Mo Xiaozao felt the coldness of the flames, and took two steps back to stare at Bai Luohuan's hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Under her gaze, Bai Luohuan's hand was surrounded by flames, but the flames did not meet and began to spread greatly along the hand, just a few breaths, Bai Luohuan was wrapped in green flames.

As soon as her standing legs were weak, she sat on the ground and looked at Bai Luohuan in front of her in horror.

If Bai Luohuan hadn't taken it away, she would be the one who was wrapped in flames now, and what scared her even more was that inside the flames, layers of ice covered Bai Luohuan's body.

"Stay away." Mo Xiwen pushed her away and took out her usual talisman from the bag on the side.

The red cinnabar left traces on the talisman, and with Mo Xi'e's obscure words, it flew up like a sharp blade on the flames to separate the flames.

"It's fine." Bai Luohuan held the talisman, the flames on her body gradually extinguished, and more than ten centimeters of ice were thickly wrapped around her.

She grabbed Mo Xi'an and looked at Bai Luohuan who was frozen into ice from a distance.

Bai Luohuan moved his body, watching the solid ice fall to the ground one after another, crackling and forming puddles of water stains.

"This flame will be even colder when stimulated by the talisman." Bai Luohuan's body emitted moisture, and he rummaged through a suit with his small bag, "But this flame is useless to me." ”

The little hand continued to rummage through the contents of the bag, and pouted helplessly.

She wouldn't say that this flame was left behind by the thunderbolt when she struck her, and the flame was also sold by her for 150,000 plants.

After confirming that the remaining flames in the bag could not be seen, Bai Luohuan pulled out his little hand.

"And what kind of fire is this flame?" Mo Xiaozao squatted beside Bai Luohuan and handed the orange he was holding in his hand to Bai Luohuan.

"It's just an ordinary divine fire, but what's going on with your text if you don't look for it now? What the hell is that smoky moon tide? ”

"I'm already asking." Mo Xiaozao dropped the orange and looked at Li Haiyang's dialog box.

Li Haiyang replied to her sentence in seconds to help me check the text, and sent her a screenshot of a string of numbers, and explained to her in detail the source of each one.

She didn't even realize that her writings were available in so many places.

After reading Li Haiyang's explanation, she asked Li Haiyang if he knew about the recent comments and whether there was any way to solve it.

"This article is yours?" Li Haiyang didn't answer her, but asked her.

"Yes. It was before giving you this article. She replied to Li Haiyang, her long eyelashes hanging down, covering her eyes.

I used to tell Li Haiyang that I was a newcomer, but now I have to leak my pen name.

Fortunately, this is a completely new article, and it has nothing to do with the pen name of the confined.

"I've seen this article before, although I didn't pay attention to it, but the comments below are really bad, and I deliberately made trouble here."

"Yes, the one of the Moon."

"Then you might as well give up."

"It made me sick before, why do you want me to give up now? Don't you want to mess with her? ”

Her disgusted tone was undisguised, and she didn't forget to send Li Haiyang a doubly disgusted expression, waiting for Li Haiyang's reply worriedly.

Talking to an editor like this is nothing more than a bet, betting on Li Haiyang's care about Mo Xi's sister-in-law, and his dislike for the misty moon.