Although it was raining, that little rainwater could not extinguish the fire that Zhuge Canglan had lit. She stood in the air and looked at the hut that was in flames below, snorting coldly: "I don't believe how far you can run..."

Han Weiyang's voice suddenly sounded out from behind Zhuge Canglan: "Hey, what did you say you did to burn the house down? There is no place to shelter from the wind and rain tonight."

"Listening to what you said, it's a pity that this house was burned down?"

Zhuge Canglan turned around and saw Han Weiyang swaying slightly like a feather in the wind and rain, as if he had no weight at all. The white clothes on his body were not stained by the rain and were still very dry.

As soon as he saw Han Weiyang's virtue, Zhuge Canglan's heart burst with anger. With a thought, the surrounding raindrops instantly gathered together.

The raindrops condensed into five or six fist-sized water balls and threw them at Han Weiyang. Even if they were broken by him, he would be covered in water.

Sure enough, the water ball broke in front of him before Han Weiyang could hit it, and the water droplets fell all over him. He sighed and flicked the water droplets on his clothes. Those water droplets were like dew on the lotus leaf, not scattered at all, and even more

Not forgetting that the water seeped into his clothes, he flicked it and the water dropped.

Han Weiyang looked at the sea of ​​​​fire below and said regretfully: "Of course, there is only this one house in a radius of hundreds of miles. If you burn this house in the middle of the night, where will we live?"

When Zhuge Canglan thought of what he saw in the house, he still felt sick in his stomach.

"I feel light even if I burn this place." Zhuge Canglan suddenly turned his head and said sternly: "Han Weiyang, didn't you say they are not in danger? Can't you see those two goblins?"

Han Weiyang shrugged his shoulders slightly: "Of course there is no danger. A spider spirit that is less than a thousand years old, plus a mouse spirit that is eight hundred years old, what threat do you think it can pose to us?"

Zhuge Canglan finally understood that what this bastard said was not dangerous at all, but that it was not threatening to him, so he felt it didn't matter.

Zhuge Canglan suddenly laughed out loud, and glanced at Han Weiyang's rather ostentatious appearance in the night with disdain: "That's easy to say, Master Shenhou, of course you, a loose immortal, are not afraid of goblins!"

Han Weiyang's expression suddenly changed after hearing the word 'Sanxian': "How do you know."

"Why, are you afraid that others will know that your cultivation has reached the Mahayana flying stage? The paper cannot contain the fire. Sooner or later it will fall out. Do you want to kill people and silence them?"

Han Weiyang was originally three or four meters away from Zhuge Canglan, but suddenly she was in front of her, and there was no longer any smile on her face: "You can't see that, who told you."

Zhuge Canglan was not afraid at all. The more Han Weiyang cared about her, the happier she became.

An evil smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and strands of soaked black hair stuck to his face. Taking advantage of that absolutely beautiful face, it was surprisingly confusing.

Zhuge Canglan chuckled and said: "Han Weiyang, tell me why I have to tell you. If you have the ability, you can think of it yourself. People who can see your hidden strength, you say...even if you know who he is, how can you tell him?"

how is he?"

"You think you can control everything. There are many more powerful people in this world than you. Don't be too conceited."

Han Weiyang remained silent and pressed Zhuge Canglan's body, bending her waist back more than thirty degrees. Looking at the two of them from the side, they gave people an ambiguous illusion.
Chapter completed!