Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao were closest to Yu Xueqi. Seeing the fireball coming, they hurriedly jumped back and back, and at the same time turned around to protect their heads. Zhang Tingmu also pulled Li Yu and hid behind a large stalagmite, while Dao Wushuang hugged Bai Yanyan and retreated directly into the cave where they came in. After the flames soaring into the sky, Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao were both charred, as if they had just crawled out of the stove.

Mu Wushuang hurriedly shouted to Zhang Tingmu: "Senior Brother, are you okay with Manzi? Miss Bai, Miss Aji, where are you two? Are you okay?" Zhang Tingmu stood up straight, patted the ashes on both shoulders and replied: "It's okay! Uncle Master's Fire Decree Spell is really powerful. Although it can't reach the level of Lord Shanku, Huo took advantage of the wind and made Yu Xueqi burn himself to death!"

Li Yu also stood up with Zhang Tingmu, patted the ashes on his head, and then said to the hole where Dao Wushao and Bai Yanyan were hiding: "Hey, evil woman, didn't you burn your face? Hehehe." Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao looked at Li Yu with some curiosity, but Li Yu looked straight at the entrance of the cave they walked into until Bai Yanyan poked her head out in a slightly embarrassed manner and shouted: "You have to care! Who do you think you are! Who cares!"

Dao Wushao quickly rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Bai Yanyan's right hand: "Miss Four, I'll help you wipe the gray on your face." Bai Yanyan nodded nervously and asked her tremblingly, "Miss Aji, my face, my face is not burned..." Dao Wushao has a straightforward personality. He didn't know how to comfort Bai Yanyan first, but frowned slightly and stared at her seriously: "I don't know, I'd better wipe the charred black on your face first, otherwise I can't see it..."

Bai Yanyan immediately asked with a pale face: "That, Miss Aji, am I disfigured? Is my face so burning that I can't see it? That, that... there is no poison on your clothes?" Dao Wushao glared at Bai Yanyan and curled his lips: "Miss Bai, please don't worry, my sleeves are not poisonous, so I dare to wipe the ashes on your face first. As for whether you disfigure it..."

Bai Yanyan's heart instantly raised to her throat, and she could only let Dao Wushang slowly lie on her face and neck. Dao Wushang wiped it for a long time before she smiled at Bai Yanyan and nodded: "Miss Four, don't worry, your face... is not broken, there is no injury at all." Although Bai Yanyan felt a little calmer, she still asked with some concern: "Is that so? Really? Miss Aji, have you brought the mirror?"

Dao Wushuang lowered his face with some displeasure: "Miss Bai, if you don't believe what I said, just go to the riverside to see it later." Bai Yanyan heard the dissatisfaction between Dao Wushuang and could only hurriedly apologize to Dao Wushuang, but her face was still a little uneasy. Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao wiped the ashes on their faces, Lin Miao narrowed her eyes, and then noticed that Song Jie was standing straight behind him not far away.

Lin Miao hurried to Song Jie and asked, "Fifth Master, why didn't you hide just now?" Song Jie slowly turned his head and looked at Lin Miao. Lin Miao also looked at Song Jie's burned black facial features, and couldn't help feeling sad. Song Jie coughed twice before saying slowly, "Lin Miao, our family didn't expect that the magic power of the gods is so powerful, and the other wasn't expecting that he would die here..."

Lin Miao frowned tightly and stretched out his right hand: "Master Song Wu... You are... This is... You wait, I will use your energy to heal you immediately!" Song Jie smiled miserably and shook his head: "Lin Miao, don't bother others. If you blame yourself for overestimating your abilities, you will provoke the immortals in the Heavenly Court!" Mu Wushuang walked to Lin Miao, looked at Song Jie's half-burned body, and took a deep breath and said, "Master Song Wu, you can do anything for us... so? Yu Xueqi is the deputy envoy of the Wind God. Even if Di Kai and Master Geng combined, they will not have a higher position in the sky than her! Why do you have to do this!"

Song Jie raised his breath, and a little disdain appeared on his painful face and looked at Mu Wushuang: "Mu Wushuang, if Master Geng landed in the same field as ours, would you stand by and watch? Anyway, I definitely won't. Our family will definitely take action on such a thing..." Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao were stunned for a moment, and both looked at Song Jie silently. Song Jie smiled and said, "We recognize Di Kai and Master Geng, not bullshit star masters! They are doing well, and our family is happy. They are not doing well, and our family can't help much, so we can only watch, alas. Cough cough..."

Zhang Tingmu held Song Jie's back and said, "Master Song, say a few words. Mouse, please help him heal his wounds." Song Jie stopped Lin Miao who wanted to come over, looked at him in a slight chaos, and seemed to have made a great decision, so he spoke carefully, "Master Zhang, don't call me Master Song, our family can't afford to take care of it... Speaking of which, I should call Lin Miao the Second Master, Second Master, you... I really didn't embarrass our Hejian Mansion."

Lin Miao was stunned for a moment, and then lowered his eyebrows alertly: "Master Song Wu, what do you mean? Can you explain it clearly? Are you..." Song Jie smiled bitterly, and was already a little angry: "Young Master, I dare not hide it from you... Our family... Although our ancestral home is Shaanxi, Song Jie himself is a real Balipu native of Hejian Prefecture! Second Master, you and the eldest lady... were imprisoned in prison..."

Before Song Jie finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned around. Fortunately, he was stopped by Zhang Tingmu and did not lie on the ground. Lin Miao was slightly stunned. He immediately raised his right palm without thinking, slapped Song Jie's heart without thinking, and used his true energy to heal Song Jie's injuries. After a while, Song Jie slowly opened his eyes and lowered his head in a panting and said, "Second Young Master, I know that the Song family is sorry for your Lin family, and the backbone of the fellow villagers has been poked for almost twenty years... My life is worth your rescue..."

Lin Miao pursed the corners of his lips, and suddenly picked up Song Jie's eyes and shouted, "I understand... Are you a fucking descendant of Song Shuanghu?!" Song Jie's eyes were dull, and he shrank his shoulders and looked at Lin Miao and said, "Young master, Song Shuanghu is our uncle... When I first met you, I thought you and our eldest lady... looked so much like our eldest lady!... Seeing the gentleman behind you... our family has no shame to see you..."
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