Liuhuo is quite contradictory now, it is said that for the sake of Luo Li, Song Tieyun should be eliminated. 〔 81 (?net ??) >.}8〉1>Z?>.?C]O}M?But now that Luo Ye is already angry, as long as Liuhuo says yes, then he will definitely kill someone.

But Song Tieyun really doesn't know Luo Li's identity, Luo Ye's strategy is indeed a lot of loopholes in the retrogression method, but ordinary people's thinking will not make assumptions about Luo Li's identity in advance, and of course they will not go backwards to find evidence.

In Song Tieyun's eyes, Luo Li is just an ordinary employee, although Song Tieyun's method of sacrificing female employees is also very despicable, but at least it is not despicable enough to sacrifice the daughter of an old comrade-in-arms.

Liuhuo thought for a long time and finally gritted his teeth, shook his head and said, "Manager Song shouldn't know Luo Li's identity, judging from the irrelevant tone when he talked about Luo Li, he just regarded Luo Li as an ordinary employee..."

To be honest, the reason for the fire is very far-fetched, but it is a far-fetched sentence that makes Luo Ye, who is highly nervous, breathe a sigh of relief, as if something in his heart has been put down.

Luo Ye calmed down his emotions for a while, and said to Liuhuo with a wry smile, "I won't dwell on the issue of Luo Li's identity, I want to know now, your other secrets..."

Of course, Liuhuo knew what he was asking, how did he learn to fly the eaves and walk on the wall, how did he rebel against those two big men, including the strange coma last night, these were the secrets that Luo Ye wanted to know.

It's a pity that these secret flames can't be explained clearly at all, so he can only say to Luo Ye with a sad face.

"Everyone has their own secrets, and some secrets can't be said, if you really need an answer, then I can only tell you, it's all God-granted..."

Luo Ye was stunned at the time, he really didn't expect Liuhuo to use an extremely idealistic word like 'Heavenly Grant' as an excuse. But he was only stunned for a moment, and then he smiled, laughing so much that Liuhuo was surprised.

"God, haha, what a God. You think I'm not going to believe it? You're wrong, I really do..."

In fact, Liuhuo didn't know that in this society that greatly admired science and materialism, idealism has not actually disappeared, and the higher the level of people in society, the more obvious this tendency is.

The reason is very simple, when people are at a higher level, then the more information they can access, the broader their horizons, and the more people know, the stronger their sense of awe.

In addition, as the level of human beings increases, the time they spend paying attention to the spiritual world will increase, and they will not be confined to firewood, rice, oil and salt like ordinary people.

Ideas such as cause and effect, reincarnation, feng shui, metaphysics, and fatalism have become the favorites of the upper class.

Today, Liuhuo said a god-given word, which really surprised Luo Ye a little and was a little surprised. But this can really explain why the Flowing Fire has changed so much all of a sudden, including the momentum on his body.

Luo Ye sighed in his heart, "This stinky boy, why does he have a smell of Xu Lao? This is too demonic..."

It's a pity that Luo Ye knows that Flowing Fire is still desperately trying to restrain his divine sense, if he really spreads out his divine sense, I'm afraid that the momentum of the first person in Huaxia Kingdom will not be able to suppress Flowing Fire.

The aura of the superior nurtured by the worship of millions of people, the aura of the overlord poured out by hundreds of thousands of flesh and blood lives, plus the ethereal and mysterious aura brought by crossing the threshold of great mastery.

The three kinds of momentum are blended together, which is what modern people can have? I am afraid that only the founding king can fight with the flowing fire.

Liuhuo's lunch lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and finally Luo Ye left drunk, and patted Liuhuo's shoulder before leaving.

"The matter between you and Luo Li, I can only do not support or oppose it, you can figure out how to go in the future. To tell you the truth, if I meet a better man, I will definitely introduce Luo Li to him, and then it will depend on your own ability..."

"In addition, I will give you a big vacation during this time, and when the situation calms down, I will send someone to inform you two to go to work. Luo Li hasn't had a good time in the past few years, my father is too derelict in his duties, you can spend more time with her..."

Luo Ye left, but he didn't take the flowing fire away from the white building? This made the housekeeper and all the security guards a little surprised, could it be that the president had already recognized the identity of the flowing fire? and they all acquiesced to the two living together? Subconsciously, everyone in the white building had three more respects for the flowing fire.

Others were very envious of Liuhuo, but Liuhuo knew his own situation, and now his brain was numb and numb, and the sequelae of the injury to his consciousness last night had been committed again.

Liuhuo was lying on the bed in the guest room, the well-behaved Luo Li gently helped him massage his temples, and Liuhuo had told her that she was often dizzy in the morning, although she didn't know why Liuhuo didn't go to the doctor, but women in love always have an inexplicable trust in men. Since Liuhuo doesn't see a doctor, he naturally has a reason.

I know my own things, and what Liuhuo lacks most now is the vitality of heaven and earth, and without the nourishment of vitality, it is estimated that this little injury will not be able to be raised in ten years just by sleeping and resting.

