Alone in the big tent, Sima Bingxin felt very distressed, in the earlier battle, too many things had happened, and he was very confused.

First of all, the strength of his painstaking integration is not in vain, and the martial arts created by integrating what Qionghua has learned in his life with what he knows, the lethality is even higher than expected, allowing him to crisscross the battlefield and show his skills, which is gratifying, and when he returns to the main world in the future, he will definitely be able to sit firmly on the half-step heavenly steps, which is on par with Situ Xiaoshu...... Bah, bah, it should be able to win her, how can you still be equal? Sima Bingxin, you are too unambitious.

In addition to self-improvement, it is worth affirming, and other problems will make you one head and two big.

Too many things happened in this war, I originally took the opportunity to lurk the demon clan, learn to explore, and do a lot of destruction, if the rational approach, it should be to secretly pull the hind legs, help the fairy army, let the demon army defeat, and then try to keep the Red Martial Army, so that he will not be a "person" in vain.

But as soon as he entered the battlefield, he got carried away, and finally led the demon army to fight a big victory, and in turn killed the immortal army without leaving a piece of armor. This is already very excessive, and what's worse is that after the war, I saw the corpses of the demon clan everywhere, and I felt ...... Very bad.

Many of them have spoken to themselves, and they have seen them laugh and be impassioned, especially those demon kings, who have kept their loyal promises, followed them into battle, and defended them with their Dharma bodies, and they watched their flesh and blood fly in front of them, and they died heroically.

The demon clan is all enemies, every time they die, it is a guarantee for the human race, and they should be happy to bury so many demon kings in this battle, but why...... Will it be so frustrating? or even ...... Sad?

How can I have such a mentality? Sympathize with the enemy, and be soft-hearted where I shouldn't, if I continue like this, will I make mistakes and become a traitor to the human race?

Just thinking about this makes me feel very distressed.

There are also those scenes seen in the battle, which seem to belong to Qionghua's memory, affecting her mood, she has always wanted to calm down and not be disturbed, but she can't calm down, her mood fluctuates violently, her chest is full of some inexplicable but strong emotions, and a certain figure always appears.

At the beginning, it was quite handsome, medium stature, with an extraordinary temperament of the man's back, simply standing in front, but as if thousands of troops rushed in, the sky collapsed, the earth fell, he had a way to deal with it, the temperament on the body, not the kind of invincible heroism, but indescribable calm and leisurely, this kind of leisurely attitude, people feel very comfortable, very trustworthy.

Then, the figure turned around, but suddenly became burly, with broad shoulders, as if able to support the falling sky, a solid chest, which had given himself peace of mind in the stormy waves, and thick arms, hugging himself through the danger: grinning white teeth, honest and a little childish, that person...... It's the Decepticon Venerable!

"Oops!"

Sima Bing's heart seemed to be electrified, jumped up, felt the heat on his face, hurriedly ran to the vanity mirror, and saw that his cheeks were red, and he looked a little better than usual, at first he was happy, but the next moment he was shocked and covered with cold sweat.

"I—How could I have thought of him blushing? Too bad!

There was no one around, and Sima Bingxin muttered: "Blushing is heartbeat, heartbeat is liking, liking is liking, liking is being together...... What are you kidding? How can I be with a demon Venerable? God, you're making too much of a joke!"

panicked, Sima Bingxin walked around in the big tent, first desperately drank cold water, and after a while, he found that it was not enough to drink, so he simply raised the pot and poured it on his head, poured the whole pot, the cold wind blew, shivered, and still couldn't calm down, so he gave an order outside.

The little demons guarding the tent were ordered, carried a few large buckets of water in, and withdrew with confusion, Sima Bingxin ran the trick, condensed a large number of ice beads in the water, and then raised the bucket to drench, and personally carried out the ice bucket challenge, several buckets in a row, drenched until the lips were purple, the whole body trembled, and I vaguely heard the little demon whispering outside, saying that the saint was abnormal again.

...... How could I be abnormal? I just ......

Thinking of the figure of the Decepticon Demon Venerable, Sima Bing's heart unconsciously had a fever at the root of his ears, and he hurriedly shook his head vigorously and waved his hand violently, wanting to push this undeserved thought out of his mind.

...... This has nothing to do with me, it must be influenced by Qionghua, these are her thoughts, not mine, yes, it must be so!

When faced with a temptation, it is usually most effective to resist with another temptation, Sima Bingxin subconsciously thought of another person, another person who had helped him and made him feel restless for a while.

The profiteer surnamed Wen, the thief smiled and grinned, some time ago, he was always uneasy for him, and even ignored the opportunity to duel with his old enemy, went to Lingnan in person, ran to his house and waited, wanting to take him back to the northwest and build a home together......

As soon as he thought of him, Sima Bingxin felt that something was wrong, the feeling of bouncing in his heart was still there, but it was a lot weaker, on the contrary, the image of the Decepticon Demon Venerable was more deeply imprinted in his heart, he was brave and unparalleled to protect himself, and the heroism of standing up to the sky on the battlefield, as long as he remembered it, it was a burst of deer jumping in his heart.

