Chapter 85: The lonely tiger is defeated by the group of wolves

Only fifty Tigers and Ben Army were left, and they were unable to patrol the Jingxiuyuan, so they were divided into two waves of garrison beside Liu Feng and Chen Meiren, monitoring the movements around them at all times. There are only fifty people left in Jingxiuyuan, which is guarding thousands of Tigers. It seems empty for a moment. The wind blows by and blows the bamboo leaves into a sparse sound. The entire bamboo forest is connected, and the pale moonlight seems to fly at any time.

A deadly female ghost dressed in white and disheveled hair was released. However, the lethality of the female ghost was obviously not enough to make these fifty Tiger Ben Army who had rolled in the pile of corpses afraid, but the burden of protecting Liu Feng pressed them down, which made them feel a little breathless. Each nerve was tense to the tightest. Occasionally, an unlucky black mouse rushed out of the bamboo forest, and the highly nervous Tiger Ben Army would immediately become a hornet's nest. The scene was terrible.

"Your Highness, go back and rest for a while." Huarong said to Liu Feng softly, quietly putting her velvet coat on Liu Feng. Her man didn't sleep, and she was not sleepy at all.

"I can't sleep, don't worry about me. It's cold outside Huarong. Come in and don't catch a cold."[

Liu Feng can't sleep now. His eyes stared at Siyi and never left for a moment. As if he was a little relaxed, the fire would burn all Liu Feng's belongings. Every flash of light in the distance touched Liu Feng's heart. Liu Feng did not expect them to put out the fire, nor did he expect everything to escape the ruthless burning of the fire. After all, there is no firetruck or high-pressure water gun now, and he can only lift water in one bucket. Jingxiuyuan is far away from Siyi. Liu Feng could clearly see the flame soaring into the sky when he stood in Jingxiuyuan, and he could know how huge the fire was. Just by using a bucket of water to drip. Jingxiuyuan was far away from Siyi.

Water is like a drop in the bucket. When the water wets the flames, it will be dried by the high temperature around it, just like not watering. It is like spitting into a stove, and gasifying the moment the spit comes into contact with coal. Now Liu Feng only hopes that his army can escape from heaven. If the food is gone, it can be collected again, and money can be collected from Anding County. If the soldiers are gone, it will be difficult to re-enroll so many soldiers and armors. Originally, Liu Feng wanted to help, but then he thought about what if he went there? Instead of feeling distressed when he saw the tragic scene, it would be better to wait for news here.

During this slight storm, I don’t know how long it took, but when Liu Feng came to his senses, he found that Huarong was still standing beside him, wearing only a thin gauze dress, trembling with cold. He held his arms with his hands and looked at Liu Feng with his eyes. Liu Feng quickly took off his velvet coat and walked Huarong over. Compared to the burnt food and grass, Huarong was frozen, which made Liu Feng feel even more distressed: "Rong'er, go in quickly and don't catch a cold."
Chapter completed!