I couldn't hear the breath of emerald, the surroundings seemed to really calm down, Han Lun held his breath, and the world was now in a vacuum. In this nihil world, there is no remaining self.
But in that vacuum, it seemed that Ye Hao and Hu Yue suddenly reflected. In the pavilion, the soft water looked at him, and she stood in front of her. Han Lun wanted to reach out to touch her face, but his hand was chained to death.
Ye Hao Hu Yue'er smiled, so sweet and cute. But Han Lun looked at his eyes, but his heart hurt like a knife. When she stretched out her hand, she seemed to want to wipe the blood from Han Lun's mouth, but when she reached out to the general, Jade's body began to recede, as if blown away by a gust of wind, her hand wanted to hold Han Lun's hand. But this distance has gradually expanded.
No
Han Lun cried hysterically, almost exhausting all his strength. Without these two chains, he would fall. Because his hope was swallowed.
If a person has no hope, in fact, even if he can move freely, he is actually no different from a dead person. As the saying goes: "Sorrow is greater than death."
How much hope does Han Lun have? If Jed died, all hope would be lost. Hanlun's long hair was full of blood, red blood seemed to flow from his heart, and his body was full of holes and holes. His heart was also broken.
Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps in the deadly dungeon. The sound was not loud, but in the ground, where the needle fell, it was like thunder. Soon, the door on the ground was opened, and a sharp parade followed by slow and slow footsteps.
"Well, in such a terrible place, you dog slaves, you don't even want your head to come to such a place," he said. It was Su who came in, and Han Lun's voice could not be forgotten anyway. If there is a chance, Han Lun just wants to tear this guy to pieces by himself to vent his hatred.
"The prince forgive the sin, otherwise you go out first and take these two people out of the room." The old man said tremblingly, his head wide open, his eyes looking at the ground, as if he was flying away as soon as he raised his head.
"Everything is here. Go back and prepare a pair of clean shoes. When you walk out the door, these shoes are not worth it." Su Jin said proudly, in a three-turned tone, in a strange tone, this sentence The intensity of the words seemed to be that the cold water of the moon poured directly into the heart and lungs.
"This little guy will do it." It seemed that he wanted to escape the sinister atmosphere here, and ordered the soldiers to quickly walk out of the prison door and escape the smoke.
Su Jin took two steps, feeling the sticky feeling of the soles really uncomfortable. As soon as he waved his hand, his people immediately moved a chair and sat down with Su Jin.
"Look at these two people, they are all dead." A soldier handed a cup of tea, and Su Jin picked up the lid of the cup and gently threw the floating tea down. The two soldiers looked at Ye Haohuyueer and Han Lun respectively. She replied: "This woman seems to be dying."
"Ask if you are still alive, is there any problem?" Su Jin glanced at him. The man immediately lowered his head and stood, shaking and saying, "I'm still alive."
These three words reached Han Lun's ears, and an ecstatic energy exploded in his heart. This is the best word he has ever heard. Like the cool breeze in the heat wave, the coal in the ice cellar. The heart can't tell the warm touch. As long as she is alive, there is hope.
"Master, this person is still alive."
"Bring that person" Su Jin casually drank a cup of tea, waiting for the soldiers to take Han Lun out of the copper pillar. After the rustle, the two soldiers placed Han Lun in front of Su Jin. The two soldiers kicked a foot on Han Lun’s calf, and then Han Lun dropped his knee to the ground, and a burst of red blood suddenly fell from the ground. Fainted below two knees.