There was a sea of ​​fire in front of me.

The fireworks were lingering, making her eyes unable to open her eyes.

She pinched the wet veil and covered her mouth and nose tightly to prevent the smoke from rushing into her mouth and nose.

She couldn't see the situation in the house clearly, so she could only grope and walk forward, and also prevent objects that might fall on her body and catch fire at any time.

"Prince Lian!"

She shouted loudly.

There was no response except for the crackling sound of wood burning.

The fire had already reached its sight, and Zhaohui's whole body was burned by the high temperature.

She felt like grilled fish being put on a fire.

But she held it over and did not retreat.

She coughed and shouted: "Prince Lian! Big liar! Where are you? Let me answer! Please, I don't hate you anymore! Big liar, say it!"

"I'm here……"

A faint voice came into her ears.

Yu Zhaohui said that it seemed that she had heard the music of immortality.

She hurriedly followed the sound and finally found Prince Lian under a falling bookshelf. He seemed to be hit by the collapsed bookshelf when he left, and his forehead was covered with blood.

The feet were also stuck tightly.

It was Zhaohui's cry that awakened him.

A cluster of fire burned at the hem of his clothes.

Zhaohui hurried over, grabbed something casually, and slapped the flames on his body desperately.

Thick smoke filled the air.

The waiter started coughing violently.

Zhaohui quickly delivered her handkerchief to his mouth.

The waiter frowned: "What is this."

"My veil!"

"It's so stinking, take it away!" The waiter's foot was stuck in the heavy bookshelf and could not move, but he still had time to dislike the smell of the veil in Zhaohui's hand.

Zhaohui was both ashamed and angry. She glared at him for a moment, and suddenly became angry from her heart. She was so angry that she was brave. She slapped him in the face and forced her to cover her mouth and nose. "When is it now? You have to endure it too!"

She pulled a wet cloth from her wet jacket, tied it to her face, covered her mouth and nose, and turned to move the bookshelf pressed on Xiao Er's body.

Although the buildings in the temple are not luxurious, the materials used in the furniture are extremely exquisite.

This large bookshelf with a height of height is made of a whole piece of golden nanmu, as heavy as gold and stone.

The waiter's calves that were pressed down were broken, and blood soaked his pants and clothes.

In addition to being hit by the falling objects in his head and being pressed into his legs, it is also the reason why he cannot escape.

Zhaohui squatted down, hugged the bookshelf with both hands, and tried her best, but she could not move the bookshelf at all.

She was so tired that she was almost exhausted. She staggered and fell to the ground, shouting in a crying voice: "I can't move, I can't move! Why is it so heavy! It's so fatal!"

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

The flames had almost licked their faces.

Zhaohui was so anxious that she cried. While crying, she tried desperately to move the bookshelf.

The waiter said: "What can you do with your little strength?"

"We are all going to be burned to death, and you are still talking sarcastic!" Zhaohui shouted in tears.

"It's me who's going to be burned to death, not you. You can still survive if you run away now." Xiaoer said calmly.

"If I want to escape, why should I come in and save you?"

The waiter chuckled: "You don't have to have such deep love for me, right? Most women are brainless idiots. For a man, they are still men who don't take you seriously at all, and they have to pay their lives."

Zhaohui had no intention of refuting his words.

She sat on the ground crying and said, "What should I do, what should I do."
Chapter completed!