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The new army formed. In order to let everyone feel integrated, Feng Aoran specially held a bonfire party. Wine and food were served without hesitation. Moller suffered a big loss today. Feng Aoran believed that there would be no danger tonight.

So she emboldened everyone to relax, and she also taught them some modern military games. A group of passionate men were even more passionate. Feng Aoran was roasting meat by the campfire and happily watched the interactions of the soldiers. She

What I like most is military life. The days of bloodshed and sweat are fun and fulfilling.

Feng Ye sat next to Feng Aoran and looked at her hesitantly. After hesitating for a while, he said: "Aoran, do you really want to cooperate with that Mo Yu to conquer the world?"

"Yes, what's the matter? Without him, I still have to fight against the Xuanlong Empire. Regardless of his lack of strength, he is definitely a deep pool of water. Why are you scared?" Feng Aoran stretched out his hand and punched Feng Ye.

Feng Ye leaned back pretending to be in pain and simply lay down on the ground.

"I'm afraid you will lose a lot if you have the world, but as long as you are happy, I will accompany you." Feng Ye looked at the sky, the bright stars were like Feng Aoran's bright eyes, just looking at it from such a distance

So satisfied, so satisfied.

Feng Aoran also lay back and stretched out his hand to hook Feng Ye's shoulder: "What are you afraid of? We have nothing to begin with, what can we lose? In the future, half of me will have half of you, and from the moment I wake up, it will only be you.

Always stay with me, although I know you are worried about your proud cousin, but I believe that I am so charming that you will never see other people through me."

"Tch, I've never seen such a shameless person. How can you compare to my Ao Ran?" Having said that, Feng Ye was very sure in his heart. Looking at Feng Ao Ran's face, he knew clearly that what he was looking at was

Lin Zhuoer.

Not far away, Mo Yu held a wine jar in his hand. Looking at Feng Aoran and Feng Ye looking so at ease, a trace of envy arose in his heart, but he didn't know what he was envying for.

"Your eyes are almost straight." A soft voice rang. Mo Yu lowered his head and saw Margaret walking towards him. Mo Yu smiled calmly and reached out to take Margaret into his arms.

Gretel didn't struggle and even crawled into his arms very affectionately.

"I didn't expect the little one to hatch so soon." Mo Yu reached out and rubbed Margaret's little head. Margaret dodged slightly and leaned into Mo Yu's arms.

"Do you like my master? If you do, I can marry you." Margaret raised her little head and looked at Mo Yu. Mo Yu was a little dumbfounded, but did not answer. He would not fall in love with another woman, but if

If you have to choose a wife, Feng Aoran would be a good choice.

"What do you want to do, little guy? Just be a little pig and sleep when you're full. Then eat when you're full." Mo Yu reached out and took out a piece of barbecue and handed it to Margaret, who took it and ate it with a groan.

, but I was thinking about how to pair them up.

Xinghun had returned to his own body and took a vicious bite of the barbecue in his hand. He kept looking at Margaret. He usually wouldn't let him hug him, but he would hug him when the pretty boy came. It seemed that the plan was to

It's ahead of schedule.

Throwing away the barbecue in his hand, Xinghun walked towards his military tent.

After eating happily, Margaret was ready to be a qualified pig like Mo Yu said, so she went back with a shy belly. Just as she got into the tent, the little white tiger happily ran over and stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Margaret, Margaret slapped her directly and looked at the little white tiger with some doubts. She was always as scared as a little pug when she saw her. Why were she so warm to her today?

The little white tiger was slapped and rolled back slightly, but he was muttering in his heart, Damn, aren't we usually pretty good with this little white tiger? Why did I become like this as soon as I came in?

Yes, this little tiger was Star Soul at this moment. He had been thinking about it for a long time and felt like he got up and waggled his tail and continued to move forward, "Ouch~~"

Xinghun shouted. Margaret was not in the mood today. She kicked her away again and jumped onto the bed. She got under the quilt and closed her eyes.

Feng Aoran and the others came back.

"Why did this little white tiger escape to the bed today?" Feng Aoran walked to the bed and picked up the little white tiger by its tail. Xinghun cried out sadly in his heart again, why is this woman so unkind to such a cute little girl?

The white tiger is also so violent.

Looking at the struggling little white tiger in his hands, Feng Aoran curled his lips and threw it out of the tent. Dragons and tigers were fighting. As dragons, they always didn't like tigers. After solving the eyesore, Feng Aoran also climbed into bed and went to sleep.

At the door, Xinghun felt that his internal organs were about to shift, and crawled out with a cry of grief, his heart was bleeding, it was such a wonderful idea, how could it become like this.

It was a joyful night, and all the troops in Bess City were immersed in a joyful atmosphere. Probably only Star Soul spent it in sorrow and pain.

Outside Bess, Moller Military Camp.

A fire not only lost 50,000 beast-taming troops, but also burned away all the morale they had been working towards.

An old man wearing a strange robe took a bath and burned incense before walking into a tent. There was nothing in the tent. If there was any difference from an ordinary tent, it was that there was a huge formation spell on the ground of the tent. The old man slowly

He slowly walked into the tent and knelt in the center of the formation spell.

The old voice sounded slowly, and he had a bowl filled with red liquid in his hand. He slowly poured the red liquid onto the ground, and the spell on the ground lit up instantly.

"Supreme Witch Lord, please give your devout people a little light, give your people a little hint, so that your people can get out of confusion and embark on a bright road."

The hoarse and gloomy voice sounded like it came from hell. A pair of skinny hands formed a complex handprint. A dark purple light lit up from his fingertips. The surrounding charms also emitted the same purple light. There was a hollow voice.

It sounded slowly in the tent but it was impossible to determine from which direction it came.

"Sara Lei, what do you want from me again? Didn't I just give you an army of 50,000 beast masters?" As the old voice sounded, a shadow floated in the air. It was a man in black robes.

The figure, whose entire body was covered by a black robe, looked as thin as a skeleton, and his voice seemed to have the sound of creaking bones.

"Lord, that 50,000-strong army was burned to death by a despicable human being." Salare gritted his teeth viciously, and when he saw the mountain of corpses, his heart was about to explode.

The shadow seemed to tremble, and the eyes in the black robe were slightly closed. In his mind, a woman with a pair of gorgeous wings was splashing fire oil in the rain of flaming arrows, while his army of 50,000 beast masters was struggling in the fire.

Scream and turn into ashes.
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