As the saying goes, time is fate, she can never find such a candidate again!
As long as you get rid of this child, you will win!
His hand was pressed.
As long as it is thrown into the fire, it will be completely destroyed.
No one can save him.
Only Luo Jia, he also became Kuafu... chasing the scorching sun, no, that kind of flame, he suddenly jumped off his horse, jumped down, and threw himself into the sea of fire: "Hong'er...Hong'er..."
The child was shocked.
Old A was also shocked.
He did not expect Luo Jia's actions.
Once his hands loosen, he was about to throw Hong'er down.
Such a young child was proud and did not beg for mercy at all.
Only when my body is approaching the flame and feeling the pain, it is the child who cannot bear the pain, the impending death, a tear flows in his eyes.
At that time, he happened to see him.
He also happened to see him.
In the fire, the eyes were facing each other.
Old A was shocked, his hands softened, and suddenly jumped up, holding the child on the ground: "Forget it, this is the fate! This is the fate, hahaha...hahaha..."
He ran out and jumped up.
Only Luo Jia's body came through the sea of fire and hugged the trembling child...
The child cried like rain, plunged into his arms, crying bitterly: "Grandpa, grandpa...I don't want you to leave me anymore...I don't want you to leave me anymore..."
Luo Jia hugged him tightly, his hair and beard were all burnt, his face covered with ashes. Only the branches that Wei Chen blew up, tearing off the last piece of fire-catching clothes on his body, and still in the fire.
From a distance, I saw only a monster like a fireball, the person separated by yin and yang... He was misty in his life, life and death, and defeated in a mess. After that, no one knew his whereabouts...
Luo Jia could no longer hold back and she burst into tears.
Looking back, it was the flag of Queen Mother Feng, with thousands of horses galloping, sweeping through the wind and thunder, and her anxious shout: "Hong'er...Hong'er..."