On a summer night, these houses in the valley were all built with wood. The fire basin kicked over by Chi Wu sent tongues of fire curling up some papers, which fell in various places, slowly catching flame.
Admittedly, Wufu's luck is sometimes good, but other times it's hard to say if it's bad or something else.
The black-clad intruder in this house, since he came to handle those account books and such, must be a trusted person of Marquis Xuanwu with first-class martial skills.
The fire began to burn the wood, and being in the valley, the wind only encouraged it more, making the fiery dragon crackle and rise.
The person Wufu and Xiao Qi were dealing with acted swiftly and fiercely, and the two of them couldn't take him down immediately.
"Xiao Qi, you go up, I'll go down." Wufu and Xiao Qi maneuvered around, her Whip wrapping around the man's leg while Xiao Qi leaped into the air and sat on the man's neck.
