That night, Xueyan Wumian, she was the bondage of Han Tian, ​​but Han Tian let herself go. Is there really a story about being forgotten between them? What exactly is it?

The door of the camp suddenly opened and closed. Han Tian stood at the door and looked at her and smiled slightly. He just wanted to see her injuries. Xueyan was so injured that he was very worried.

"How did you come in?" Xueyan's expression stagnated. It was very quiet outside. Did no one know that he came in? Or did he kill everyone outside?

Xueyan suddenly stood up and subconsciously pulled out the Poxue Sword hanging on the wall.

"Don't move, I'm just here to see your injuries." Han Tian smiled slightly, and Xueyan felt that his spiritual power seemed to be suppressed. The powerful force suppressed her, making her weak and unable to move. She could only fall on the chair. Watching him walk over step by step, Xueyan tried hard to reach out to hold the Poxue Sword, but she could not touch the hilt of the sword just a short distance.

Seeing Xueyan still insisting, Han Tian turned around and leaned beside Xueyan and handed the Po Xue Sword to her. The gorgeous silver light flashed by and instantly faded. His power suppressed all the magic here. Xueyan could not swing the sword in his hand. The Po Xue Sword wailed and fell to the ground.

Han Tian approached Xueyan's face. He liked her stubbornness. In his world, everyone obeyed him with his will. No one dared to disobey him. Only Xueyan dared to point his sword at him.

Xueyan looked at Han Tian's eyes. He was so close to him that he could clearly feel his breathing and heartbeat. Xueyan turned her head and avoided looking at him. Han Tian stubbornly held her face and let her look at him. The two of them looked at each other, and they were so close.

What did he want to do? Xueyan looked at the perfect face in front of her in shock, with a gentle smile, which was fascinating, but she wanted to know what Han Tian was going to do!

Hantian came over and suddenly wanted to kiss her. This little person who had been in love for so long, Hantian got closer and closer. Xueyan held her breath and was at a loss. She quickly closed her eyes. Hantian saw Xueyan's eyelashes flashing constantly. Is she afraid?

Han Tian suddenly regretted that his impulse seemed to scare Xueyan, and suddenly let go of her. Xueyan opened her eyes and nothing happened.

Han Tian held Xueyan's shoulder and wanted to heal her wounds, but he was hitting her angry gaze.

"What are you doing here?" Xueyan asked. Did Han Tian deliberately come here to laugh at her spell?

"I've said it all, I'll take a look at your injuries." Han Tian answered truthfully. He was really worried about Xueyan. "Do you feel better?"

"Whether I am good or not has nothing to do with you." At this time, his power suppressed Xueyan's spiritual skills. Xueyan was helpless with him, but Xueyan was very strange. How could he care about him?

Han Tian was not angry either, so he leaned close to Xueyan and smiled slightly. "It is rumored that I will die at your hands. I have to know if you have the ability to kill me."

"I..." Xueyan was slightly angry. He knew that even if Xueyan was not injured, he was not his opponent. Did he come from all over the place to laugh at him?

"You can kill me." Han Tian did not mean to laugh at me, but instead comforted Xueyan seriously. "So, don't work so hard anymore, you can take my life away at any time."

"Why? Everyone wants life to last, but you are determined to die. Have you lived enough?" Xueyan was very surprised, not knowing whether what he said was true or false.

"Yes, it's enough." Han Tian stared at Xueyan and met her. This life was enough.

"But..." Xueyan suddenly felt that he was so lonely, and he was a little pitiful.

"My life is yours, and it will always be yours." His eyes seemed to be looking forward to it, and he was tempted in his words, as if he was telling a true story, but Xueyan knew very well that she could not even touch a single finger of his.

"I don't believe it." Xueyan shook her head repeatedly.

"I can't get what I want, so I'd better fulfill you." Han Tian's expression was sad. "It also fulfilled myself..."

"What are you talking about?" Xueyan looked confused. All this was not logical. He was in the three realms, and he was in the cold world. What else could he not get?

Han Tian did not answer, but looked at Xueyan with deep eyes. Facing Han Tian's sadness, she was slightly moved. She obviously felt that Han Tian's loneliness was too lonely, and he was a little lonely and a little ethereal.

In fact, Hantian does not need the Three Realms. He only needs Xueyan’s hug, but he will never get it again.

"Anyway, you don't have to fight so hard anymore. After killing me, you can go back to heaven." Han Tian said calmly, planning his future for Xueyan. "Don't be hurt again if you have a happy life in heaven."

"What are you talking about!" Did he come here to die? Xueyan was a little angry. She didn't know the origin of her previous relationship with Han Tian. She only felt that this enemy in her fate was strange. With her ability, she just thought that Han Tian was teasing her, or that there was a secret that Xueyan didn't know on him. "Do you let me go and think I don't have the ability to kill you, or is there a past between us that I don't know?"

