Chapter 83: Small stream fire (2)

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"You..." The monsoon smoked awkwardly and looked at the fire. The eyes were so eye-catching, and the monsoon smoke was even more surprised. It was the thickest killing of the two.
That killing is like being able to swallow the human soul in an instant.
"It's none of your business." The sound of the fire suddenly cooled down. He squinted and reached out to push the monsoon smoke, and stood up sharply.
The monsoon smoke suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.
"What are you doing?"
"If you don't want to get into trouble, just don't see anything."
"Wait..." For the first time, the monsoon smoke saw such a cold fire. If the smell of non-flowing fire did not change, she really thought that he was also wearing a shell.
Say good to stay beautiful young boy?
"That... do you need to be so nervous? But it’s the eyes of the eyes. Is there anything wrong with it?" The monsoon smoke frowned slightly, and the smoldering tone made her vaguely feel that she could not let the fire leave.
The fire was slightly stunned by the words of the monsoon smoke. He subconsciously stood in the same place, and after a long silence, he put his hands on his eyes.
The red crimsons once again caught the eyes of the monsoon smoke, but there was no more killing in the eyes.
"Tell me, what did you see?" The fire broke down and looked at the monsoon smoke. I don't know what to expect.
The monsoon smoke looked at the eyes of the fire, and the corner of his mouth showed a slight smile.
"I saw, the most beautiful eyes in the world."
"..." Flows.
Why is this little woman not half-timed?
But Rao is so thinking, the cheeks of the fire are still a faint blush.
"I know, you don't understand anything, I am... mediocrity." The fire broke open and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes had returned to normal ink.
"Forget everything you just saw, or you will have trouble." The tone of the fire has eased a lot, and there is a trace of helplessness.
"So, you used to stay alone in the mountains, because of these eyes?" The monsoon smoke suddenly asked.
The fire was a slight glimpse, and hesitated for a moment: "Okay..."
The monsoon smoke smiled. "You can rest assured that I will not tell anyone about everything in your eyes. I will not let trouble find you. Okay, look at my three-pointed and two-edged sword. Do you not domineering? You are fine anyway, just come with me to bring this thing to Yang Lan, save you and think about it."
Said, the monsoon smoke grabbed the hand of the fire, dragging the three-pointed and two-edged knife in one hand, and smiling with a full white hair toward Yang Lan's room.
The fire was stagnant and pulled away by the monsoon smoke, and the warmth of his wrist made his look a little embarrassing.
This... stupid woman.
What he worried about was not that he would have trouble.
However, looking at the side face of the monsoon smoke, the words of the fire were stuck in the eyes of the blind man. He bowed his head slightly and sighed silently.
Go, let her go.
Walking, the footsteps of the monsoon smoke suddenly slowed down, she did not look back, just slowly said: "Small fire, you remember, no matter what trouble you have in the future, as long as I am there, I will not let others hurt you."