Chapter 1671: 1671
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As soon as the pupil of the flower on the street 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 heavy smoke, her eyes were extremely dry, tears almost fell down, even if she covered her mouth and nose with her hands, she coughed constantly.
Seeing this, the man in black was about to turn around and leave. Just as he had just turned around, he was suddenly shot by a dagger, and the blood in the cavity gushed out, and he fell down heavily.
Under the smoke and fire, Mo Shanghua vaguely saw Yan Beicheng standing in front of the man in black. The blood on the dagger in his hand dropped drop by drop, while his face, which was not good-looking, had no expression. His eyes, which were as deep as the bottom of the spring, were filled with deep and incomparable anger. The back of his hand holding the dagger was full of veins.
"Back up." He asked the stranger in a loud voice, and directly kicked up the body of the man in black, and directly used his body to smash open the burned crossbeam and other things falling from the roof.
Then, seeing his body shape, he entered the room and held the flowers in his arms.
Mo Shanghua was trapped in it for a long time, and her eyes were fixed on Yan Beicheng's face. While her heart was shaking, a warm current was flowing slowly from her heart, and she was beating quickly and quietly.
No matter past or present, no one has ever been so kind to her, that is, to save her with all his life.
She can clearly feel that Yan Beicheng holding her iron arm are slightly trembling, the bottom of the eyes a few touch of love and heartache are out of control.
The smoke was too thick for the flowers to notice.
At this time, the flame outside the house was burning again, and the way out was blocked again. However, Yan Beicheng held the moshanghua tightly, kicked the body of the man in black who had been dyed with a little flame again, cleared out part of the road, and rushed out with moshanghua 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, and he threw the flowers directly 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 strength of the beam.
Mo Shanghua just stood firm, then saw this scene, pupil sharp contraction, quickly came forward to Yan Beicheng help out, put out the tiny flame on his shoulder.
The fight in the hospital is over, and the guards are carrying water to put out the fire. The people are grateful for the kindness of Mo Shanghua, and they all help together.
Qin ya, who has been hugged by Qin Lin and refuses to go in, runs to see the flowers coming out. She kneels down with red eyes. As for Zhang Wan, she doesn't know where to go.
But Mo Shanghua didn't care about these things. He just grasped Yan Beicheng's sleeve tightly and looked at his pale face. His always calm face changed for the first time. "Quick, get the carriage ready first. I'll give it to you here. I'll go back to the post house with the Lord first."
……
The wound on Yan Beicheng's shoulder was not too serious. It was just a big bruise and swollen. The more serious one was internal injury.
Mo Shanghua's eyes looked at Mo Shanghua's blue and purple wound. After a long time, he forced himself not to think about it. Yingbai fingered again and again, gently lifted up the slightly cool ointment and put it on for him.
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As soon as the pupil of the flower on the street 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 heavy smoke, her eyes were extremely dry, tears almost fell down, even if she covered her mouth and nose with her hands, she coughed constantly.
Seeing this, the man in black was about to turn around and leave. Just as he had just turned around, he was suddenly shot by a dagger, and the blood in the cavity gushed out, and he fell down heavily.
Under the smoke and fire, Mo Shanghua vaguely saw Yan Beicheng standing in front of the man in black. The blood on the dagger in his hand dropped drop by drop, while his face, which was not good-looking, had no expression. His eyes, which were as deep as the bottom of the spring, were filled with deep and incomparable anger. The back of his hand holding the dagger was full of veins.
"Back up." He asked the stranger in a loud voice, and directly kicked up the body of the man in black, and directly used his body to smash open the burned crossbeam and other things falling from the roof.
Then, seeing his body shape, he entered the room and held the flowers in his arms.
Mo Shanghua was trapped in it for a long time, and her eyes were fixed on Yan Beicheng's face. While her heart was shaking, a warm current was flowing slowly from her heart, and she was beating quickly and quietly.
No matter past or present, no one has ever been so kind to her, that is, to save her with all his life.
She can clearly feel that Yan Beicheng holding her iron arm are slightly trembling, the bottom of the eyes a few touch of love and heartache are out of control.
