"Luo Feihua, servants, Sun's guards, and Luo's confidants are here."
The shouts came one after another, making the scene extremely nervous.
The yard is located in the shade, so the explosion of flames looks particularly eye-catching.
This large flame spread out in an instant with the wind, and the flames soared into the sky,
In the sky that was set against the red color of the fire, you can see dozens of guards shouting constantly.
They carried buckets, fire extinguishers, and shouted, running from all directions to put out the fire.
But despite their efforts, they did not have much effect in the face of the huge fire, just like a new cup of water truck.
The flames rise and jump, twist and extend with the wind, gradually sweeping across the entire yard.
"Put the fire, put out the fire, put out the fire quickly, don't burn Luo Feihua to death."
Ye Fan, who had penetrated out of the car door, rushed forward like a whirlwind, but rushed out dozens of meters and ran back immediately.
The fire is too big.
He rushed over without any help, and was not burned to death by the fire, or was choked to death by the thick smoke.
Seeing such a fire, Ye Fan's eyelids kept beating: "This is to burn Luo Feihua to death."
The Shi Zixian's pretty face turned cold: "You mean, this is not an accident, but someone deliberately sets fire?"
"It seems like the kitchen gas tank exploded, but the fire broke out from three places and connected together."
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at the fire:
"It happened to block three entrances and exits, and it was obvious that someone deliberately set fires."
He added: "And people who are familiar with the architecture of the yard set fire."
The Shi Zixian's pretty face: "I'm so bold. I've been killing people at Cihangzhai, so I'll still attack Luo Feihua."
"People come, concentrate their hands to put out the fire in full swing!"
"Call the Cihangzhai Firefighting Team here."
"Turn the fire truck over!"
"quick!"
While urging his subordinates to put out the fire with all their might, he also grabbed Ye Fan's wrist and refused to let go.
"Junior sister, why are you pulling me like this?"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned: "It's not good to be so intimate in broad daylight."
Without outsiders, Ye Fan didn't mind joking about Master's concubine. There were too many people on the scene, and he was worried that he would kneel down on the laundry board when he went back.
"I'm afraid you're looking for death!"
The Master Zixian's tone was cold, and she did not avoid outsiders' eyes and did not let go of Ye Fan's wrists at all.
She was worried that as soon as she let go, Ye Fan sneaked in and saved the person.
"Don't worry, that's Luo Feihua. Although she is an important person in the case, I won't fight for her."
Ye Fan hurriedly explained: "If it were you who were surrounded by the fire, it would be almost the same if I rushed in."
The Master Zixian raised his head and curled his lips, ignoring Ye Fan's words, but there was a trace of strangeness in his heart.
Then she shouted to a junior sister: "Call the fire helicopter over."
The fire became increasingly fierce, and the Master's Concubine issued another order.
"Bang bang--"
But at this moment, two loud bangs burst out from two nearby places.
One is the clinic where Sun Chongshan and Qian Shiyin are located.
One is the Linglong Tower where Cihangzhai places relics and scriptures.
Together, the Sun family and Cihang's children spread out their hands to put out the fire.
In this way, only a dozen people left in Luo Feihua's yard to fight the fire.
Without absolute human suppression, the flames rise like stars that are prairie fire.
A few gusts of mountain winds blew slowly from the thick smoke, making the fire higher and farther.
The fire, in just five minutes, was like a wave rolling up in the sea.
It was uncontrollable and surging, and even Ye Fan and Shi Zixian could feel suffocation in the distance.
"asshole!"
Seeing this, Shi Zizi's face turned cold: "This murderer is really poisonous and cruel enough!"
"Junior sister, tell the guards to stop putting out the fire."
Ye Fan had a calm feeling on his face: "Concentrate people to rescue Luo Feihua."
The Master's Concubine nodded, and then turned her head to the junior sister.
Soon, more than a dozen nuns in black flashed out from the shadow behind him, and rushed towards the burning yard like sharp arrows.
Ye Fan was slightly stunned. He had never seen these people before, but he could see that they were extremely respectful to the Master Princess.
It seems that the background of Cihangzhai is really unfathomable.
Ye Fan was very glad that he became Cihang's little male disciple.
"Woo--"
As more than a dozen nuns in black rushed forward wearing gas masks, they rushed into a convoy roaring from behind.
All the cars were parked behind Ye Fan and the Saint.
The car door opened and dozens of young men and women emerged, and Ye Feiyang was the ones who took the lead.
"mom--"
"mom--"
Seeing the fire surging and seeing a few people putting out the fire, Ye Jincheng rushed forward and yelled.
Ye Feiyang hurriedly grabbed him with his eyes and hands:
"Mr. Ye, don't be impulsive! Don't be impulsive!"
Then he turned his head and shouted at dozens of followers: "Go and help put out the fire."
Dozens of companions rolled up their sleeves without saying a word and rushed forward to put out the fire.
