Like a silent signal, along with this blood line, there was also an overwhelming wave of flames.

They seem to have been waiting for this moment early, and they will wander around unscrupulously.

But in the blink of an eye, the entire inner room of the room collapsed.

Beams fell one after another, the Persian carpets had long since been burned to charred black ashes, and the half-melted agate beads on the ground had also turned into powder.

The vase containing the plum branches had already exploded into countless pieces in the cracking sound, not to mention the other ornaments of calligraphy and painting.

The fire was raging, and the outside world could not escape, and everything was annihilated in the fire.

The Qiaojiao Building, which had survived intact last night, was also engulfed in fire little by little after the Yingjingjing accident.

The first to stop was the Soul Bell.

The movement in the bell became more and more intense, and the wings tirelessly pounded against the bell wall, refusing to stop after many fruitless times.

I thought that this situation would last for a long time, but I didn't expect that at the moment when Cheng Xiaoxiao's room collapsed, all the ringing sounds in the soul suppression bell were gone, and even the patina on it was a little dim.

There was no more vibrating of wings, and the mournful ringing of the bell ceased.

The fire that has been fearing the foot building just now will come suddenly. They were covered in one piece, starting from the bottom of the building and devouring up the floor, like some gluttonous monster.

It was easier to burn than other places, and within a few moments, it would turn into scorched earth and flames. The soul bells were left behind, not burned by the fire.

There would be a few bells lying alone on the ground in that small piece of ruin, and the only remaining patina reflected a dim light, which looked terrible.

In the other ruins of the inn lay bones: some escaped, but their bodies were bitten into sieves by poison. Their skin was covered with all kinds of tooth marks, and there was no good piece of flesh at all, which looked very shocking; Some people are left with only scorched bones, which are pitch black, as are the remaining teeth.

The fire burned as if it were tireless all night, and it was not gradually extinguished until the next morning, after dawn. The black smoke that was born from the fire spread everywhere, enveloping the entire Huanyang Desert, and the sky was densely covered with bleak black clouds that could not be dispersed.

The entire Luyu Inn was basically burned to the ground, leaving only some scorched black wooden stakes with small flames, I don't know if it was the beams that had not been burned yet, or the carved pillars somewhere.

A very small number of survivors were still sitting in the clearing, their eyes more or less glazed. There are also a very small number of people who hold someone in their arms and hide their faces and cry bitterly, but they are only silent wailing.

There was a loud bang, and suddenly there was a thunderclap in the sky, accompanied by lightning that illuminated it.

In a few moments, a drop of cold fell on a small cluster of flames, and let out a soft hiss.

It began, and other raindrops followed.

They dripped on the scorched wood, which was still warm, and quickly stirred up puffs of green smoke. Originally, some small flames on the scorched wood still wanted to stay tenaciously, shaking their bodies and refusing to extinguish, but the next second they were watered by more rain.

The bearer resisted stubbornly for a while, and the last bit of fire turned into white smoke and dispersed in the air, leaving nothing behind.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but everyone couldn't find a place to hide.

No one thinks about this, the most they can do is tilt their heads and let the raindrops fall on their faces, and some people will unconsciously open their mouths to catch the raindrops after this disaster.

I don't know who in the crowd started to sobbed quietly, and one after another people began to cry together. They were whimpering and whispering on the scorched yellow sand, bewildered like newborn babies, helplessly waiting for someone's salvation.

The rain kept falling small and small, blurring the eyes of the survivors and wetting their faces. Their hair and clothes were soaked with rain, and the wet feeling invaded them with a hint of coolness.

This is a rare rainy day in the Huanyang Desert, without endless heat and dryness, but everywhere is desolate.

The cold wind blowing from nowhere flowed here several times, and a few black shadows came out of the rain curtain in the distance in the haze.

The air seemed to suddenly permeate the air with a vague scent of grass, extremely light, not strong, with a sense of freshness, just like the man at the head.

