The sweltering feeling was like being locked up in a small house in the dog days of summer. There was a lot of charcoal fire in the small house.

"Is it hot?" Xu Bai stood not far away, holding a ghost head knife with a smile on his face: "Why don't you take it off."

"You're dreaming!" the blacksmith roared and rushed over again.

Xu Bai turned around to avoid it and added more fire.

"It seems that it is not you who consumes me to death, but I consume you to death."

These words were like igniting a barrel of explosives. Coupled with the scorching heat inside the armor, the blacksmith became even more angry.

Rampage, collision!

But with little success.

After half a stick of incense, the blacksmith finally stopped.

At this time, while inside the armor, the blacksmith's lips appeared dry and cracked.

His consciousness also began to blur.

The burning feeling was like being roasted on a fire.

He only has one thought now, and that is to get out quickly.

Under the lake of consciousness, instinct defeated his consciousness.

"Kacha!"

There was a sound coming from the helmet, and the blacksmith opened the helmet.

The breeze blows slowly, making you feel relaxed and happy.

The mind regained its clarity and consciousness gradually returned.

At this time, he finally realized what he had done and hurriedly prepared to close his helmet.

But it's too late.

Not far away, Xu Bai was holding a ghost-headed sword, looking like a ghost under the Four Suns movement.

"What a great head!"
Chapter completed!