The butler also helped Shen Moxin: "It is not that we rushed to save you in time. You are now a body. You should be grateful to our Missy, not the fall of the enemy."

Whether they have fallen or not, they know it well.

Xiao Yu closed her eyes, letting her tears slipped into the jade-like cheeks, and her heart trembled. She did not continue to argue. It was unnecessary. Now the most important thing is to save Song Pingyong.

Feng Shaoqi and Xiaoqi saw Xiao Yu’s painful tears and could do nothing. Song Pingyong became what it is today. Except for the eyes that could not be opened, there is nothing to prove that he is still alive.

But everyone knows that Shen Mo core will not take a dead person and Xiao Yu for fire.

Xiao Yu opened his eyes again and calmed down a lot. The cold voice said to Shen Mo core: "First let me go."

Shen Mo core eyes flashed through the fine light, stunned and said: "I have already brought people to bring you over, you are afraid that he can not run?" Turned his head to "South China Jun" softly: "Nanhua, you put the fire Take it out, let me put it here, you give me the fire."

She does not believe in "South China Jun", but is bound to win the fire.

Xiao Yukong shrank, and the fingertips hidden in the sleeves appeared a cyan fire core. She wanted to pass the fire core to the purple clothes. Shenmoxin deliberately opposed her, separating her and purple clothes with her own body.

When Xiao Yu was thinking of a way, she heard the purple clothes "hmm", and she looked at the purple clothes that she was puzzled. I saw him taking out the big tripod of watermelon from the sleeves, and the blue flames burning like little thumbs in the tripod. .

This……

Xiao Yu was awkward, and the cyan flame she had handed over to the purple clothes should have been extinguished for a long time. It is impossible to keep it until now.

Looking closely, Xiao Xiaoran realized that this is not the cyan flame that she gave to the purple clothes. Although it is very similar, there is still a difference. The green of the flame is tender, like the young leaves that have just sprouted, she handed it over to The flame of the purple coat is the pure cyan of the long-cooked.

Out of the trust of "Nanhua Jun", when Shen Moxin saw the "fire", the eyeballs glowed, and there was no doubt about the true and false of "fire", and naturally there was no fine resolution.

Shen Mo core waved his hand and gestured to the next person to hand over Song Pingyong to Xiao Yu. At the same time, she reached out and took the cyan flame of "Nanhua Jun".

She said that Ding was given to "Nanhua Jun", she would not take the tripod, as long as "fire" is fine.

When Xiao Yu opened his arm to pick up Song Pingyong, Feng Ling took her step by step and caught Song Pingyong. He held the unconscious old man in his arms. He moved very lightly, avoiding the old man being hooked by iron. Through the cheekbones.

"Oh." Xiao Yu’s voice trembled. The old man did not hear the call of his loved one. He stared at his sluggish eyes and did not turn to look at Xiao Yu.

"Oh." Xiao Yu shouted again, and the trembling was even worse. The old man still did not respond. Xiao Yu’s eyes hurt and looked at the bones that the old man was piercing. The blood on the one side was dry, and the blood on the other side was fresh and flowing down. It was the second time that the next person brought Song Pingyong. hurt.

Xiao Yu knows that it must be very painful. Even if it hurts like that, it can't make the old man wrinkle his eyebrows, turn his eyes and make a cry.

She poured out a few pieces of the best medicine in tears. When she was fed Song Pingyong, he closed his teeth and Xiao Yu reached out and gently opened it. When the medicine was fed into his mouth, he did not know how to swallow. It quickly became a saliva, and it was going to flow out of his mouth.

Xiao Xiaoji did not know how to do it. Feng Ling suddenly put Xiao Ping’s head down. His finger clicked on the throat of his throat. Song Pingyong’s throat rolled and swallowed the drug.

"He is very hurt, leave here first."

Feng Ling suddenly picked up Song Pingyong, decisively to Xiao Yudao.

Xiao Yu nodded, tears fell, her eyes flashed anger and hate, she will come back to find Shenmo core revenge.