"What should I do, professor, what should you teach me to do? If this goes on like this, our strength will become weaker and weaker, and the fierce power will become stronger and stronger, and when the time comes, let's not talk about going home, I'm afraid we won't even be able to beat the fierce..."

At this time, the professor has been angry with the flowing fire for a day, he was originally very opposed to releasing the ferocious, the professor has seen the dark attribute elemental creatures with his own eyes in the past years, and has also learned their 'integrity' If the dark attribute creatures can believe it, then the world will be harmonious a long time ago.

"From the moment the ferocious man let go, we have failed, although we can easily find him by holding nine clones, but what can we do if we find him? Do you really think that he will be fooled and continue to drill into the weak signal environment?"

"Now we can only maintain an invincible situation by directly confronting the ferocious evil, but what about half a year later? What about a year later? Don't forget, the vitality here is almost zero, and the negative emotions in people's hearts are innumerable..."

"Forget it, I'm helpless, you can figure it out yourself..."After saying that, the professor turned into a lazy cat and crawled on the ground to sleep.

Drifting Fire was a little depressed, and he didn't know why he let go of the ferocity at that moment, maybe his threat really worked. The longer Liuhuo stays in this world, the stronger the emotional integration becomes, and the affection, friendship, love, and even the worship of hundreds of millions of people make Liuhuo more and more inseparable.

I have to go back after all, and I can't bring trouble to these people because of my own reasons.

At this time, Liuhuo suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Luo Li who was close in front of him, and a pity surged up in his heart, he gently held her face with both hands, and said in the weakest voice.

"Maybe it's a big mistake for me to accept your love..."

......

When the flow of fire is entangled in love, in another world called Zhongzhou Big 6, people's mood is no longer entangled, but sad.

On the front line of the grassy slope in the north of Peishui, in front of the coalition defensive positions built by the flowing fire, the busy construction site has long been stopped due to heavy snowfall, and tens of thousands of coalition troops are blocked in the camp by the continuous snowstorm, and they cannot do anything except eat, sleep, and clean the snow every day.

The allied troops who withdrew from Xianrenling have been recuperating here for more than ten days, the supply of Peishui materials is still sufficient, and all kinds of miscellaneous grains, dried meat, and dried vegetables have been continuously transported from the rear.

The reason is very simple, now there are too many refugees on the Peishui border, at the beginning it was only a few dozen or hundred, and the troops were resettled with some military rations, but when the number of refugees increased to thousands, the officers on the border no longer dared to make their own decisions, so they could only submit the request for help to the Peishui civilian officer system.

There is no way, although Peishui is rich, but it can't conjure up materials out of thin air, in such a snow disaster that swept the entire Big 6, the material deployment capacity has approached zero, hundreds of thousands of people are easy to feed, but now look at this momentum, more and more refugees flock to the border of Peishui every day, if there is no limit, Peishui will be eaten up sooner or later.

The officer on duty in the battalion today was a martial artist who had just returned from the front line, and he stood on the open-air watchtower, staring at the biting cold wind and looking at the refugees in the north, and stamped his feet in a hurry.

Wu Zhan is a refugee from Yongning Prefecture, he knows what it feels like to be hungry, his parents at home were starved to death in that famine, and now it is another refugee wave, and what is even more terrifying is the refugee wave formed in the snowstorm, if you ignore it, I am afraid that none of these people will survive.

In the sight of Wu Zhan, thousands of snow nests have been dug out, and black figures are huddled in the snowdrifts to resist the cold wind, many of which have been completely buried by the blizzard, looking like a short grave from a distance.

These refugees have been numb from the cold, and they don't even have the strength to beg, so they can only stare at the continuous barracks and the city walls under construction with helpless eyes, hoping that the military lord inside will be merciful and give them a chance to live.

Five or six thousand refugees gathered at the border, drawing a long black line, and in the distance, there were still scattered figures stumbling towards the border, many of whom fell into the snow before they reached the border, and there was no more movement.

The cold froze everything, even the sound was frozen, and there was nothing between heaven and earth except the howling north wind.

Silence is the most depressing, and every soldier is subjected to silent torture, which is the torture of their own conscience and morality. Some soldiers really couldn't stand such oppression, and rushed into the wind and snow with their own food, knowing that this was a violation of military discipline, but he still did not hesitate.

But how much power can one man have? When a desperate father puts his son into the arms of a soldier and kneels on the ground and begs for it, when a mother who is frozen and half dead entrusts her daughter to a kind soldier, the soldier can do nothing but hide his face and flee.

"Please, Lord Bing, my son has given it to you, even if it is a slave, we will admit it, just let him live..."

"Take it away, my two legs are frozen and crippled, I really can't raise this daughter, I beg the uncle to take her away, even if I am a maid and concubine for your family, we will admit it..."

The soldiers who fled back to the barracks knelt down in front of the lookout, looking at the generals above, and not only shed tears without saying a word. Everyone knew that he was praying for the general's grace to save these people.

One, two, three or four, countless of them, there were more and more soldiers kneeling under the lookout, all of them did not speak, the silence spoke for itself.

At this time, Wu Zhan's face was already covered with a piece of crystal ice crystals, and the wooden railing he held in his hand had already turned into a pile of debris.