"Just fight with him!" the little hooligan shouted.

"I'm just trying to fight. If you can't beat him, run away. I don't want to be roasted by the fire." Zhang Yang couldn't understand why the little hooligan always wanted to fight with Red Boy. He said, "Anyway, if you see him spitting fire, you can run as fast as you can in the somersault cloud."

The little hooligan nodded and agreed. Then they both made marks on the ground and walked straight along the marks. Several times the crying was very close to them. They both pretended to be deaf, pretended not to hear, and then walked all the way, and finally walked back to the spot without turning around.

After walking for a while, they seemed to have stopped hearing the child's crying again, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, it turned out that they were thinking too beautifully. This time the little fairy did not trap them with the tactic of surrounding them anymore, but appeared directly in front of them, lying under a poplar tree, squeezing her legs while crying.

But when Zhang Yang and the little hooligan saw this crying child, they almost dropped their chin to the ground, because they were so surprised that this little goblin was the immortal life that he hadn't seen for a long time!

"Okay, your personal ginseng fruit spirit, where did you go?" The little hooligan was quite surprised to see Changsheng. He ran over and squatted on the ground to greet him. He found that Changsheng's piercing braid was growing on his head again, so he was still the white and fat child, without any violent aura.

Zhang Yang was also very excited to see Changsheng. After all, this kid used to call him dad, but when he saw Changsheng crying, he felt something was wrong, so he walked up and asked, "What's wrong with Changsheng? Why are you here?"

Sure enough, when Changsheng saw Zhang Yang, he rushed to him and cried, "Dad, I miss you so much."

Zhang Yang subconsciously hugged Changsheng. Although the scene was a bit awkward, he still coaxed him like a child: "Changsheng won't cry, be good, tell me, what happened during this period, where have you been?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, I remember my father said he was going to the west, so I walked to the west and came here." Changsheng said: "As a result, I met a Holy Infant King here. He sent many people to beat me, so I got into the soil, ran to the side, and then I saw you."

"So, you are the one who kept crying around us just now?" Zhang Yang felt strange. If it were Changsheng, wouldn't it be enough to just come out and meet them directly, why do you have to go around like this?

Changsheng nodded and said, "I don't know it's you, I just want to scare you away with crying. I'm afraid that the red children will bully me again."

"Red Boy?" Zhang Yang probably knew that Changsheng should be talking about Red Boy's subordinates, and a group of young boys who were pushing a charcoal train to create momentum.

Looking at Changsheng's eyes were bleak. Although he wanted to avenge Changsheng, Hongbo really didn't want to mess with him, for fear of attracting the Bull Demon King out too early. So he said, "Changsheng, I'm not afraid now. Follow me and I'll take you out of here safely."

At this time, the little hooligan was on the side and was not afraid of the excitement and fanning the flames: "Who bullies my little nephew? I won't teach him a lesson!"

"Get out of here." Zhang Yang cursed: "Is there anything you taught to children like this? We should learn to be tolerant. If we don't bear it, we will make a big plan. We must know how to forgive others and be magnanimous."

The little hooligan didn't say anything, walked to Zhang Yang, raised his legs to his butt and left a dirty footprint on his butt.

Zhang Yang asked incredibly: "Are you tired of living?"

The little hooligan said with a contemptuous look: "Who said he was magnanimous? You should forgive me."

Zhang Yang was in trouble, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, and then while the little hooligan was not paying attention, he raised his legs and kicked him to the ground. Then he said innocently: "Forgive me."

The little hooligan was about to stand up and fight back, but then Changsheng came out to smooth things over. He said, "Don't argue, I'm fine."

Zhang Yang put Changsheng on the back of the White Dragon Horse, and then said, "Okay, let's leave here quickly. The three real fires are really not a joke. If you can, you can hide, don't make too much noise."

The little hooligan actually didn't want to be entangled by such a powerful monster, so he calmed down. He and Changsheng were obediently sitting on the horse's back. The group lowered their voices and planned to walk out of the mountain safely.

However, before walking for a long time, Zhang Yang heard the shouts of children coming from all over the world, and quickly approaching them from far to near. These sounds were not just the shouts of children, but also mixed with the noisy sound of wheels rolling on the ground.

Zhang Yang knew what was going on with the voice, so he immediately became alert and asked Zhang Yang and Changsheng to get off the horse quickly and be prepared to deal with the enemy.

As the sounds approached, some red ghosts could be seen emerging from the green forest. They were pushing the charcoal train in their hands and surrounded Zhang Yang and others.

"It's over, I'll say Cao Cao is here." Zhang Yang had already felt the high temperature of the surrounding flames evaporating the air, and he immediately sweated like rain. Changsheng was even more afraid of the high temperature, and felt that his body was about to melt, and slowly fell to the ground. Seeing this, Zhang Yang hurriedly said to the little hooligan: "Hurry, let the nine-toothed rake pull out the water of Tianhe."

The little hooligan asked while taking out the nine-toothed rake, "Didn't this fire be overwhelmed?"

Zhang Yang explained: "The only three real fires are Red Boys. The fires of these little ghosts are ordinary fires. Hurry up, I will cook them all."

After the nine-toothed rake is taken out, its nine-toothed rake rotates and forked, forming a uniform circular nine-toothed, and begins to spray water in all directions. The water of the Tianhe River is not simple water, and ordinary flames can extinguish it in an instant.

When these little ghosts saw water coming out, they immediately pushed the charcoal train to start rotating clockwise. The moment they pushed the cart, the flames in the charcoal fire "brushed" straight into the sky, forming a cylindrical closed lava wall. Note that it is not a flame wall, but a lava wall. The water from the sky sprayed onto the lava wall, and only a large amount of white steam came out, but the wall was not weakened at all.

"It's over, it's like entering the roast duck stove." Zhang Yang felt his skin hurting, and the clothes on his body began to smell burnt. He turned his head and saw that the little hooligan and Changsheng were both lying on the ground, looking dying.

He hurriedly grabbed them, and then used the instant movement technique of the Huntian Great Saint Peng Demon King, and took them to the sky dozens of meters high, and summoned cotton clouds for their stay.

Zhang Yang looked at the white dragon horse in the fire wall below, took a deep breath, and activated the spell again.
Chapter completed!