If it weren't for the old monk holding the trump card of inheritance and Suning being reluctant to use the peach core, he could have gone out in a big way.
But now, he can only hope that the forbidden area of the Sutra Pavilion will be more valued by Kong Jian, and that the tiger will leave the mountain as he expected.
"Hey, is it burning?"
Suning called to Hu Zhiying from the bottom of her heart: "Everything is ready. All we need is the east wind. Make the battle bigger."
There was a deathly silence, and there was no response for a long time.
Just when Suning thought there was something wrong with that girl, Hu Zhiying coughed repeatedly and said, "Oh my God, I'm choking to death."
"I set a fire on each floor from the first floor to the fourth floor."
"There is a defensive formation on the fifth floor. It is probably difficult to burn in."
Suning said with relief: "It doesn't matter, as long as it works."
Hu Zhiying panted and said, "Wait slowly, I'll go back to the wing and wash my face."
"By the way, when I was setting fire on the fourth floor, I heard from the fifth floor..."
"Well, I don't know if it's the fifth or sixth floor. There was a child crying."
"Intermittently, looming, crying very hard."
Suning asked curiously: "Didn't you see anyone?"
Hu Zhiying said awkwardly: "My cultivation level is not enough, it would be good if I could cry."