Fu Changyu and Han Moyu both burst out of their bodies, the difference is that one is destroying and the other is defending. Le-Wen-Fu Changyu quietly hugged Han Moyu and sat motionless in the flames. The flames burned angrily around him, but they didn't hurt him in the slightest.

However, the other force did not seem to be willing to be blocked from the barrier like this, and attacked wildly and violently. This power erupted violently like a volcano that had been suppressed for a long time, criing out to destroy everything. Fu Changyu closed his eyes, and felt the countless rays of light like countless silver beasts dragging their long comet tails, colliding wildly in this space at lightning speed, tearing, and trampling everything it could see.

The fire climbed up the pillar, and in a moment the whole roof burned and crackled. After a while, the beams of the house were burned off, and they fell down with a thud, and landed right on top of Fu Changyu's head. Fu Changyu's pupils contracted suddenly, and the barrier that he had supported with his strength blocked the heavy blow. At that moment, he almost vomited blood again.

Han Moyu is revenge by destroying herself, she doesn't care about her life and death at all, but wants to die with Fu Changyu. Therefore, the power of destruction that she burst out of was even the power of Fu Changyu, who had awakened his power, and felt that he couldn't resist it. The body recovers much less quickly than it does with trauma. He soon couldn't hold it anymore.

Fu Changyu only felt heartache. Therefore, he deliberately endured and tolerated the anger of the other party. Han Moyu had passed out in a coma. However, the wound on her chest was still gushing blood, and the strength of her body did not diminish in the slightest. He hugged Han Moyu, who had passed out unconscious, and reached out to gently pat her back, pressing her wound while pressing, but he didn't know how to calm her anger.

Outside the door, there were frightened cries for help and noisy and chaotic footsteps.

Fu Changyu didn't know how long he had been sitting in the flames with Han Moyu in his arms. He only felt numbness and soreness in his limbs. After the fire burned everything that could be burned, it was finally extinguished, leaving only puffs of black smoke. Han Moyu seemed to be exhausted, and the tears on her face did not dry out. Her breathing was weak and slow.

Fu Changyu followed the direction of the black smoke rising, looked up at the clear blue sky through the broken eaves, lowered his head again, and hugged Han Moyu tighter. Suddenly, something rolled off Han Moyu's chest and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Fu Changyu hesitated for a long time before he stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the thing, and then held it in the palm of his hand, and he suddenly burst into tears. It was a fragment of the Soul Suppression Mirror. Just for this thing, just for this thing, he almost killed the woman he loved the most!!

Han Moyu seemed to be asleep, and didn't make any sound, just leaned on Fu Changyu's body softly, motionless. Fu Changyu sat like this for a long time before he heard a faint cry outside.

The barrier held up by Fu Chang Yu had been shattered, and he looked up and looked around. The flames were completely extinguished. Everything in the house was burned down, and most of the house had collapsed, leaving only the place where the Bunaga Imperial sat and the original color could still be slightly recognized. The smoke had cleared, and the dust had not yet completely fallen, choking people with coughs.

He stood up, picked up Han Moyu, and walked out of the rubble.

The people outside who were crying and clearing the bricks and rubble, looked at the people who came out in amazement, and stopped what they were doing. It wasn't until Fu Changyu fell in front of the courtyard with Han Moyu in his arms that they reacted and rushed over one after another.

Fu Changyu hugged Han Moyu and hugged him very tightly. No one could break his fingers off. So, everyone gave up the idea of separating the two of them, made a simple stretcher, dragged the two of them together, and then carried them to Luoxiaju.

Qingfeng Ju was burned down, and Xizhaoju and Liuyunju, which were not far from it, were also almost killed, but fortunately, the fire was brought under control in time. Most of the Han Mansion was affected, and although there were still a few wings in Xizhaoju and Liuyunju that had not been destroyed, Steward Nie felt that it was always uneasy to live there again, so he had to temporarily place Fu Changyu in Luoxiaju.

Luoxiaju used to be Aunt Huang's residence, although it was not as elegant and clean as Fu Changyu's previous residence, Qingfeng Residence, but it was also much better than Aunt Qiu's residence, Qiuyue Pavilion. In addition, Aunt Huang is no longer in the house, and Aunt Huang's daughter Han Linglan has also moved to live in the Peony Pavilion, and Luoxiaju is empty. Therefore, it is not controversial to be placed here for the time being.

Fu Changyu woke up after sleeping for three days and three nights. When he opened his eyes, he found that Han Moyu was still firmly held in his arms. Fortunately, Han Moyu's breathing was steady, his face was ruddy, and the temperature of his skin was normal. Fu Changyu was relieved at this time. He had just moved his sore arm and woke Han Moyu up.

When Han Moyu saw the person in front of her, she felt an unprecedented mixture of fear and resentment, she screamed and pushed Fu Changyu desperately, and countless silver lights burst out from her body again. Everything in the room began to shake and crack violently as the ground shook and the mountain shook.

Fu Changyu looked at her with a pair of eyes full of apology and sadness, and suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth. He gasped, showed a sad smile, and said, "Moyu, you don't want to forgive me, do you?"

Han Moyu was breathing heavily at this time, looking at Fu Changyu opposite. Her gaze looked Fu Changyu up and down, and then fixed on the large red blood stain on the placket of his chest, and did not move. Her emotions also slowly calmed down at this time.

Han Moyu looked at Fu Changyu blankly, she couldn't see the look on his face, and she had never seen him look so embarrassed. He looked at her in despair, his clothes stained with blood, and the look of pain on his face was gone, replaced by a bleak smile, like that of a madman, and sent chills down his spine.

Han Moyu was silent for a while, looking at Fu Changyu. Sadness, hatred, and love flooded her heart, making her breathless. Memories are a little confusing. What came to her mind was the arrogant smiling face of the man in purple for a while, and the gentle smiling face of Fu Changyu for a while. Accompanying these two extremely similar faces are scenes, some of which are heartwarming and some of which are sad.