Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Spark Burns the Plains

"What?"

Everyone was surprised, although Butterfly Dance practiced the art of fire, her strength had progressed rapidly, and she had reached the rank of a five-grade magician, but the great witch of the Duo army was equivalent to the existence of a spiritualist, and with the strength of a five-grade magician, it was hard to shake the spells cast by the spiritualist, and no one could believe it when they heard it.

"Butterfly Dance, this is not a joke, are you really sure?" asked Badao.

Butterfly Dance nodded, giving Ba Dao a firm look.

And just when everyone was hesitating, the sharp wolf claws of the wolf warrior firmly grasped the vines, and his limbs galloped, as if he was walking on the ground, and he had already attacked the head of the city. The wolf roared, carrying the Duo cavalry towards the barren hill city, the defenders of the barren hill city were defeated one after another, and the battle circle quickly expanded towards the city.

Butterfly Dance looked at Changsheng and said, "Brother Changsheng, use the Wind Technique to help me." ”

Changsheng nodded and said, "Don't worry, Butterfly Dance Girl." ”

Butterfly Dance's expression froze, and a trace of hot breath slowly diffused from her body.

"Sparks!"

The butterfly dances and drinks, and a little bit of red sparks slowly condense from the body. Mars kept gathering, and everyone felt an unbearable heat.

"Brother Changsheng. ”

Butterfly Dance shouted, and with a wave of Changsheng's sleeves, a strong wind suddenly set off, blowing up the little red sparks and spilling them towards the vines that spread over the wall.

......Shh

The moment the red spark touched the vine, it let out a fierce explosion, burning the vine into a thumb-sized pit, and the spark was embedded in it, and the color did become a little dull.

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly set off, and the spark instantly turned even redder, and suddenly countless flames suddenly burst out.

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The next moment, a monstrous fire broke out, and the sparks of the stars burned with the momentum of a prairie fire. A strong heat wave swept away, almost knocking everyone over.

The storm rises, before it flourishes. The fire rode the wind and burned towards the city, and the huge flames set off were as high as a zhang.

Billowing smoke rose, and the vines burned violently, making bursts of thunder. The fire was so monstrous that it was dressed in a faint purple coat, and the Duo army screamed and struggled in the sea of fire, and within a moment, it was burned to the white bones, and then turned into ashes, which were blown up by the wind and scattered all over the sky.

Only some of the wolf cavalry, far away from the fire in time, were able to escape with their lives.

The monstrous flames stopped the pace of the Duo army's siege of the city, and the high walls of Barren Hill City finally played their role again, and there was no follow-up of the Duo army in the city, and the defenders of Barren Hill City concentrated their forces and quickly annihilated them.

The fire was so bright that it overshadowed the sun on the horizon. The raging fire spread rapidly, gradually burning the walls of steel-solid vines to ashes.

The vines burned out, and the city was covered with ashes, and the burnt red armor, blades, and unburned bones of the forest, and it was impossible to tell whose ashes it was.

On the barren hill city, it was firmly occupied by the Chinese soldiers, and all the defenders of the barren hill city were listed under the city on standby, and it was impossible for the Duo army to jump half a step over the city wall.

Qiang ...... Qiang ......

There was a golden sound in the camp of the Duo army, and the Duo army retreated like a tide.

In the barren hill city, there was a solemnity. And everyone's hearts that were hung up finally fell.

Butterfly Dance's delicate face became pale, crumbling, and almost fell, because of excessive consumption of spirit and mana.

Qin Yu hurriedly held on, and suddenly felt a little pity in his heart.

"General Wei, Uncle Domineering, I helped Butterfly Dance go back to rest. Qin Yu said.

Wei Zhennan said: "Go quickly, I will send two other people to guard outside the house, if there is any need, just tell them." ”

Qin Yu didn't say anything more, picked up the butterfly dance, and flew away.

The delicate body entered his arms, and there were pieces of softness, and the two jade rabbits on his chest were close to Qin Yu, trembling slightly, and the slightest virgin body fragrance penetrated into his nose, making Qin Yu a little confused.

Butterflies danced, gasped, and their spirit and mana were exhausted, and a sense of powerlessness hit the whole body. He could only wrap his hands around Qin Yu's neck and let him hold him in his arms. Looking at Xiao Jun's face in front of him, feeling the breadth of his chest, and listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, Butterfly Dance's heart seemed to be a deer crashing, however, it was filled with an indescribable sweetness.

Qin Yu placed Butterfly Dance on the bed, but a pair of jade hands tightly grasped his palms, and whispered: "Brother Qin Yu, don't go, can you accompany me here?"

Qin Yu smiled gently, patted the back of Butterfly Dance's hand, and said softly: "Silly girl, I'm not going anywhere, I'm here to accompany you." ”

Butterfly Wu nodded, her body relaxed, looked at the emaciated young man beside her, and remembered that day when the squire was forced to marry, and the old father died, when she was desperate, the figure standing in front of her suddenly gave her a full sense of security. At that moment, her heart was also completely tied to this man's body.

Butterfly Dance didn't let go, but instead hugged Qin Yu's arm, pillowed it sideways, and a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. Deep tiredness hit, and the eyelids that were heavy like a daughter slowly closed, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Qin Yu didn't dare to withdraw his arm, for fear of waking up Butterfly Dance, with a delicate face like a flower, soft and smooth shawl hair, a perfect body with bumps and bumps, a delicate nose tip, and thin pink lips, which were close at hand. Anyone who sees it can't help but feel the urge to kiss Fang Ze in their hearts.

"What a goblin who is obsessed with death. ”

Qin Yu retracted his gaze from Butterfly Dance, calmed down a little surging mood, and said secretly in his heart.

At this time, the morning sun was rising, the sun was shining outside the house, and through the doors and windows, it was sprinkled on the two of them, Qin Yu felt a little warm, but his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

Butterfly Dance didn't know anything about his intentions, but he knew it very clearly, but the softest position in Qin Yu's heart was already occupied by a dream of pity, and he couldn't accommodate any other woman, even the fairies in the Nine Heavens.

Thinking of the merciful dream, that cold and beautiful face, Qin Yu's heart would have an inexplicable throbbing, and a strong burst of longing.

Although we see each other every day, we miss each other more and more every day.

The pain and bitterness of that crush go straight to the bone marrow and torture day and night. I want to express the wireless lovesickness in my heart to the dream, but I lack the courage and hesitate.

If Mercy refuses, Qin Yu really doesn't know what to do.

And Changsheng has a soft spot for Mercy Dreams, and Changsheng is his own brother, if Immortal and Compassion are in love, what should he do?

As soon as I thought of this, my heart was full of sourness and pain, as if there were thousands of ants biting, and I couldn't bear it.

Goodbye Butterfly Dance, eyebrows slightly closed, still sleeping very peacefully, her arms were numb from being pressed, but she was afraid of waking her up, and she didn't dare to take it back.

......

After this great battle, everyone in Barren Hill City was nervous. However, until late evening, the Duo army did not launch any offensive. Rao is like this, and the defenders of Barren Hill City have always maintained a high degree of vigilance, not daring to relax in the slightest.

The night fell, the night was thick, and a black figure flew quietly in the night, heading straight for the Barren Hill City.