C421 Mystic Fire Mirror(2)

"Damn it, I lost this kid's breath again." Death Fire's face turned ashen. The fat meat in his mouth had actually flown away.

"So hot, so hot!" Zhu Qing hurriedly threw away the mirror in his hand. His palm was already blistered by the heat.

The fiery red mirror was continuously releasing heat. If Zhu Qing had been one step late, he would have been burned to death by the heat of the mirror