My Empress is My Bad Girl

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

The fireworks filled her, and she couldn't open her eyes.

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

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

"Prince Lian!"

She yelled loudly.

There was no response except for the crackling wood burning.

The fire was already in front of him, and Zhaohui was scorched by the heat.

She felt like a grilled fish on a fire.

But she resisted and didn't step back.

She coughed and shouted: "Prince Lian! Big liar! Where are you, call me back! Please, I don't hate you! Big liar, just say it!"

"I am here…"

A faint voice came into her ears.

For Yu Zhaohui, she seemed to have heard Xianle.

She hurriedly searched for her, and finally found Prince Lian under a fallen bookshelf. He seemed to have been hit in the head by the collapsed bookshelf when he was leaving, with blood on his forehead.

The feet were also stuck to the master.

It was Zhaohui's cry that awakened him.

A cluster of fire was burning under his clothes.

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

Thick smoke filled.

Xiao Er coughed violently.

Zhaohui quickly brought her veil to his mouth.

Xiao Er frowned: "What is this."

"My veil!"

"It's so stinky, take it away!" Xiao Er's feet were blocked by the heavy bookshelf and couldn't move, but there was still time to dislike the smell of Zhaohui's veil.

Zhaohui was ashamed and angry. She glared at him for a moment. Suddenly, her anger came from her heart, and the evil grew to the edge of her heart. She slapped him on the face and forced her to put the veil on his mouth and nose, "When is this time? , You have to bear it with me!"

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

Although the buildings throughout the temple are not luxurious, the materials used in the furniture inside are extremely sophisticated.

The big bookshelf on this side alone is made of a whole piece of golden nanmu, which is as heavy as a stone.

Xiao Er's crushed calf bone has broken, and blood has soaked the trousers and clothes.

In addition to his head being stunned by falling objects, and his legs being crushed, it was also the reason why he couldn't get out.

Zhaohui squatted down, hugged the bookshelf with both hands, tried her best, but couldn't move the bookshelf at all.

Tired and almost collapsed, she staggered and sat on the ground, crying out crying: "I can't move, I can't move! Why is it so heavy! It's terrible!"

The fire is getting bigger and bigger.

The flames had almost licked their faces.

Zhaohui cried in a hurry, crying while desperately trying to move the bookshelf.

Xiao Er said: "With your little strength, what can you do?"

"We are all going to be burned to death, and you still say cold words!" Zhaohui cried out crying.

"I am going to be burned to death, not you. You can run away now, and you can still survive." Xiao Er said lightly.

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

Xiao Er chuckles: "You don't have to be so deeply affectionate to me, right? Most women are idiots with no brains. For a man, or a man who doesn't take you seriously, he must take his own life. ."

Zhaohui had no intention of refuting what he said.

She cried and sat on the ground: "What to do, what to do."

A beam suddenly collapsed, and Zhaohui crawled away in fright.