Ye Feiyang also pulled Ye Jincheng tightly, obviously worried that he would rush into the yard with all his might.
"Bastard, aren't you a master of the realm? Why don't you rush in to put out the fire and save my mother? Why should you stand by and watch?"
Ye Jincheng saw the Master Zizi holding Ye Fan, and then looked at the big smoke-filled fire, and lost his mind and rushed forward and pushed Ye Fan:
"You hate me and my mother in your heart, do you want to see her burn to death?"
"You are also seeking justice for my mother to restore her innocence. Bah, you want to kill her slowly by yourself."
"Ye Fan, bastard, you have the ability to come to me, why are you targeting my mother like this?"
"I tell you, what's wrong with my mother? I will definitely kill you, kill you."
His eyes were red as if he was going to kill Ye Fan, and he wanted to reach out to push Ye Fan again.
"Bang--"
The Master Princess kicked Ye Jincheng without saying a word.
Her pretty face was as strong as frost and she suppressed her momentum, without giving Ye Jincheng any face:
"Ye Jincheng, Cihangzhai is not a place for you to scatter, and Ye Fan is not something you can bully."
"It's hard to put out such a big fire, so many guards and so many fire extinguishers. How could Ye Fan, who was hit by three swords, rush in to put out the fire?"
"Save is a love part, not a rescue is a duty. There is no reason for you to blame Ye Fan for taking the risk of rushing into the sea of fire."
"You can hold Cihangzhai accountable when there is a fire in Cihangzhai, but you are not qualified to hold Ye Fan accountable."
She did not hide her attitude at all: "If you attack Ye Fan again, don't blame me for not giving you face."
"Saint, why do you protect him? Why do you protect him again and again?"
"He has the obligation to ensure my mother's safety after he took my mother's case."
Ye Jincheng was very angry: "Now that the yard has caught fire, and he, the person in charge of the investigation, is standing by and waiting for my mother to die."
"Ye Fan really wants your mother to die, so he won't be able to wade into this muddy water."
The Shi Zixian's tone was cold: "Isn't it enough to just let the Sun family kill your mother?"
"Ye Fan has been given it for his mother!"
Ye Jincheng roared again: "Saint, why are you protecting him? Why are you favoring him?"
"You should be on my side, you should understand my emotions, how do you talk to him?"
"Do you like him? Do you like this bastard?"
"Otherwise, how could you turn your guns around and scold me?"
"Otherwise, how could you take care of him without taking off your clothes?"
"Or why would you hold his hand tightly?"
"You said, do you like him?"
Ye Jincheng vented his inner resentment, and his eyes were still staring at the tenderness holding Ye Fan tightly.
Ye Fan was startled.
Ye Feiyang was silent.
The Master's Concubine remained unchanged.
"Explanation? Explain it to me."
Ye Jincheng rushed up and shouted to Shi Zixian, "Explanation whether you like Ye Fan."
"Ba"
The Master Zi slapped Ye Jincheng with a backhand slap and shouted:
"Why should this saint explain to you in his life?"
Ye Jincheng fell to the ground with a groan, looking at the eyes of Shi Zizi's concubine with grief.
No explanation means explanation, equal to default.
A suffocation made Ye Jincheng extremely uncomfortable.
He clenched his fist.
Ye Feiyang quickly pressed him down with his eyes and hands: "Young Master Ye, the wife is still inside, it's important to save people first."
This sentence made Ye Jincheng's body tremble, his eyes flushed like a tide, and his anger was suppressed back to his heart.
He struggled to look at the yard and shouted: "Mom--"
Amid Ye Jincheng's roar, there was a hustle and bustle in front of him. First, more than a dozen fire-fighting guards retreated one after another.
Then more than a dozen black-clad nuns who rushed into the sea of fire to save people also retreated in a gray face.
"Saint, the fire is too big, there are also combustion aids, and the thick smoke is too big, so it cannot save people at all."
A nun in black ran back to Shi Zixian and coughed and reported.
Seeing so many people rushing into the sea of fire to save their mother, Ye Jincheng breathed slightly and felt that he had blamed the Saint a little wrongly.
Then, dozens of people ran back in a panic:
"Mr. Ye, the fire is too big, there are too many debris, and the thick smoke is too choking. I can't save it, I can't save it."
"Yes, the yard is basically made of wood. When the fire burns through, it's impossible to see clearly inside."
These people are the loyalists of Ye Jincheng.
They were panting and coughing constantly, and several of them were already dehydrated.
"Waste, waste!"
Seeing this, Ye Jincheng cursed angrily, then stepped forward and yelled: "Mom, Mom--"
"Boom boom boom boom--"
Just when Ye Jincheng and the others were looking desperate, a series of loud noises exploded in everyone's ears.
Then, in the place where the fire was most violent, a thick wooden frame blocked the passage of the road, and more than a dozen people were rushing to death.
They were on fire and their hair was on fire, but they were not afraid at all, just hitting desperately like machinery.