Shen 131 roared, ghost fire honestly climbed out of his tent, drilled into Shen 133's tent.

Shen Shisanhaha laughed: "Give Laozi a hot food."

"Sanshao, we don't take concentrated solid alcohol with us." The ghost fire is pitiful.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you're here, we'll have to save our province." Shen 13 threw the tin box containing food to ghost fire.

With a sad cry of ghost fire, he lifted the box up and pulled up his sleeve. Then he saw that the veins on his arm were red and thin, and red veins appeared, so magical.

Next, his hands became more red, and the temperature of the whole tent...