“Dare you!！！”
The voice of anger resounded through the world.
The sun and fire skyrocketed on Xing Chi’s body, and the light from heaven and earth was suppressed here, enveloping him into a scorching sun on the ground, overshadowing the light above.
The strange image of Yongmengxiang, the surrounding vegetation is melting in this sun.
Mi August moved forward and faced this counterattack.
Otherwise, all the night travellers present would have to be turned into ashes.
With his head tied and his hands pulled, the shadowy figure of the boy with a red face appeared from behind him.
【Curse Guardian】
If the other person hurts you, you will pay him back twice.
“Well!！！”
A muffled hum was heard by Mi August, and it came from the same source as the voice that had just protected Xing Chi.
Even if the double counterattack did not kill the opponent, it was enough for the opponent to feel better.
The surroundings are still in the silence caused by overloaded energy.
There was no scum left in the place where Xing Chi had stayed before.
It stands to reason that under this level of energy collision, Xing Chi could not be alive, and Mi August did not perceive his sense of existence, but intuitively Xing Chi would not die so easily.
The energy guarding Xing Chi is on the ordinary throne, and there is also a sense of familiarity, similar to the peep she sensed when she made the elf seed germinate. If it is expected, it is related to the sun God.
While Mi August was still thinking, he suddenly felt something strange in his palm interrupting his thoughts.
The book of good and evil comes out of the palm of your hand.
The value of good and evil that I haven’t paid attention to for a long time is actually declining.
This deceleration seemed to foreshadow some danger, reminding Mi August to quickly take rescue measures.
Mi August felt something, turned and looked behind him.
Mi Feixue, who was standing there, lowered her head and said nothing, her eyebrows were covered by the blown forehead hair, and her expression in the shadow was unknown.
Mi August touched the top of her hair.
For the first time, Mi Feixue clearly felt Mi August’s gaze and comfort, Mi Feixue did not raise her head, but grasped the general’s bow in her hand.