V2.Chapter 92

When the pupil of the stranger shrinks, she wants to rush out, but she is blocked by the tongue of fire. All the windows in the house are sealed. This time, she really has no way out.

Under the thick smoke, her eyes were smoked dry incomparable, tears almost fell down, even if she covered her mouth and nose with her hand, she coughed constantly.

Seeing this, the man in black was about to turn and leave. Just as he turned around, he was suddenly struck by a dagger, and the blood in the cavity gushed out ceaselessly, and his body fell heavily.

Under the smoke and fire, moshanghua faintly saw Yan Beicheng standing in front of the man in black. The blood on the dagger in his hand was dripping down. His ugly face was not even half of his expression. His eyes were as deep as the bottom of the spring, but there was a deep and incomparable anger in his eyes, and the back of his hand holding the dagger was full of blue veins.

"Back." He yelled at the stranger, and then kicked the corpse of the man in black, and smashed the burning beams with his body, which had already started to burn black hair, and so on.

Then, I saw his body swept, he had entered the house, the flowers on the street were held in his arms.

Moshang flower was trapped in it for a long time, and his eyes were fixed on Yan Beicheng's face. When he was shocked in his heart, a warm current flowed slowly from his heart to his heart, and all his limbs and bodies were beating quietly.

No matter in the past life or in this life, no one has ever been so kind to her, that is, he would have risked his life to save her.

She can clearly feel that Yan Beicheng holding her iron arm is slightly trembling, and the bottom of her eyes a few touch of love and heartache are out of control.

The smoke was too thick, but the flowers on the street did not notice.

At this time, the fire outside the house was already burning again, and the way out was blocked again. However, Yan Beicheng was not flustered. He held the moshang flower tightly and kicked the body of the man in black who had been dyed with flame for a few minutes. He cleared up part of the road, and ran out with the flower in his arms.

He managed to get to the door, but suddenly a beam with fire fell under his head. Yan Beicheng's eyes suddenly changed. He threw the flowers out of the house, but he couldn't dodge. He was hit heavily on his shoulder and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and the dagger had blocked most of the force of the beam.

The stranger flower just stood firm, then saw this scene, pupil intense contraction, rushed forward to help Yanbei city out, put out the tiny flame on his shoulder.

The fighting in the hospital is over. The guards are all busy carrying water to put out the fire. The people are grateful for the kindness of the stranger flower, and they all follow suit to help.

Qin ya, who had been held by Qin Lin for a long time, didn't let her in. Seeing the flowers coming out of the street, Qin Ya was also busy running over and kneeling down with red eyes. As for Zhang Xu, she didn't know where she had gone.

The flower on the stranger didn't care about these things. He just held on to Yan Beicheng's sleeve and looked at his pale face. His calm face changed for the first time. "Quick, get the carriage ready and give it to you. I'll go back to the post house with the Lord."

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The wound on Yan Beicheng's shoulder was not too serious. It was just a large piece of blue and swollen. The more serious one was internal injury.

Mo Shang Hua Mou Guang complex looking at the green purple wound on the street, for a long time, I forced myself not to think of these, yingbai pointed to gently pick up the cool ointment for him to wipe on.