Smoke billowed into the sky. The people outside couldn't smoke it, let alone Mu Xiaoxiao, who was surrounded by fire.

She had long been unconscious, and her eyes were reflected red.

It is said that the person people think of when they are in the most critical time is the person they love the most.

And at this moment, Mu Xiaoxiao's mind was full of bits and pieces of the past with Bo Zeyu, she hugged her knees weakly, I don't know if it was choking on smoke or other reasons, strings of tears fell uncontrollably.

She was unwilling to taste the suffering of the world and left like this.

The high temperature in the room had already exceeded her tolerance, and Mu Xiaoxiao could still feel the hot pain on the skin on her face in a daze.

Embattled, she has no way to escape.

Her last wish had been changed and changed.

From the beginning of wanting to go to hell with Bo Zeyu to now...... I want to like him again.

The smoke is getting louder and the air is thinner.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes slowly closed, and the arm holding his knee slowly loosened.

There has never been a time closer to death than this moment.

His skin, which was red from the heat of the fire, was unprepared as if he were in a land of ice and snow.

The biting cold enveloped her without pity.

The extreme of the two heavens of ice and fire pulled back Mu Xiaoxiao, who had stepped into the ghost gate with one foot.

There was a thin layer of frost on her eyelashes, like an ice butterfly when stirred.

"Are you alright?"

His understated greeting came in his ears.

Mu Xiaoxiao, whose face was dirty and gray, raised his head.

Bo Zeyu looked at her from a high position, his mouth tightly pursed into a line, arrogant and arrogant, holding the Extreme Cold Sword Hongyuan in his hand.

It may be because he has been injured by Hongyuan before, so Mu Xiaoxiao felt inexplicably painful when he saw his palm.

"Can you stand up?"

He still had an unmoved expression on his face.

"Yes."

The weak Mu Xiaoxiao stood up with her own perseverance, but her lips were already purple from the cold.

Bo Zeyu looked at her, looked her eyes up and down, and then narrated in a calm tone, "To get out of here, you have to walk on your own, the cold in the abyss is too heavy, if we are too close, you will be hurt by the cold." ”

At this moment, Mu Xiaoxiao was already seriously injured.

She could only hear a few words spoken by Bo Zeyu, and she thought about it slightly.

After a long time, he nodded, to survive, rely on himself.

The surrounding fires were halted by the cold of the abyss, and although they did not continue to spread, they showed no signs of disappearing.

Bo Zeyu held Hongyuan in front of her to clear the way.

Mu Xiaoxiao dragged her legs and walked behind, her long hair scattered in the back of her head.

Wherever Hongyuan pointed, the fire became smaller and even disappeared.

The wood was burned and creaked, and Bo Zeyu was about to tell Mu Xiaoxiao that the house was going to collapse and he had to leave quickly.

One turned around, and the beams collapsed.

"Be careful!"

Bo Zeyu, who had always been calm and self-controlled, panicked, he threw Hongyuan and threw himself at Mu Xiaoxiao, who was walking unsteadily, protecting her head on her chest and rolling to the side.

"Knock"

There was a loud bang.

Mu Xiaoxiao, whose bones were about to fall apart, struggled out of his arms, and was about to stand up on the ground, but her palm felt a damp heat, and she looked at it intently, bright red blood.

She looked to the side worriedly, Bo Zeyu was lying next to her with her eyes closed, her eyes were closed, her frightened fingers were trembling, and she patted her back gently: "Bo Zeyu." ”

Whispered to the point of hoarseness.

None of them reacted.

At the moment of saving her, Bo Zeyu's head was hit hard by the fallen beam.