A gust of wind blew, although it brought Hou Cunxin a short coolness, but when the flames rose, the entire air and body were opposed. Flames are not the most harmful, but the exhaust fumes and smoke from flames can suffocate more people or induce respiratory disorders that lead to coma.

Hou Cunxin, who had no mask, held on to the first wave of heat, which brought a choking smoke screen. Hou Cunxin's head went blank in an instant, and he couldn't even watch what he wanted to see. The so-called test of faith is such a time, what Hou Cunxin can do before his consciousness disappears is to look forward to it, and it takes time for miracles to happen.

But there doesn't seem to be any ideal miracle, and Hou Cunxin is about to be smoked to death. Tears rushed around for no apparent reason as if they couldn't hold on, and the liquid flowing down her cheeks had evaporated before they could fall below. The flames grew stronger, and the smoke grew thicker and thicker, like a frog cooked in smoldered water. This kind of slow warming can allow a person to die comfortably without any struggle, provided that the situation really continues like this without anyone intervening.

Another minute passed, and for Hou Cunxin, the perverted flame slowly rose, choking on her own coughing, and her mind was forever in a state of confusion and sobriety, unable to move. The sky seemed unbearable, and a few clouds drifted over to obscure the light. Before Misha could figure it out, the sky rumbled and a heavy rain arrived as expected, but it was still a little fast.

The rain fell without warning, almost all over the courtyard, and the clouds were so low that they were as fierce as a hungry tiger that was about to pounce on everyone. The rain has not been heavy, but this kind of Cheng dù's liquid keeps pouring the flames, so that the flames can't rise, which is a good thing for Hou Cunxin, if you get rid of the smoke.

"What's going on?" Misha asked the ace beside her, her voice was loud, but her expression was not in a hurry. The butler didn't answer for the first time, and he fell into deep thought. A smile appeared on his face. Maybe he realized something, but didn't say it. "You put fire on me"

"No need." Misha's decision was interrupted by the ace, it seemed that the butler had a new idea, just increasing the intensity of the flames was no longer enough to threaten Hou Cunxin, it would only be a waste of time. "Miss, I think it's time to summon the Lieutenant General here." The last sentence was said quietly, as if it were a conspiracy, not a bright one.

"However, the task is not complete, this one. My brother won't be happy when he comes. ”

"No, my young lady. Our mission is accomplished. And if you don't find the lieutenant general, you will soon be unable to calm the scene. Ace looked around, even though this place was now their own people, someone else would soon invade here.

Misha had no choice but to nod her head in agreement, she asked Ace to open the summoning portal according to her own ideas, after all, her brother was going to come sooner or later. Misha said, "Then you act carefully, I will continue to watch here." ”

"Where, where. But I'll have to ask you, Miss. Loyalty and dedication is where our duty lies, and it is also our will, and we must not forget the overall situation because of our own wishes. "This advice is at least sincere, after all, for the servant's ace, the eldest lady and the lieutenant general are both masters, and the way to be loyal to him is to let both people obey the same law, so that the two people do not oppose each other because of the incident, and the eldest lady has always maintained it very well.

So, Ace left. The smoky and drizzled courtyard continues to maintain its status quo. In this area, Lord Death's anxious and attentive gaze has been able to catch the soul many times, but it seems that it has not succeeded, and no one has died as a result of this rebellion so far, which must be the main reason for the disappointment of the Grim Reaper.

Misha watched Hou Cunxin keep it like this, and by now the flame was no longer a climate, after all, because the firewood had long been damp, the magic flame was only cold-tolerant, but it still wouldn't get rid of the definition of combustible in the field of science. Magic and science coexist in this world, and because of the fact that science is too developed in this world, there is no magic in the world, and it is precisely because of this that the illusion of superstition of magicians is created.

A theory is something that can be explained by both science and magic, or stripes. In other words, the assumptions of the scientific method of conditioning and fixation can be understood in the case of magic as the determination of the correct flow of energy in the air. That is to say, everything in the world is a topic, and then this topic can be opposed by magic and science, just because people in the world are accustomed to using the scientific method, and if they use it more, it will naturally become the first choice, and subjectively reject the magic method that most people cannot understand.

