1732 There is a kind of love called Yue Qingqing
By the time she reached the third one, all the fusion power she had split was consumed.
When she went to grab the flameless fire again, it was her body that burned.
The pain to her bones made her brows furrow instantly, and her hands trembled uncontrollably, she clenched her teeth, and she broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but she couldn't show the slightest.
Even if she couldn't control the trembling, she also relied on her willpower to control it.
As fast as she could, she put those lifeless fires into the metal rings, and then threw the metal rings into the Qingchen Residence, and this series of actions had already been smooth.
Those subtle flaws did not arouse Duanmu Chen's doubts.
In order to control the last flame creature not to attack Yue Qing, he had no way to focus on Yue Qing all the time, and as he consumed, he had to control it more and more carefully.
Yue Qing took advantage of these gaps to subdue those breathless fires.
Finally, the last three remained!
The fusion power in Yue Qing's body was left with a thin layer of skin, and she took a deep breath, and that breath seemed to suppress the pain a little, making her gaze sharp again: "Duanmu Chen......"
She shouted again, and another flame creature came up to her.
Without the slightest hesitation, she raised her hand and grabbed the breathless fire that appeared after the flame creature had collapsed.
There can be no pause! Can't show anything unusual!
That's all left for the last three!
Come on, Moon Light!
I don't know when it started, she needs to cheer herself up.
But when the power of fusion was consumed again, her palm touched the breathless fire again, and she gasped in pain.
"Hiss~"
The sound was very subtle, and it was quickly dispersed by the heat contained in the space, but it attracted Duanmu Chen's attention.
"Qing'er? Is something wrong? ”
"Nope!" As soon as Yue's soft words fell, Duanmu Chen had already arrived in front of her.
The pungent smell of burnt food rushed into his nose, Duanmu Chen's pupils shrank, and he grabbed her hand.
Scarred? Flesh and blood blur?
Are these enough to describe the light injuries of the moon?
Absolutely not enough!
The palms of both of her hands were already burned, and they were charred black!
Duanmu Chen's hands began to tremble, and Yue gently but without hesitation withdrew his hands.
"Duanmu Chen, there are only the last three left!" The moon gently tugged at the corners of her mouth, and once again grabbed the fireless fire with her bare hands in front of him.
"Zi~"
It is like the sound of oil-covered meat skewers placed on a red charcoal fire during barbecue.
Yue Qing finally could no longer hide her expression at this time, grinned a little, and then threw the iron ring into the center of Qingchen.
The two pieces of burnt skin in the palm of her hand fell.
Without the cover of scorched skin, her white and tender palms were deeply sunken, and even the piercing hand bones could be seen.
How many times has the burnt skin come off?
What was it like for her to hold the flameless fire with her bare hands again after that piece of scorched skin had fallen off?
"Duanmu Chen......" She still called him in this extremely calm tone, but there was no restless fire as usual.
Duanmu Chen scattered the two flame creatures at the same time, and the mysterious power in his body swirled out like a whirlwind, attracting ten lifeless fires to surround him.
Just as the Breathless Fire was all attached to him, he withdrew the only remaining Xuan power.