Sad Li

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Han Jin is waiting.

The thing he hates most is waiting.Waiting for a person, an event, a result that he cannot decide, is really tantamount to torture for him.But his dislike is natural, and I'm afraid few people like to wait; it's just that Han Jin can't bear it.

In order to avoid waiting, he can pay ten times the money and pay ten times the price, just to buy it ready-made.It's not something that can be picked up immediately, he would rather abandon it, just because of this, he doesn't have many friends.This is not to say that his time is particularly precious, and he does not want to waste it; in fact, when he has nowhere to go but looks back, he can hardly remember what he has done.

Just like now.

Of course, it may be because he has no interest in looking back.He would rather wait.

Wait for the door to open, wait for someone to come in, wait for a disposal.It's also possible that no one will ever come in.

That's even easier.wait to die.

He had dealt with Deathstroke quite a bit, and on several occasions he even felt it grab his neck.But it was all sharp, violent, and fleeting, like a falcon whose black shadow suddenly swept across the ground, and the roof beams that collapsed above his head engulfed him in an instant.And this endless waiting, like ten thousand ants devouring his body, like nail walls slowly advancing on both sides, crushed him together with the utmost despair and the corresponding desire for the so-called miracle that he could not give up until the last moment end.

"If only I could sleep," he thought.Of course it is difficult.First of all, he closed his eyes, then quickly opened them, and then closed them again.

The last time he closed it, it was because he subconsciously wanted to pretend that he didn't know anything in front of the visitor.Its mood is probably similar to that of a child sleeping when his parents come to make rounds, as if a person who is asleep should not be disturbed anymore.

He didn't want to wait any longer, and he didn't want to know the result.As if he could do whatever he wanted!

Someone came in.And it's two.The footsteps of one he knew well; the other he had never heard.

— never heard of it?

Han Jin suddenly opened his eyes, and it was too late to close them again.He had already seen Meng Fanghui.

These three words first popped up in his head, and then he compared the person in front of him based on the impressions brought up by these three words.If this step is reversed, it may not work.The other party obviously implemented the same steps on him, and the conclusions were temporarily shelved, because Meng Fanghui had already reached out to him.

Meng Fang returned his left hand.

He could no longer recognize Meng Fanghui's footsteps, and even couldn't remember Meng Fanghui's face, but he was very familiar with the hand holding the sword.To the south of Dongting, to the left of Xiaoxiang, there are rare talents born in the martial arts world.Fanghua Sword Master is far from a myth, but it is a dream that many people doubt when they are young.

Who is he himself?

The sky, the next, the first, the first.