As soon as these words came out, Xueyan seemed to have a faint expectation in her heart. She wanted to know the truth! Tell me, Hantian, tell me who you are! Return the memories I lost to me!

"No, there is nothing." Han Tian cut the railway firmly. He didn't dare to look at Xueyan's eyes. He was afraid of being sad when he saw her. "We are just old enemies, irreconcilable enemies, that's all!"

"Then why do you say these words and why do you care about my safety?" Xueyan asked. "Who are you? Who are you?"

"I am Han Tian, ​​the person you must kill!"

"Since you know that I want to kill you, why do you let me go? Am I not bound your strength?" Xueyan refused to let go. She wanted to know the truth, a truth that the whole world hid from her!

"I think I no longer need the power of the Supreme Evil Soul, your bondage doesn't matter to me."

"Did you let me go because of this?" Xueyan kept shook her head. "No, there must be something I don't know!"

Xueyan was a little excited. Should she remember something? No, she must not remember everything she used to.

"I don't think you, a small immortal in heaven, can do anything to me. It's better to let you live and play with me." Han Tian stood up and shrugged without hesitation. He couldn't let Xueyan think of anything and pretended to laugh at her indifferently.

Now the more Xueyan hates him, she will be as safe as she can. Only when Xueyan has enough reason to kill him will she take action. Only when Han Tian dies can Xueyan be happy.

Xueyan tried to clench her fists, and the power to suppress her seemed to weaken. With her toes raised, Po Xue Sword rose into the air. Xue Yan reached out to catch it and waved straight towards Han Tian. Although Po Xue Sword was an immortal sword and was cast by the ice soul on the Ice Snow Peak, it was extraordinary spiritual power, but in Han Tian's eyes, it was just a toy. For him, it did not have any lethality. Han Tian did not take action, nor did he even avoid it. He just turned sideways slightly and flicked the sword body with his slender fingers. Po Xue Sword whispered, and the shocking force flowed along the sword body to the hilt. Xue Yan felt his palm numbness and instinctively let go of the sword in his hand.

The sword body was picked up again in the gap of falling. Han Tian picked up the Poxue sword and threw it towards the wall. The Poxue sword was straightened back into the sheath. Xueyan took the opportunity to condense his spiritual power. The silver-white halo shone brightly in his hand. Han Tian grabbed her hand and pulled her to her side. The spiritual power was extinguished. Xueyan looked at Han Tian in shock.

"Don't use your true energy. You are still weak and need a good rest." His eyes were filled with care and whispering in Xueyan's ear. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I will never."

Xueyan didn't know what he was talking about, and couldn't even tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. She just looked at him in shock, wondering what he was thinking.

Han Tian silently placed his hand on Xueyan's back and used his true energy to heal her wounds. As soon as Xueyan was about to resist, she touched the small porcelain bottle in her sleeve. There was pollen from Mandala. When she went to save Zijie last time, she hurriedly stuffed it into her sleeve. Xueyan was secretly happy. Since she couldn't beat her, she might as well dizzy him first and then carefully examine what conspiracy they had in the demon world.

Xueyan moved for a moment, Hantian's true energy flowed between her meridians, gently soothing her pain. The wound on her body no longer hurts. Xueyan felt a little soft-hearted. Although Hantian was his old enemy, she had never done anything that she hated, and even saved her from danger repeatedly. Now she helped him heal her wounds. What was he thinking about when he treated himself so kindly?

The small porcelain vase was still in her hand. Xueyan thought to herself that the mandala pollen would not hurt people, so it would be better to be confused first. It would not be too late to question it carefully. So she quietly opened the small porcelain vase, stood up suddenly, waved her hand and raised it lightly, and the air instantly filled with a rich fragrance.

Xueyan turned around to look at Han Tian, ​​thinking that he must be lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, but turned around and met Han Tian's gaze.

"What is this? It smells so fragrant?" Han Tian sniffed the fragrance of flowers in the air curiously.

He was actually sober. Xueyan looked at him and was stunned. What kind of monster he was? How could he be immune to this Mandala's drug!

Oh no, Xueyan was just surprised and forgot to hold her breath until she left here. She took a breath just now. The fragrance of mandala was sweet when it sucked into her nose. Before Xueyan could react, she felt dizzy in front of her eyes and her feet were floating. What should I do? What should I do? Before I could figure out a solution, I leaned back directly. Hantian supported her and let her fall into her arms.

The night was quiet and silent. Xueyan fell asleep quietly in Hantian's arms. Hantian put the small porcelain bottle in her hand on the table beside her.

"What a headache for a child." Han Tian smiled at her sleeping look, shook her head helplessly, carried her to the bed, and whispered in her ear. "You don't like me here, I'll leave." Han Tian straightened up, stroked Xueyan's head, and said lovingly. "You have to take good care of yourself."
Chapter completed!