This evil king is a little annoying

Chapter 416 Competition (2)

The blazing flames, with the tendency of red and black intertwined, entangled and rose in mid-air, directly blasting a ten-meter-deep conical pit on the ground.

The surging heat wave directly sent more than 100 million troops from both sides flying backwards in shock.Many soldiers are ordinary people without spiritual power, how can they bear such power?Just the aftermath of the impact had already caused them to be severely injured, their internal organs feared to be damaged, their eyes, ears, mouth, nose and seven orifices were bleeding, and they passed out on the ground.

In contrast, the main generals on both sides of the war, Qianchengyin and Gongziyu, remained motionless as a mountain after the flames melted and the flames fell.

The only difference is that Qianchengyin's face turned pale.On Gongziyu's glass fire fan, a second, deeper crack appeared, forming a dark red cross with the first crack.

A wounded person, a wounded instrument.

"You can't last long." Qian Chengyin's icy eyes landed on Gong Ziyu's glass fire fan.Fan destruction, that is, the moment when the prince is defeated.

Gong Ziyu didn't care, the corners of his lips curled into a bright arc, and the Lihuo fan was like an ordinary fan, fanning the wind in front of him: "It's hot, it's really hot. What should I do if the soldiers and generals are roasted?"

Qiancheng Yin said nothing.

He is not used to it, Young Master Yu is clearly in a state of extreme crisis, but he is still chatting and laughing.

"Oh, it really is Xiaozhu's best time to choose, Qianchengyin, look, it is roasting chicken with our fire." The son Yuliuli pointed at his side with a fan.

Qianchengyin's face was like an iceberg, but the corners of his eyes twitched invisibly.

Bai Ze, who commanded the world, actually pouted a fox's butt, and with Gong Ziyu's black fiery lingering prestige, set up a barbecue stand on the ground, dressed in a row of twenty roast chickens, sprinkled with seasonings, while there Turn and turn.

"Make a bet, bet. Bet on Young Master Yu, pay three for one, and bet on Qianchengyin to win, pay one-and-a-half. Come, come, two roast chickens, and there is no upper limit on the chips."

Bai Ze shook his big furry tail, his pointed ears on his head shrugged, the thief said, "This immortal will come first, all the twenty roast chickens are put in, this immortal will win by Qiancheng Yin. , hey hey hey."

Gong Ziyu scolded directly: "You fat dead fox, when the labor and management win, you will be skinned! Make you into a fox collar!"

Every time when it is critical, Xiaozhu doesn't need to do anything, but he always sticks a knife behind his back.

This little bamboo is really unreliable.

Young Master Yu's head is full of black lines, and he can't wait for a glass fire fan to shoot directly on Xiaozhu's head and make it into a live version of the iron plate Shirataki.

"Aiya, Young Master Yu, don't yell."

Xiaozhu obviously heard it, raised his head, his eyes were bright, and said, "This immortal has just calculated it for you. Today, you have a bloody disaster, and you will die. In this battle, you are more fortunate than good."

Saying that, Xiaozhu strung up another row of ten chicken wings, spinning them on the fire rack, humming an unpleasant tune while roasting: "Roast chicken wings, I like to eat~~~ ah ah ah~~~"

"Really."

Young Master Yu Junmei's face was like a demon, darkened, and the corners of his lips evoked a happy arc, "It turns out that I am about to have a bloody disaster today, that's fine, I don't have any scruples."

(End of this chapter)