Chapter 1780

God help me too!

Mu Qing felt the power of these four words like never before.

As long as the wind blows in the direction of the Gong family army, they will not be shrouded in smoke and dust, and will not die of suffocation.

As for the fire, it will definitely not spread so fast.

Chu Yunyao looked back at the blazing fire, observed the terrain, and said to Mu Qing: "Send someone to clean up all the trees, weeds, dead branches and leaves from here to there.

When the fire spreads here, there is nothing to burn, and it may be extinguished. "

A glimmer of hope lit up in Mu Qing's eyes: "Should we move some stones to fill this area to prevent the fire from spreading?"

"Alright." Chu Yunyao looked up at the sky, closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, praying: "God, if you are alive in the sky, let it rain quickly."

Mu Qing: "..."

It would be nice to be able to blow the wind, and it is too embarrassing for the sky to rain in this weather.

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Gong Yao saw the thick smoke rising into the air to cover the sky and cover the sun, covering the sky above his head as black as a dark cloud. It didn't take long for him to smell the choking smoke in his nostrils.

Gong Yao covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief: "What's going on?"

Guard: "Master, there is a sudden wind, and the direction of the wind is blowing towards us."

Gong Yao: "..."

Gong Yao, who was already in a panic, became irritable, and he punched the table in hatred, almost gnashing his teeth: "This time, even God is helping her.

I don't believe it anymore. How long will God help her? No matter which way the smoke blows, it will burn the whole mountain to me. "

"Yes." The guard took the order and left.

Gong Yao only felt that the smell of smoke and dust in his nostrils was stronger. He paced back and forth in the tent, his words were full of resignation: "This beautiful river and mountain belongs to my Gong family. It's mine, and it must never fall into Mo Lingyuan's hands."

Because of the wind, in the evening, the fire was slower than expected and spread to the middle of the mountain.

Chu Yunyao stood on a high rock with a cloak on, looking at the Mohist guards who had dug out a wide isolation zone, her frowning brows gradually relaxed: "It's getting dark, I hope the fire won't spread come over."

The sky is getting darker, the fog in the mountains is getting heavier, and even the air is heavy with moisture.

A drop of water fell on Bao'er's face, and Bao'er raised her hand to wipe it off: "The dew is too much, and our isolation zone may have been dug in vain. The dew has all fallen on my face."

"It's not dew, it's raining." Mu Qing wiped the water from his face, his voice filled with uncontrollable joy, "It's really raining, young lady, your prayer was heard by God, God Apparition."

Chu Yunyao raised her head and looked at the dark sky, as raindrops fell on her face one after another.

Chu Yunyao hurriedly said: "Hurry up, put up the tent quickly, lest it rains too much and everyone gets gonorrhea, cook some hot ginger soup to drive everyone away from the cold."

Boa: "..."

Mu Qing: "..."

The young lady's brain circuit is really different from theirs, and she always thinks about things to prepare for a rainy day, instead of just thinking about the situation in front of her.

The fire probably couldn't reach the top of the mountain, so Mu Qing hurriedly withdrew the Mohist army who were still digging the isolation zone, and ordered them to build tents on the paved stones, and ordered people to set up tents in the crude tents built with branches. Make ginger tea in the house.

Standing in the rain, Mu Qing felt the raindrops getting bigger and bigger. He couldn't help but to worship, and became more and more happy: "Thanks to Mrs. Young Madam, I can sleep well again tonight, hahaha!"