Fang Ru prostrate on the ground and covered her mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief.

The flames hadn't yet invaded the space she was, but the heat had already invaded first. If she stood up, she would feel like her head was smoldering.

Of course, that doesn't mean she's going to feel better if she's lying on the ground. The heat wave choked her to tears. It gradually became a fire kiln, and if she didn't go out, she would become a vase.

But the agent is not yet mature.

To her great delight, there was only an empty shell left in the pot, which could still function as an accelerator. It's a lot slower than when the pot was inside, but for this time, it's enough.

Fortunately, the potion does not have too strict requirements for the temperature of the outside world. Otherwise, she will lose all her efforts.

Hold on a little longer. Just for a moment. It's going to be good right away.

The temperature rises sharply.

Tongues of crimson fire swayed upwards on the lower edge of the window, like a long weed blown to and from side by a whirlwind. The specially treated blackout glass quickly blackened out, and it was only a matter of time before it was burned.

Wet handkerchiefs become piping hot. The air passed through it and carried a scorching moisture that burned Fang Ru's throat.

…… Which bastard told her to use a wet handkerchief in the fire!

On the stove, the cracks in the pot leaked a faint blue glow, cold and deep.

It's done!

Fang Ru stretched out his hand to the console, trying to prop himself up, but withdrew his hand with a hiss.

The iron sheets wrapped around the four corners of the worktop are piping hot.

Suddenly, in the farthest corner of the room from her, the cardboard box was set on fire.

Fang Ru packed up the potion as quickly as he could. I went into the space to the bathroom, to the connected bathroom, and just wanted to open the door, but my hands were burned again.

If Fang Ru had clairvoyance, she could enjoy the beauty of the flames dancing on her favorite couch. The wooden-handled hammer in Li Zhu's toolkit, Tongtong's plush toy, everything that can be burned has been reduced to food for flames. If Fang Ru rashly opened this door, she would be next.

Fang Ru retreated.

She wet the towel and spread it behind the door, watering it to cool it down.

This will last for a while. How long is it likely to last?

The bathroom has no windows. She's stuck here.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang overhead. Something heavy crackled and fell. I knew that there was a ceiling above my head. Falling on her head, Fang Ru still subconsciously shrank her neck.

"Fang Ru!"

"I'm here!" Fang Ru shouted!

However, the sound insulation of this house is too good. Fang Ru was full of strength, but his voice still couldn't pass through the ceiling. Or rather, it passed through, but the second floor also began to burn. Whirring heat waves and various popping noises disturbed the pot's hearing. The pot is still looking for her. The anxious shout reached Fang Ru's side dimly. Farther and farther away.

Fang Ru looked at it. Do you want to go up to him?!

But when the soul of the pot was separated from the body, they discovered the connection between the original space and the body of the pot. As close as his soul. The space absorbs energy from the soul of the pot, but always uses his body, the cracked pot, as an anchor point.

Fang Ru didn't know that the second floor had already burned down, but it didn't take much effort to guess.

But if you don't go to him, let him find himself in the fire, won't it hurt him!

Suddenly, there was the sound of splashing water outside the door.

That's right, outside the bathroom door. How could anyone!

"Hold on. I'll come in right away. ”

It's really a pot!

Fang Ru stood there dumbfounded. She didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't know what she should be thinking.

What it would look like outside, all she could imagine was the tip of the iceberg of the real situation.

The door suddenly opened.

For a moment, Fang Ru couldn't recognize the pot in front of him.

When he regained his body, he was no longer swarthy. Fengshen is handsome, and the jade tree is in the wind, and he is talking about him. But now he is darker than the original body, which is the pot.

There was barely any clothing left on him, and a pinch of flame jumped over his shoulder. The smell of burnt flesh emanated from him, charred skin clinging to his limbs, and as a result of his actions, these charred parts were torn and peeled off, revealing the bright red muscles underneath.

And the most visually striking thing is not where he was burned. It's his body, which doesn't even look like a human body.

The body of the pot is made of the soil, and it naturally has the ability to repair the soil quickly. But this repair power became an accomplice in destroying his body. His left leg was broken, barely connected back, but it went from two to three. His right leg was in the form of flesh, clumping at the base of his leg as if he had forgotten what it had changed, covered with a crust that blisters stubbornly creeping out of the cracked crust. To maintain balance, the pot inserts a stick into the bottom end of this pair of sarcomas. The stick was metal, and it was releasing boiling heat at this time, and Fang Ru could almost hear the sizzle of the "leg root" of the stick grilling pot.

His left arm was only an elbow. Other than that, his upper body looks pretty normal. But it's just watching. Si Yang had miraculously repaired his spine correctly, so Fang Ru couldn't tell at the moment that his lumbar spine had fallen finer than the flour that had passed through the sieve on both sides.

He was blind in one eye, and his eyelid and eyeball were glued together, presumably falling into something burning, burning at the same time by the same piece of burning wood. The other eye was radiant, looking at Fang Ru, as if he had been digging for tens of thousands of years, after experiencing landslides, earthquakes and live burial, he had finally found the treasure he had always dreamed of.

"Let's go."

After speaking, the pot tore open a sheet soaked in cold water, wrapped Fang Ru's whole person, then hugged Fang Ru, protected her with his body, quickly passed through the bright and fiery layer everywhere, and kicked open the door.

The icy air made Fang Ru shake all over.

Seeing the door open, a group of men in black rushed over. However, when they saw Fang Ru in their arms, they all hesitated.

This gives the pot a chance. With a brief wail, the men quickly fell. The man in black, who hadn't yet taken his turn, pulled the trigger in horror, and the pot directly blocked the bullet with his arm, and then asked him to go to see Zhou Gong as well.

"Don't be soft! Kill them and get the potion! Jiang Chen roared.

His men no longer had any worries, and bullets and abilities rained down on Fang Ru and the pot like hailstones, but none of them could touch Fang Ru.

"Pot!"

Fang Ru writhed in the pot's arms. No matter how powerful the repair power of the soil is, the pot is not immortal! If he carried all the other party's attacks alone, wouldn't he be beaten into a sieve!

"Nothing."

The pot spoke, and his tone was very relaxed. Screams and wails followed.

Fang Ru took out the explosives and the strong acid solution from the space and threw them out indiscriminately. I can help the pot a little. (To be continued.) )