"What should I do? I—I'm done!"

Lying flat on the ground on his back, Sima Bingxin blindly looked at the top of the tent, and all the emotions that emerged in his chest were self-defeating.

...... How could he have such a mood for a demon venerable inexplicably?

...... In fact, the Decepticon Demon Venerable is quite good, but it's a pity that everyone has different paths, if he is also a human race, he can seriously consider it.

...... Having inappropriate feelings for the Demon Venerable, is this considered a betrayal of the human race, deceiving the teacher and destroying the ancestors? After going back, what face do you have to go to see the ancestors, the ancestors and the master?

...... Alas, I think too much, and I don't know if I can go back?

Sima Bingxin sat up, worried about the current reality, the commission he took over was nothing more than to protect the Red Martial Army, and to pass the word to Zhuoyan, but even the final battle was fought here, and Zhuoyan still did not show up, saying that he was still recuperating from the injury when he was recuperating from the catastrophe, it seems that he was really seriously injured, and it is not good...... has been seriously injured and died in some remote corner, if this is the case, what should I do if I accept the commission?

The more he thought about it, the more headache he felt, Sima Bingxin stood up and decided to do something practical, don't be treated as a neurotic boss by the little demon all the time, after all, as the commander of the first army, there are so many things he should do, and he has no leisure to challenge the ice bucket here.

The first thing to deal with is the damage to their own personnel, although this battle demon clan is said to be a big victory, but it is not a big victory, the battle loss rate is as high as fifty percent, almost half of the soldiers are killed, the death toll is quite tragic, from the point of view of the human race, this battle has nothing to rejoice in at all.

Fortunately, the concept of the demon clan is very different from that of the human race, they obey the set of the weak and the strong, thinking that life and death are the norm, early death and early liberation, and when they go to the battlefield, don't think that they can come back alive, as long as they win the battle and comfort the dead, it is not a vain death, it is okay.

Perhaps, the lives of all races in all worlds are indeed equal, but the demon race's view of the value of life is different from that of humans, and they also recognize that life is priceless, but other people's lives are even more priceless, anyway, it is not good to calculate the price, it is simply worthless.

Therefore, even if the injuries were severe, they still rejoiced and celebrated, and there was no atmosphere of sadness at all, which was also the case in the Red Army.

In this battle, the Red Army suffered a lot of casualties, but the gratifying thing is that none of the three heavenly kings died, and there was also a Heavenly Rank of Enlightenment, which became a strong reliance on his side, and it was so cool that he could set off firecrackers.

Hao Bashi and Zi Su were seriously injured and recuperated, the former was surrounded and killed by a number of immortal generals, and was lucky to survive by exchanging injuries for the enemy's life;

Although the injury was not light, no one had an opinion, if it wasn't for the Decepticon Demon Venerable's punch, they would have died in the morning, and now they have an extra capital, and they can boast to others: "I once suffered a blow from the Decepticon Demon Venerable and didn't die", which can be regarded as a big profit.

In the tent, I suddenly received a notice that some demon kings were noisy and wanted to kill those immortal soldiers and immortal generals, but they were stopped by Zhu Yu Demon Venerable and clashed.

“...... What are you doing with this guy? If you drink too much, you're causing trouble!"

Sima Bingxin became angry, but he was a little surprised, how could Zhu Yu run to protect the immortal soldiers? The demon clan has no discipline or taboo against the abuse of prisoners, what is the little monkey doing? She has a good impression of the immortal army? A personal good impression? It's so strange!

Puzzled, Sima Bingxin hurried over, the result was not a conflict, the demon clan is a society that pays attention to strength, a new demon lord opposite, holding a big stick in his hand, standing there without saying a word, which demon king here dares to kill him?

"That...... I declare that this group of friends in the fairy world, from now on, will be regarded as the honored guests of my Red Martial Army, I Qionghua will not miss the old evils, repay the grievances with virtue, everyone will abandon the past suspicions, and work together to create a better future, whoever does it to them, I will destroy the whole clan!"

This order, the demon clan was in an uproar, but the uproar was useless, Zhu Yu Demon Venerable on the opposite side was holding a big stick, and all he looked at was a fierce light, whoever dared to provoke the majesty of the saint would be beaten to the edge of the sky by a stick first, and then, the two demon venerables of the upper clan also came to the scene to support the saint, who else can speak?

The problem was settled like this, but Sima Bingxin also began to have a headache, even if he could keep this group of immortals for a while, but he was not the supreme of the demon world, even if he could protect them from being harmed by the demons, he couldn't protect them from being infested by demon qi, what should he do later?

The immortal soldiers were also troubled by the same problem, and seeing that there was no solution, the Decepticon Demon Venerable came out of the crowd, and with his rough and thunderous voice, he said decisively: "I am responsible, and I will let you all go back safely." ”