Maybe you will die, aren't you afraid? Han Xiaohan grabbed the dragon spear, squinted his eyes slightly, and finally asked.
If we were afraid, we might have died under the swords of Sanhu and his men! One of the six men, an older man with a broad forehead, said solemnly: We all believe that following you, there will be many interesting things waiting for us to experience. We are not afraid of death, but the thought that the rest of our lives will be limited to this, living forever in a miserable way, living like a ghost without thinking of ghosts, is really chilling. We didn't feel this before, but after you came, we found that a person can make darkness bright!
The broad-foreheaded man's words made Han Xiaohan's blood flow faster and his heart beat faster. He turned to look at Luo Kai with a questioning look on his face.
Luo Kaiduo was smart. He understood what he meant at a glance. He shrugged his shoulders and spread out his hands, meaning: I didn't teach you these words.
Xiaohan was ashamed, thinking that he was not the person the broad-browed man said, and he did not have that much power. The reason why he had such an idea was not because he had no confidence in himself, but because he was unwilling to take responsibility. Han Xiaohan was used to being lazy and had been alone since he was a child. He was free and found that many people placed their hopes on him and held him in high regard. The invisible and strong pressure suddenly arose, making it difficult for him to accept it for a while.
Whether a boy grows into a man in a hundred years does not depend on the natural evolution of his age or the hardships he has experienced, but on whether he has the courage to take responsibility.
Looking at the faces full of expectation and hope, Han Xiaohan found that he seemed to have matured a lot in an instant, and in a trance he felt some things that he had never considered before.
Time seemed to have stopped, and the rapidly healing wounds on his body were still aching, but the blood in his body was boiling like a galloping horse. With a frivolous smile on his face, he said lightly: Let's go.
Han Xiaohan started to move, and contrary to everyone's expectations, he did not go through the door, but reflected to the window sill behind him, and said: Since you are here, why don't you come in! As he said that, he shook the dragon spear in his hand and stabbed it directly into the wall next to the window. He had consumed too much internal energy, but the force of his attack should not be underestimated. The wall was just a mud wall, and the dragon was strong and sharp. With a pounce, the spear head pierced a bowl-sized hole in the wall, and the outer body of the spear extended to the downstairs.
Ah... There was a cry of surprise or pain outside. Before the sound died down, Han Xiaohan poured his internal energy into the Dragon Spear, silently chanted the word "absorption", and shouted: Come out to me!
He pulled his arm back and swung his dragon spear. Boom! The earth wall cracked, gray smoke rose, mud flew, and a man came in from outside, knocking a huge round hole in the wall. This man was in his thirties or forties, with a thin body and two crooked mustaches hanging on his lips, making him look much older than his actual age. Everyone looked closely and found that this man was none other than Tian Guangren. Han Xiaohan pierced his soft spot with a spear, and he half-knelt on the ground, with beads of sweat rolling down his head.
When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. Chen Hai, Chen Shi and others saw that it was him, their eyes turned bloodshot, and they drew their swords, ready to cut him into pieces to vent their resentment.
Luo Kai was still calm. He stopped everyone and looked at Han Xiaohan.
Oh! Han Xiaohan's eyes gradually turned cold, his handsome face tensed, but his tone was unusually soft as he asked: Did Qiu Tian ask you to come