The fire burned bigger and bigger, the air became hotter and hotter, the whole house was burned, like a huge fireball, and Qingge was surrounded by the center of the fireball.
Suddenly, a car stopped suddenly in front of the fireball, making a harsh brake sound. Na Hanjue jumped out of the car with a murderous look on his face, and his whole body was as stern as a life-killing Shura.
"Damn it!" Looking at the life-killing flames in front of him, he didn't hesitate for a moment, and his slender figure rushed towards the sea of fire like an arrow.
"Jue! No! The fire is too strong, you..." Le Jingyu, who followed closely behind, wanted to stop him, but it was too late, and Na Hanjue's figure had disappeared into a sea of fire.
Le Jingyu stamped his feet and ordered the bodyguards behind him, "Quick! Put out the fire! If Master Nahan dies in front of our eyes, none of us will survive!"
In front of his eyes was a raging fire that could devour a person's life at any time, but Na Hanjue's eyes did not blink. He looked at the gap that the fire had not burned and rushed into the yard like an arrow.
Kicking open the door of the burned-out house, he saw Qing Ge trapped in an iron cage.
The bright red fire, the plain white, the cold pretty face, and the gentle singing of the wind in the firelight were astonishingly beautiful, but it made Na Hanjue's heart ache so much.
Her expression was so pale, without a trace of joy, anger, sorrow or joy, as if her life and death had nothing to do with her, as if she would ride the wind back at any time.
"Ge'er!" He couldn't tell whether there was love or pity in his tone. He strode over and took out the dagger he carried with him and slashed at the iron cage with all his strength.
The dagger in his hand was a sharp tool that could cut iron like mud. There were several loud "bang" sounds, sparks flew from the iron pillars, and several iron pillars broke. He returned his hand a few more times, and several iron pillars broke.
It falls to the ground, revealing a gap that can accommodate one person.
"Let's go!" Nahanjue grabbed Qingge with her backhand and rushed out.
There was a sound of wind above her head. Qingge looked up and saw a burning foreign object falling towards her head with the sound of wind. She instinctively hid behind her, but behind her was an iron cage. The iron cage had been burned red. If her body was leaning against
If you go up there, you will definitely be injured.
Just when her body was about to press against the iron cage, Na Hanjue pulled her back violently.
Na Hanjue raised his hand to block it, and he pushed the foreign object out with one of his fleshy palms. The end of it was swept onto the clothes around Qingge's waist, and it instantly burned and emitted green smoke.
Na Hanjue didn't even blink, and directly slapped her flesh palm on Qing Ge's clothes, extinguishing the sparks on her waist.
Qingge raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with shock. He grabbed her head and pressed it on his chest, gritting his teeth slightly, "Be good! Don't be afraid! I'll take you out!"
He used half of his body to protect Qing Ge, holding her in his arms to avoid flying sparks, and rushing out while avoiding messy foreign objects such as burned beams and door frames falling everywhere.
Listening to Na Hanjue's simple words "Don't be afraid", Qingge felt ripples in her heart that she had never experienced before.
His voice was so low and powerful, giving people a feeling of being able to rely on them, as if as long as he was there, there really was nothing to fear.
His palm pressed her head firmly, and half of his body was protecting her. He faced all dangers first. Only when he fell could those dangers hurt her.
Qingge hugged his waist tightly and let him rush out with her in his arms. The temperature on his iron chest seemed to be hotter than the surrounding fire. The familiar breath in his arms made her feel at ease...
