Lucky star, cute baby, fairy mother is so handsome

At this time, the arrows shot by Liu Jiang and others had set the camp on fire.

In the main tent, six lifeless and lifeless soldiers stood on both sides.

General He Cheng hurriedly entered and bowed to the person on the throne.

"Marshal, there are many fires in the camp. The fires are controllable and will be extinguished soon."

The person on the main seat looked up, it was Duanmu Zhan, the second prince of Tianyu.

He asked with a sinister expression, "Casualties?"

"none."

"Let me chase them, they..." pointing to the six soldiers in the tent, "They can't die. If Shangguan Jiuyou's people go back alive, won't my face be lost?"

"I humble my duty and obey my orders."

The dull thunder became louder and louder, shaking people's hearts and making them unable to calm down.

The sentry looked up from time to time and said to himself: It's going to rain heavily.

No one thought that this was not thunder at all, but the little silver dragon roaring excitedly.

There was no moon in the sky, and it was as dark as ink. To those who saw it, the figure of the little silver dragon was just a bolt of lightning tearing through the night sky.

It came to the sky above the camp, circled very quickly, found the main tent with its sharp and bright eyes, and emitted powerful energy, setting it on fire.

"The main tent is on fire." Someone shouted.

People who were fighting the fire came again carrying buckets of water.

“轰......”

The little silver dragon roared, passed over the tents, and lit several tents on fire with the energy contained in its eyes.

He opened his mouth wide again and exhaled fiercely.

The air was like a strong wind blowing through the camp. The fire spread instantly and soon got completely out of control.

The soldiers who were busy putting out the fire had dull movements and empty eyes.

He didn't even seem to feel the fire on his body. He just ran around and repeatedly fetched water and poured water on the fire.

Little Silver Dragon was not worried that the fire would be extinguished.

Can the fire formed by the gathering of spiritual energy be extinguished with water?

It overlooked the sea of ​​fire for a moment and then flew up into the sky. Within a few breaths, its figure had disappeared into the sky.

Duanmu Zhan was escorted out of the camp by six guards.

The fire was blazing. His face was ferocious, and his vicious eyes looked around.

It was concluded that there was no way to save the camp and the soldiers could not break out of the sea of ​​​​fire.

He suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist, put it against He Cheng's chest, and asked sullenly, "Is this what you call controllable?"

"Bizhi is guilty. I beg the marshal to spare Bizhi's life. Bizhi has a teleportation talisman that can help the marshal leave this place safely."

Duanmu Zhan sheathed his sword and said with full anger, "You should be glad that you are still useful."

"Thank you Marshal for not killing me."

He Cheng did not dare to delay, and quickly lit the teleportation talisman. With a word of offence, he put his arm around Duanmu Zhan's waist, and the two of them disappeared as if they suddenly evaporated.

Those soldiers who could not be killed by swords and whose wounds could heal themselves caught fire and ran around, and finally fell into the sea of ​​fire and turned into ashes.

The strange thing is that they didn't make any sound of pain during the whole process, as if it didn't hurt at all.

The teleportation talisman sent He Cheng and Duanmu Zhan to Mucheng on the Tianyu border.

The two of them came to the city lord's mansion. Duanmu Zhan asked He Cheng to go and pass the news. After a cup of tea, the door of the mansion opened wide, and the city lord and his people hurried over to welcome him into the mansion.

Duanmu Zhan asked for a secluded courtyard and wrote two letters.

One for the emperor, and one for Ji Dongli, the leader of the holy religion.

Then he sneered and broke the pen in his hand, "Jiujiajun, I will recover today's losses with interest."

The little silver dragon came to a place close to the Jiujiajun station, transformed into a small form, and crawled towards Shangguan Jiuyou's tent.

It was half past Yin hour, but the Jiujiajun garrison was brightly lit.

Everyone was excited about the burning of the Tianyu Demon Army camp.

After being trampled by the demon army for days, many brothers died. Today, only a thousand people were dispatched to burn the demon army station to ashes. It was really satisfying to avenge the past.

In the main account.

Liu Shi asked Liu Jiang while waiting for Shangguan Jiuyou, "Is it really burned down?"

Liu Jiang was very excited and held his hand tightly, "Really. The fire was soaring into the sky and no one escaped. Am I awesome?"

After fighting for a long time, this time was the most enjoyable and the most satisfying for him.

"Awesome." It's just that there are many doubts and there are many things that I can't figure out.

For example, he had used fire to sneak attack the demon army's garrison before, but with little effect.

The station is close to the river, so water trucks can easily transport water, and it is also convenient to put out fires.

The development of the fire this time was unprecedentedly rapid, and those things were indestructible to humans, ghosts, and swords. It was like a thorn in his heart, and it felt so unreal, like a dream, to be pulled out like this.

Liu Jiang knew what he was thinking and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, there was no wind the last few times, but today the weather is favorable and the place is favorable, so it's done."

The little Yinlong lying under the bed rolled his eyes and looked at Liu Jiang's feet through the gap with disdain.

Secretly complaining: bullshit, the right time, right place, right people, bullshit, you are awesome, that’s all thanks to your grandfather and me.

Just your little spark, which is neither painful nor itchy, can do anything?

I don’t understand why the master asked you to participate in arson. It’s useless.

"See you, Master." Liu Shi and Liu Jiang clasped their fists and saluted.

"No courtesy, sit down."

Shangguan Jiuyou's ears twitched slightly and his eyes looked almost imperceptibly towards the bottom of the bed.

Liu Shi and Liu Jiang have been with him for a long time and know what that look means.

"What is it? Come out." Liu Shi shouted sharply.

The little silver dragon's spiritual power was exhausted and his body was a little weak. He fell asleep at some point. He was talking to Duke Zhou at this time and did not hear these words.

"Stop shouting, I'll catch him." Liu Jiang walked to the bed in a few steps. He got into position and lifted and moved the bed by himself.

The sudden brightness woke the little silver dragon from his dream.

"Master, it turned out to be a little snake."

Little silver dragon...snake? Blind? For the sake of my master, I won’t argue with you.

It held its head high and its chest high, and crawled towards Shangguan Jiuyou proudly and arrogantly.

All in all, he is full of dragon style.

Suddenly feeling weightless, it struggled subconsciously.

"Master, this little thing wants to escape." Liu Jiang said, holding its tail.

Little silver dragon? ? ?

Which of your fucking eyes saw me trying to escape?

"Liu Jiang, bring it here."

Liu Jiang approached and handed it over with both hands. Shangguan Jiuyou's eyes were full of disgust, "Put it on the ground."

"Master, such a small thing can only make soup."

The little silver dragon was so angry that he wanted to crawl over and bite Liu Jiang a few times to vent his anger. But he couldn't move, his tail was stepped on by Shangguan Jiuyou.