Chapter 652: Flame's Death Trap: I Don't Want You to Accompany
"If I don't leave, it's me who should die." Li Qian blocked the way for me, her face turned pale and she refused to leave.
"Go quickly" my mind is getting confused. I want to leave too, but I can't. I'm also scared, but I have no choice to leave. I just hope everyone is okay.
"Okay" Hitomi Kaaba smiled gently at me, picked up Li Qian, and left away avoiding the flames.
How nice, like this...I always come to this world quietly alone, and then leave quietly alone
The raging fire burned my entire blue pupils. I curled up the corners of my mouth, lowered my eyes, and told myself that this was just a dream.
"Han Qing" a voice made me open my eyes. Yan Yeyi rushed out of the flames, knelt down in front of me, trembling hands, stroking the tears shining on my face.
"Idiot, I hate you." Seeing him at this moment, I can only feel a mixture of sadness and joy. Facing him, I laugh and cry.
"Fool, how can I leave you alone?" Yan Ye hugged me in his arms. Suddenly I didn't want to die. I thought I could hear this heartbeat forever and couldn't bear to leave him at all.
"Woo... Yan Yeyi, why are you so stupid?" She rubbed her arms, wanting to hide herself in his arms, without being afraid of this red sea of fire.
"Don't be afraid, I will accompany you wherever you go." Yan Ye hugged me tightly and was still so careful and protective.
"I don't want you to accompany me, you...ahem...you go." I wanted to push him away, but instead he held me tighter.
"But I want you to accompany me!" Yan Ye wrapped Tong Geyu's wet coat around me, and then I was completely protected by him.
"Crack...dang..." The frame of the warehouse has been burned beyond recognition, and the bright red torch fell down
It was as if I was bathing in the will-o'-the-wisps of the eighteenth level of hell. My body cells were so hot and uncomfortable that I felt like I was being bitten by millions of ants. I was itchy and numb, and breathing was even more uncomfortable.
Vaguely, I seemed to hear the hurried sound of the fire truck, and heard someone shouting something with a loudspeaker. Gradually, I could only hear Yan Yeyi's heartbeat.
"Yan...ahem...ye..."
"Qing'er, Qing'er." Before I could finish my labored words, I was suddenly interrupted by an anxious voice.
Did I hear it wrong? It's Darius's voice.
Yan Yeyi and I looked back blankly to find the source of the sound.
"Qing'er, Yan Yeyi" I heard right. Amid the raging flames, a black figure was still looking for something in the flames, and soon came over to us.