love at first sight

After sending Qingfeng to Guan Qingxuan's side, Han Ling slowly mobilized his spiritual power to control the movement of the wind.

His movements were extremely gentle and gentle, and he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, he would be spotted.

The breeze blows gently, and in the distance, Guan Qingxuan has a gentle smile, and the smile in his eyes is as beautiful as a beautiful flower.

Han Ling looked at it, twitched the corners of his mouth, and forced a smile, but there was a dull pain in his heart, which made him almost suffocate.

Why, it hurts so much?

The evil energy that does not belong to him gradually spread out, surrounding him and spreading it, like a halo of ink, and the surroundings were dark.

Han Ling groaned uncomfortably, and before he lost control of his strength, he waved his hand violently, and a large swath of wind and sand instantly rose up and flew around indiscriminately.

For a moment, he couldn't see anything clearly.

The overflowing evil spirit blurred his vision.Suddenly, anxious shouts came from the center of the yellow sand.

Hearing that voice, Han Ling smiled unconsciously. The gentle smile reduced the arrogance between his eyebrows by half, and the hostility suddenly dissipated.

He closed his eyes lightly, then opened them again, and the dark night was dyed with a sudden rosy glow, which was strange and disturbing.

The resentment belonging to the deceased circulated in his eyes, the blood-like crimson flickered on and off.

In the wild dance in the sand, the fierce spirit roared loudly, and the cry was shrill and frightening.

As if Han Ling had never heard of it, the tip of the hanging sword touched the ground, whispering softly: "Men..."

His tone was soft, falling into the wind, and then dissipated.

Silently, blood overflowed and dripped from the corner of his mouth.Han Ling opened his lips tremblingly, exhausted the rest of his strength, and choked up, "I'm sorry...thank you..."

The breeze is lingering, and the night is lingering.After that, think about it for a thousand years.

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