Misha tinkered with these theories and quantifications, thinking about how to make the weather in the barrier at its disposal, when the glass in a distant building exploded. The building was a model church house near Misha's Courtyard, and its usual function was to worship. Now there's a terrible explosion in that layer of colorful windows, and it's unbelievable.

The explosion that actually took place on that floor was more obvious than the outside, destroying a lot of valuable objects, but this value was only economic, not cultural. A gust of wind blew from the broken windows of the room, and before the servants around Misha could see clearly, they were unsteady on their feet.

When everyone couldn't stand up straight, something fiery red flew out of the gust of wind. Ueno Dark Fragrance appears, and it seems that she finally came, but a little later than Misha expected.

Misha was both happy and excited to see her appear, because it would bring everyone together. Just like Hou Cunxin guessed, Misha was not a bad person from the beginning, she wanted everyone to be safe, but she also decided that everyone could not disobey her brother, so this was the best way to protect her. That is to catch all the people, do not hurt or let go, and then desperately ensure their safety after my brother comes.

Many people may ask, why didn't Misha directly rebel against her brother, and why did she do it even though she was unwilling to betray her companion who had a bad impression? It may be fear, fear of the power of the elder brother, fear of the irrefutable existence of the mask itself. And the center of fear is not herself, Misha seems to be worried about the possible harm that this group of people from afar may suffer when dealing with her brother's policies.

The dark incense of Ueno that came out was unambiguous, and he rushed to the cross with great speed, and a slash in the shape of a flame knocked Hou Cunxin down, and then caught his body and led him backwards. Dark Xiang knew that once she appeared, it would be impossible to hide again, and she had to take this Hou Cunxin with her.

Just as he was thinking about this, a crack appeared on the mask of Dark Incense, and the sound of the jamming was known only to Dark Fragrance herself. She immediately took off her mask, and when she looked around, she knew that as long as she was still in this barrier, none of the masked girls could resist.

"You're finally here, coward. Then let you know how good I am, or just surrender and we'll have a good discussion" Misha stopped her servant and walked forward, her staff glistening in her hand. "Don't run away like a little girl, I don't have anything to light that damn flame anymore."

"I'm not going to run away!" Dark incense asked Hou Cunxin to sit on the ground, after all, the cigarette just now still choked his throat and made him speechless.

Misha sighed, thinking to herself, this guy didn't understand his hints, so let's catch her. Originally, Misha's words had other meanings, she meant that she should either let Dark Xiang surrender or flee by herself, and she also obviously mentioned that she would not burn Hou Cunxin at the stake again, because no one would dare to do anything if Ace was not there.

"Dark incense, cough cough, how many chances do you have," Hou Cunxin asked.

But Dark Fragrance didn't answer, just gave an affirmative look. In fact, Hou Cunxin also knows that it is impossible for Dark Incense to open the mask again, under such a great pressure of enchantment, it is difficult to make a mask itself, and it is already very good that Dark Incense can be forcibly used to this point with the power of angels. In other words, the current dark incense cannot be disguised, and it is not possible to use the power of angels that are only bound to the mask. This disadvantage is conceivable, and Dark Fragrance has to shout a foul.

However, because the dark incense itself has a human component, that is, the purple flame of unknown origin, if you are tough enough to count the strength, Cain's unreassuring demonic power is also an element.

"Come on!" Misha tapped her staff on the ground, and two clanging sounds were heard at once, but only once. Dark Fragrance was thrown out from the side by a force of gravity in the next second, looking like an invisible giant hand. Flying to the corner, Dark Xiang barely stood on her heels, and she couldn't do it well when she was nervous.

"What kind of strange spell is this?" Dark Fragrance thought to herself, but then there was another loud knock, and this time the other side of Dark Fragrance was slapped away again, and Dark Fragrance, who had not been able to gain a foothold, twisted her waist and fell to the ground. "That's not going to work?" Misha mocked, only to hear another sound, as if she could feel something emerge from the staff. Darkincense did push-ups, allowing herself to half-crouch, then raised her hand to release a purple fireball. The fireball rushed straight at Misha, but something Misha had let go of before hit the fireball, tearing the terrible purple in pieces. Dark Xiang straightened her waist, although it was still a little painful, and she couldn't exercise vigorously anymore, she still said loudly: "Don't underestimate me." ”