In a rush, xuanyuanche's black blood almost spurted into the sky, but there was no trace of the king of medicine.
Step by step, standing beside Ryukyu, xuanyuanche's face is full of rage, surrounded by the bright orange light, reflecting his iron black, charming and cold.
Flame flying, Ryukyu turned to look at xuanyuanche, both eyes flashed a thick murderous gas.
"Put out the fire, put out the fire..." Just around the thick murderous atmosphere, all the soldiers who came here shouted wildly.
Chaotic figures came from all directions.
Thick soil, trees, water, face the fire.
This time, it's a mess of words.
Standing in the flame flying, Ouyang stood side by side in front of him. Xuanyuanche and Ryukyu, who had not spoken since they startled the king of medicine, glanced at the vast fire sea and disordered soldiers around him, with their eyebrows slightly raised.
In this way, he had to say, the king of medicine is really doing well.
Although from the perspective of Ryukyu, he would like to eat meat and sleep with the king of medicine, but from the perspective of a free man who does not help each other, he would applaud.
It's good, it's good, it's a hand to praise.
The mountain wind is cool and the sea of fire is vast.
The whole sky is orange, and the fire is far away.
The Moon Palace sinks rapidly to the west, and the sky is almost dark. It's the last darkness before dawn.
The fire was put out.
the entire pile of grain and grass was burned to a scorched earth, black smoke billowing, and scorched earth with the mountain wind.
"How much is the loss?" When he saw xuanyuanche, who had not made a sound since the attack on the grain and grass, he saw that the four sides had cleaned up properly, and Qiuwen ran to him with a dark face, Fang lenglengleng opened his mouth.
Autumn trace touched the black ash on one's face, brow tight wrinkly way: "almost burned more than half."
There is no spark in dry grain.
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