Chapter 679

The monsoon smoke smiled at situ Ba and said: "I was going to draw more, but I didn't think that Zhan was so anxious. I haven't finished it yet. The green nightmare army's share, of course, hasn't been drawn."

The simple translation of monsoon smoke is

I was going to draw drawings for the green nightmare army, but when Zhan Fei made a fuss, I took them all out. You see, I have so many. The green nightmare army's share

Sorry, No.

There is no room for refutation.

Situ BA's chest was blocked and his face was almost cracked.

"Then, don't bother general Ji. General Ji will give me a drawing, and I will let someone copy it." Situ Ba forced down the tone of his heart and pretended to be calm.

Monsoons smoke but way: "don't war adult say green nightmare army there already had 'very big' progress?"? How about going on? In this way, my soldiers can have a rest. I'm sure general situ is too embarrassed to make our brothers of the wolf smoke army too tired. "

Don't give it to you. Do you have the ability to ask me?

Don't you like it?

Just keep checking.

Situ BA's face was black and he had never been planted so badly in anyone's hands.

The drawing is in the hand of monsoon smoke. The monsoon smoke doesn't let go. The wolf smoke army will never give a drawing. Yang Shun and monsoon smoke have already formed an alliance. The burning army and the green nightmare army have been tit for tat for many years. It's just a dream.

Situ BA's mood has never been so bad.

He can't fight back when he's eaten by the monsoon smoke. He's never had this breath.

Situ Ba could not pull down his face and ask for a drawing from monsoon smoke. He immediately looked at Zhan Fei, who was blue and white, and gave him a look with a light frown.

Zhan Fei's face was stiff. Situ Ba asked him to ask for drawings from the monsoon smoke!

It's worse than letting Zhan Fei die.

But If the monsoon smoke bites, it will not let go. Once the war begins, even if the number of soldiers of Qingyan is dominant, but without understanding the terrain, it will not be able to feel any benefits.

Zhan Fei's face was blue and white. He looked at the monsoon smoke as if he wanted to eat it.

He clenched his fists and his shoulders trembled. After struggling for many times, he reluctantly watched the monsoon smoke withdraw a smile that was worse than crying.

"General Ji has great talent. Now that we have this thing, we don't have to spend time checking it. We have to bother general Ji Let's get some drawings out. "

This said, half of Zhan Fei's life is almost gone.

Monsoon smoke smiled at Zhan Fei's dying expression, and the smile in his eyes was stronger.

Yang Shun on one side tried hard to hold his smile, and it was a great pleasure to see Zhan Fei and situ Ba eat shriveled.

Only monsoon smoke can hold them down.

"Lord Zhan's words are wrong. I can't guarantee that this drawing is completely correct. I'd better go to the green nightmare army to check it again. We'll be the safest couple in the end." The dead mouth of the monsoon smoke is not worth your life, just don't let go to the drawing.

Zhan Fei's blood almost gushed out. "No need, general Ji is young and promising. This drawing must be accurate and correct. No need to be right again."

"Oh? Does Lord Zhan look up to me so much? " The monsoon smoke said with a smile.