abandoned.

It is very inappropriate to use the word "never leave" to describe a rope, or to describe a layer of clouds, and how can the words between lovers be used to describe a cloud without emotion, and to decorate a fog without emotion.

But that is for ordinary clouds, for ordinary fog, the red mist on Xia He's body is not ordinary clouds, they may be described by them, or even them.

They are also emotional beings.

And it's a cloud that changes emotions.

Before, before Xia He's body was rolled, the red mist was intense, although it was no popularity, only ghostly energy, and no consciousness, but it still had the excitement of an iron-blooded spirit, because it was full of those dead war spirits, even if they were dead, their spirits still existed.

But when those red mist wrapped around Xia He's body, there was no iron and blood, no chivalry, but only the daughter who took off her military uniform and put on red makeup, the daughter Jiao, the red of the red mist is as red as fire, and it is also the red of red makeup, the clouds and mist are murmuring, but it seems to be a deep resentful woman who has not seen her lover for a long time, only endless sorrow, only unexplained loneliness.

Dare to ask which deep resentful girl who sees her lover will not pester the dream person she just met?

Xia He didn't know, and he didn't want to know, he just wanted to know how to break free from his lover's lotus arm, he just wanted to know how he could break free from the shackles of a greasy person.

However, no one can break free from that kind of lotus root, and no ghost can do this.

Although Xia He is a genius and a ghost who can turn into an invisible ghost, he found that even if he turned into a ghost that no one could see or touch, he still couldn't break free from the red mist.

The red mist seemed to haunt him for the rest of his life, turning into a ghost, and the red mist also turned into invisible, but it was still shrouded around Xia He, and the agitated true yuan collided on the red mist but it was like nothing, and the true yuan turned again, turning into a black light knife, and slashed directly at the red mist like a rope, but the red mist did not break like a rope, but it was just closed, closed, and returned to its original state.

Xia He thought of the red flower that Yin Huai had cut down before, and the red mist in front of him also had the same characteristics as that red flower.

Yin Huai used that ordinary knife to cut off the flower, and it took a long time, a long time to chop.

Although Xia He had an unusual knife condensed with True Yuan, he didn't have that much time and couldn't cut it for that long.

Time is fair to everyone, for Xia He, for Xiao Pian, for the red mist, and the figure hidden behind the red mist.

But that's not always true.

At least for people who are anxious, time will seem stingy, because people who are anxious will panic, will be chaotic, panic, chaotic, will lose a lot of unnecessary time, this is the unfairness of time.

It's also the stinginess of time.

How Xia He wished that time could be generous, at least a little less stingy.

At least time would give him enough time to cut through the red mist.

But time is still so unswaying, stingy to the point of stinginess.

Xia He swung a knife, it was a knife that could cut off the clouds in the sky, and the sky could be shocked, compared to Yin Huai's knife, then this knife was countless knives, but Yin Huai had waved countless knives at that time, but the red mist in front of him could not be cut by Yin Huai with countless knives.

Therefore, the knife fell on the red mist, but the red mist still looked like that, still like fire, still like a lover.

And how it won't change.

The red mist has not changed, but there is a new change in Xiao Lian.

Knives up, guns up.

The knife falls, the gun falls.

At the same time, the same. But it's not the same person.

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