Long Xiaopeng helplessly sighed, one-handedly printed, and a group of blue spirits hit the night feathers and shoulders.

This time, the blue spirit is more intense than just the one, and the fragrance is more attractive.

Zhu Zihu and Shi Qing looked at the dragon chubby, and they smelled the medicinal scent of the two people subconsciously swallowing.

"Long Ye, Miss, she... is it okay?" Shi Qing looked at the dragon chubby with some guilty conscience and whispered.

Long Xiaopeng muttered: "Can't die."

"Oh..." Shi Qing’s eyes were wide open, and his heart was relieved. He said: No worries about life, Miss is a six-product pharmacist, and the injury must be healed.

With the mental power to quietly explore the injury of the night feathers, the body's spiritual power is nearly exhausted. If it is not the physical strength, it is estimated that it will be shot by Jiu Chenyin.

"Long Ye, when can Miss wake up?" Shi Qing asked softly, and there was some embarrassment in his eyes. After all, he came to protect the night feathers. As a result, he is now very good...

Long Xiaopeng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He looked up at Shi Qing: "You tell me about the battle."

After?

In Shi Qing’s eyes, what did Longye listen to?

Although the heart is puzzled, but looking at the expression of dragon chubby with a dignified expression, Shi Qing still told the battle through the 151.

"Wait? What did you just say? The nine-sounding tone used a technique that exudes red spiritual power? What kind of concrete." Long Xiaopeng listened to Shi Qing, half of it, and suddenly planned to tell Shi Qing.

"Yeah!" Shi Qing definitely nodded and continued: "The nine-sounds used the power method and the spiritual power repair did not change, but the momentum increased a lot, the body strength and speed have correspondingly improved, and the moment will be missed. In the past, right, when the secret technique used by Jiu Chenyin was wrapped in red spirit, it was shot on his head."

Chi Fengxia!

Long Xiaopeng’s eyes glanced at the night feathers at the feet, and the people who met the actual Chi Fengxia could still live. The little girl was lucky this time...

"How is the little girl injured?" asked Long Xiaopeng frowning.

Shi Qing will be the last injury to the night feathers, the process of winning is described in detail, and some worried about the dragon chubby.

Behind the shoulders! Long Xiaopeng glanced at him, quickly squatting down, turning over the body of the night feathers, gently picking up the clothes at the neck of the night feathers, and you can see a red palm print on the shoulders.

Sure enough...

The dragon chubby eyes are a little bit dignified, and the poison is poisoned. This is troublesome!

Inflammatory, highly toxic with the same nature as fire poison, will cause great damage to the human body, except that fire poison is mostly accompanied by different fires, and the beast fire is born. Inflammation is cultivated through some high-level exercises.

Inflammation is more rare than fire, and it is more difficult to resolve.

The heart flashed over the relevant information about the inflammation. Long Xiaopeng was worried about a night glance at the night feathers. It is estimated that it was difficult for the night feathers to wake up before the inflammation was relieved.

What can be done in this place...

The dragon's heart suddenly moved, and the white tender little hand pressed at the night feathers, and the heart sipped: "Fire spirit, come out, your master has an accident."

Hey.

A slight spiritual fluctuation occurred, and the fire spirit became a bird and appeared next to the night feathers.

As soon as the fire spirit appeared, he flew into the air and asked the owner about the situation.

Shi Qing originally knew Huo Ling. At this moment, his face was quite calm. Zhu Zihu on the side could shock his chin.

what's the situation!

Where is this bird coming? !

Can you not be a leader in the body?

Zhu Zihu was shocked to see the dragon chubby and the fire spirit, and he could not understand it.

At this time, Long Xiaopeng couldn’t think about how Zhu Zihu thought about it. He looked up at the fire spirit and waited for the brow to be wrinkled.