Mucha finally broke through the opponent's firewall and began to search for the opponent's terminal.

But the other party was very cunning and set up several blind programs, and Mucha was deceived several times and strayed into the wrong terminal.

At this time, the fire in the room was already a little out of control.

"Mucha, we need to hurry! in five minutes, we'll have to go, this room is going to collapse!" said the Night Lord as he put out the fire.

His handsome face had been stained with black ash, and he couldn't make out his original appearance.

But even so, it was difficult to hide the powerful aura of his body, which was a momentum with deterrence, cold and resolute, like snow on the top of the mountains, as if he could fight with the god of fire.

Mucha gritted his teeth and said, "Ten minutes! Give me another ten minutes! I will definitely find him!"

However, as soon as Mucha finished speaking, a piece of wood with fire on top of his head suddenly fell down.

"Be careful!" the Night Lord hurried to Mucha's side, but it was obviously too late.

Fortunately, Mucha reacted quickly, quickly got up from the chair, and with a flying kick on his side, he kicked the burning plank in half with a cold and fierce force, and fell to the ground, causing sparks to splash everywhere.

"Are you alright?!" Night Lord finally arrived, grabbed her hand worriedly, and said, "We can't stay any longer, we have to leave immediately!"

"No! I'll be fine soon, it only takes ten minutes!"

Mucha's gaze met that of the Night Lord with determination.

The Night Priest's eyebrows were cold, and the pupils under his eyes reflected the firelight.

In silence, it was as if the two were fighting in flames.

Finally, the Night Lord still couldn't bear Muxia's gaze, and said with his eyes open: "Okay! Ten minutes, if you want ten minutes, I'll give you ten minutes!"

Without a second of delay, the Night Master took off his coat and put it on Muxia, then turned around and walked to the corner of the blazing flames, and continued to fight the fire.

Even if he dies here, he will buy these ten minutes for Mucha.

"Cough, cough, cough......" Mucha covered her nose and coughed twice, and then quickly returned to the position just now, continuing to find the terminal that controls the smart door.

Her eyes were focused and determined, even though the fire was already spreading around her.

Hurry up, hurry up!

She can't live up to the trust of the Night Lord, she must take him away!

In the interval between putting out the fire, the night master glanced at Mucha worriedly from time to time, only to see that her back was as straight as a ruler, and the firelight lined her snow-white skin with gold, and the side face alone was so beautiful that people didn't dare to breathe.

The look in the eyes of the Night Lord became a little stronger, and he turned his head to continue to put out the fire.

He tried to open the window when he was fighting the fire, but the window was already sealed and could not be opened at all.

And what's bad is that the windows here are also made of the same material as the door, which can't be burned or broken.

It seems that the person behind him who wants to kill him has been premeditated a long time ago.

The Night Lord was tricked by that guy behind his back several times, and he knew the other party's insidiousness, but he didn't think that the other party was so vicious that he wanted so many people to bury him together.

It's so mad that it's inhumane!

......

West Coast.

A private island in the world of snow and ice all year round.

A noble man wrapped in a silver fox coat sat in a dimly lit room, staring at the roaring firewood in the fireplace for a moment.

His slender fingers picked up a piece of firewood and threw it into the fireplace with unmistakable accuracy.

Burn it, burn it a little harder......

The man treacherously hooked his thin lips, and his jawline was angular.

But just then, the door was suddenly pushed open.