The smoke was too thick for the flowers to notice.
At this time, the flame outside the house was burning again, and the way out was blocked again. However, Yan Beicheng held the moshanghua tightly, kicked the body of the man in black who had been dyed with a little flame again, cleared out part of the road, and rushed out with moshanghua 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, and he threw the flowers directly 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 strength of the beam.
Mo Shanghua just stood firm, then saw this scene, pupil sharp contraction, quickly came forward to Yan Beicheng help out, put out the tiny flame on his shoulder.
The fight in the hospital is over, and the guards are carrying water to put out the fire. The people are grateful for the kindness of Mo Shanghua, and they all help together.
Qin ya, who has been hugged by Qin Lin and refuses to go in, runs to see the flowers coming out. She kneels down with red eyes. As for Zhang Wan, she doesn't know where to go.
But Mo Shanghua didn't care about these things. He just grasped Yan Beicheng's sleeve tightly and looked at his pale face. His always calm face changed for the first time. "Quick, get the carriage ready first. I'll give it to you here. I'll go back to the post house with the Lord first."
……
The wound on Yan Beicheng's shoulder was not too serious. It was just a big bruise and swollen. The more serious one was internal injury.
Mo Shanghua's eyes looked at Mo Shanghua's blue and purple wound. After a long time, he forced himself not to think about it. Yingbai fingered again and again, gently lifted up the slightly cool ointment and put it on for him.
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As soon as the pupil of the flower on the street 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 heavy smoke, her eyes were extremely dry, tears almost fell down, even if she covered her mouth and nose with her hands, she coughed constantly. Seeing this, the man in black was about to turn around and leave. Just as he had just turned around, he was suddenly shot by a dagger, and the blood in the cavity gushed out, and he fell down heavily. Under the smoke and fire, Mo Shanghua vaguely saw Yan Beicheng standing in front of the man in black. The blood on the dagger in his hand dropped drop by drop, while his face, which was not good-looking, had no expression. His eyes, which were as deep as the bottom of the spring, were filled with deep and incomparable anger. The back of his hand holding the dagger was full of veins. "Back up." He asked the stranger in a loud voice, and directly kicked up the body of the man in black, and directly used his body to smash open the burned crossbeam and other things falling from the roof. Then, seeing his body shape, he entered the room and held the flowers in his arms. Mo Shanghua was trapped in it for a long time, and her eyes were fixed on Yan Beicheng's face. While her heart was shaking, a warm current was flowing slowly from her heart, and she was beating quickly and quietly. No matter past or present, no one has ever been so kind to her, that is, to save her with all his life. She can clearly feel that Yan Beicheng holding her iron arm are slightly trembling, the bottom of the eyes a few touch of love and heartache are out of control. The smoke was too thick for the flowers to notice. At this time, the flame outside the house was burning again, and the way out was blocked again. However, Yan Beicheng held the moshanghua tightly, kicked the body of the man in black who had been dyed with a little flame again, cleared out part of the road, and rushed out with moshanghua 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, and he threw the flowers directly 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 strength of the beam. Mo Shanghua just stood firm, then saw this scene, pupil sharp contraction, quickly came forward to Yan Beicheng help out, put out the tiny flame on his shoulder. The fight in the hospital is over, and the guards are carrying water to put out the fire. The people are grateful for the kindness of Mo Shanghua, and they all help together. Qin ya, who has been hugged by Qin Lin and refuses to go in, runs to see the flowers coming out. She kneels down with red eyes. As for Zhang Wan, she doesn't know where to go. But Mo Shanghua didn't care about these things. He just grasped Yan Beicheng's sleeve tightly and looked at his pale face. His always calm face changed for the first time. "Quick, get the carriage ready first. I'll give it to you here. I'll go back to the post house with the Lord first." The wound on Yan Beicheng's shoulder was not too serious. It was just a big bruise and swollen. The more serious one was internal injury. Mo Shanghua's eyes looked at Mo Shanghua's blue and purple wound. After a long time, he forced himself not to think about it. Yingbai fingered again and again, gently lifted up the slightly cool ointment and put it on for him. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