Shen Moxin reached for the "fire". When the finger just touched the "fire", it was burned. She screamed with a low pain and slightly retracted her finger. When she wanted to get it again, "Nanhua Jun" suddenly Put away the tripod.

Shen Moxin’s heart snorted and heard “Nanhua Jun” caring about her fingertips that were “hot” red.

"Is your finger okay?"

Shen Mo core felt warm, the doubts in his heart disappeared, and the cheeks were red and the words "Nanhua Jun" said: "I am fine."

"Nanhua Jun" sighed and looked at Shenmoxin as if blaming. He said: "The fire is not a fire. You have seen it so powerful. How can you get it up in a foolish way?"

Shen Moxin thinks that "South China Jun" is justified. When he thinks that "Nanhua Jun" took out the "fire", the "fire" is in Dingzhong. So, she wants "fire", isn’t it Also brought it?

She promised "South China Jun", Ding gave him.

Shen Mo core made it difficult, that is, this time, Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu will leave with Song Pingyong.

Shen Moxin originally planned to get the fire, and he killed Xiao Xiao, a small monk. Now that the fire has not yet arrived, she does not dare to act rashly. There are two god-level beasts on the little monk, let alone her, her father. At the same time, I dare not move Xiao Yu easily.

Shen Mo core can only watch Xiao Yu take away the seriously injured Song Pingyong, but it doesn't matter, the fire is at hand, and it is not too late to kill Xiao Yu.

After a while.

Shen Moxin twisted his fingers, or blushing to the mouth of "Nanhua Jun": "Nanhua, or you will give me the tripod and the fire! Let me find the father to take the fire, I will give you the tripod."

Nanhua Jun nostalgic looked at Shen Mo core, Zhu Xian's face, cold like a lake with thick ice, his body also released a chill, Shen Mo core felt the air cold, she looked at Nanhua Jun surprised, not Understand how Nanhua Jun’s face changed and changed? She just wants to use it, and she never wants to take it.

Shen Mo core has some unreasonable explanations.

Nan Huajun always licks his thin lips and does not say a word. If you look closely, you can find that his loose-fitting sleeves are tightly pinched, seemingly suppressing the angry mood.

The current Nanhua Jun is not a purple coat, he is the real Nanhua Jun.

The purple dress left with Xiao Yu and took away the tripod. Nanhua Jun has neither fire nor tripod. What does he give to Shenmo?

Even if he said the purple coat to Shen Mo core, no one would believe it. He would only think that he did not want to hand over the fire, and he was looking for an excuse.

Too sinister.

Nanhua Jun’s heart is dark, and the tight face can’t face the explanation, and then he asks him to ignite and die.

It’s been a long time.

Nanhuajun was a bit unstoppable, and Shenmoxin began to have doubts about Nanhuajun. She did not want to question Nanhuajun, but his expression told her that the fire and the tripod did not seem to be on him.

Where is that?

Shen Moxin’s heart suddenly sinks into the bottom of the valley. Did Nanhua Jun and Xiao Yu lie to her?

"You gave the fire and the trip to Xiao Yu." Shen Mo core scorpion suddenly hurts, her heart is more painful, she is so convinced that Nan Huajun, deceived by the beloved man, just like a heart knife was inserted.

The green tendons of Nanhuajun’s temples jumped, and the things that the purple clothes used to do with his body became all his sins.

Nanhua Jun's thin lips and micro-opening, intends to tell Shen Mo core directly, he has no fire and tripod, then the voice of the purple clothes suddenly floated into his ears like a ghost.

"You have cured my little boy's embarrassment, I will help you through the current difficulties."

Nanhua Jun's eyebrows move, purple clothes are still nearby?

Even if the purple clothes are not said, he will also save Song Pingyong, which is Xiao Yu’s confession. As long as Xiao Yu speaks, he will not refuse.

Nan Huajun felt that there was no need to do more in purple clothes.