Looking at the people's bewildering reaction, the monsoon smoke waved his hand and said: "don't be shocked, go to clean up the battlefield. By the way, the corpses of the demon clan will not be activated for the moment, and they will be piled up. I will check tomorrow."

After seeing the strength of monsoon smoke, no one would question the order of monsoon smoke. A group of veteran soldiers started to act quickly and shouted those silly recruits to clean up the battlefield together.

The monsoon smoke swept around the crowd and saw a thin figure. She smiled at the corner of her mouth and walked towards the flowing fire standing in the shadow.

"Thanks to you today." The monsoon smoke looks at the current fire. From Linghe's mouths, we know that the reason why the loss can be reduced to such a low level today is that the fire is the only way.

When the monsoon smoke came back, she saw the figure of the flowing fire in the battle in the sky. She felt for the first time The indifferent youth in front of me is different from the figure in my memory.

For a long time, the monsoon smoke believed that the Liuhuo had no combat power. So to this day, she has been standing in front of the Liuhuo to protect herself, but she did not know This young man, who has been protected by her under the wing, has long been the poor little one who suffered from fainting and serious injury.

Looking at the delicate face of Liuhuo, the monsoon smoke could not help lifting his hand and rubbing his head.

"My family is on fire. It's getting worse and worse."

Liuhuo looks at the smiling lips of the monsoon smoke, his eyes are unpredictable.

"This is the first time I've seen you fight." Monsoon flue.

The flow of fire hangs down the eyes.

It was not the first time, but she did not know.

The smile at the bottom of the monsoon smoke's eyes was a little deeper. Suddenly, he took up the small flowing fire's hand and walked towards the camp.

She was still holding the fire.

When he entered the camp, Bai Ze, who was locked in the camp by Liuhuo, saw the shadow of monsoon smoke and rushed to it. The monsoon smoke patted Bai Ze's small head and pulled the Liuhuo to the bedside.

The pair of smiling eyes, in the body of Liuhuo looked at some, and then, "take it off."

Liu Huo is slightly shocked, "take off What is it? "

"Of course, it's undressing," he said with a smile

Liuhuo's face changed a little and looked at the monsoon smoke in surprise.

Monsoon flue: "hurry up, let me see if you are hurt."

Liuhuo raised his heart in his throat and eyes. He was worried about whether he was hurt. He shook his head cleverly and said, "I'm not hurt."

However, the monsoon smoke didn't pay attention to his words at all. Seeing that Liuhuo didn't start yet, she went straight to it and grabbed the Liuhuo's coat directly!

This set of movements, that is called a sharp!

Liuhuo didn't even have time to react. Suddenly, he was picked up by the monsoon smoke. The delicate face turned red in an instant.

"I I didn't really... "

"I don't know if I'm injured until I check myself." Monsoon smoke is a serious nonsense, a pair of eyes, in the flow of fire chest.

The body bone of Liuhuo looks a little thin. It seems that the gesture of the youth has been shown, and the chest of the thin theatre has some muscles. That is the unique gesture of the youth. It is green but full of vitality, just like the most deadly potion in the world.

The eyes of monsoon smoke sweep over the upper body of Liuhuo. Obviously, I feel a little uncomfortable. The hand holding the coat suddenly glides down.