The man's clothes seemed to be freshly changed, not like the survivors, who were ragged.

The others were not so refreshing, and everyone had more or less traces of being burned by the fire.

The only man in white was the only man in white, whose white clothes had long since lost their original color, and were covered with blood and dust, as well as burnt black holes.

Several people walked at a fast pace from far to near, but they stood in front of the survivors for a moment.

The black-clothed man led by him had a pale face, a pair of Danfeng eyes under his thick eyebrows were slightly upturned, and the corners of his eyes were still slightly red. There was a faint stain of blood on her lips under her nose.

I saw his thin lips slightly opened, and said lightly:

"This king is the fourth prince of Chu State, His Royal Highness King Jing, now everyone is deeply affected by the fire, this king will immediately send his subordinates to evacuate and settle everyone, and I hope everyone can cooperate more."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar.

Especially with the bright token in Xiao Wu's hand, no one will care about and suspect anything else at all.

The numb faces finally regained a trace of popularity, and some of the young ones even burst into tears and laughed, and their mouths were even babbling "There is salvation, now there is salvation".

Chu Yunshen didn't say much, his voice still had a thick hoarseness, which was the sequelae left by last night's fire.

He made a gesture to Xiao Wumubai and the others behind him, and several people quickly dispersed to deal with the wounded. Chu Yunshen himself did not stand idly by, and helped the two hobbling old men to walk forward.

A group of people were busy, and some of the survivors, young and strong, began to help. Everyone swept away the previous haze, began to interact actively, and walked towards the camp where Chu Yunshen and them were stationed.

The camp was not far from the ruins of the inn, and it was only a glance to tell that this was the new station, and that the iron stakes that had been driven into the yellow sand had not had time to be completely buried.

It wasn't until Xiao Wu sent everyone to the camp that a few people breathed a sigh of relief and went to find Chu Yunshen, who was standing in front of the ruins of the inn, to pay a respect.

Chu Yun looked at the tragic scene in front of him thoughtfully, and until Xiao Wu finished telling all the situation, he turned his back to Xiao Wu and they didn't turn around.

In the cold wind, everyone didn't speak again, and Xiao Wu's words had long been blown away by the wind and I don't know where they were to.

After a long time, Chu Yunshen finally moved. He waved his hand at Xiao Wu and them, but he kept that movement and didn't move again:

"You go back first."

Xiao Wu and Mu Bai glanced at each other, exchanged a look with the others, and finally did not speak again.

When the footsteps dissipated, Chu Yunshen collected his sleeves and looked at the ruins again.

I don't know when there was a smell of roses in the wind, which was originally a very aggressive taste, but at this time it was a little dim, but it was a little more approachable.

The extremely light footsteps stopped beside Chu Yunshen, and the fiery red skirt moved slightly with the wind, making a swaying sound.

"Your Highness regrets it?"

The woman's sweet voice spread through the air, and the tail note rose slightly, with an indescribable laziness.

Chu Yunshen frowned slightly, and his black boots moved slightly on the ground twice, but he finally didn't widen the distance between himself and the woman.

The woman didn't say anything more, as if she was waiting for Chu Yunshen's answer. Chu Yunshen didn't speak, as if he hadn't heard the woman's question just now.

The two were silent for a moment, and the woman looked at the charred ruins with a relaxed expression as if nothing had happened.

"The inn belongs to Boss Ying, you don't feel pity, how can this king regret it."

Chu Yunshen finally opened his mouth.

He turned his face slightly sideways to look at the beautiful faces of the people around him, and said quietly.

The woman whose name he mentioned was slightly stunned, but she quickly reacted, "Your Highness is confused, Ying Jingjing, the owner of this Luyu Inn, was killed in the fire last night. ”

Chu Yunshen carefully looked at the woman's cat's eyes, and the woman looked back at him in the same way. There was calmness in her eyes, and there was no panic in the slightest.

Blackbird Mo brushed his wings on her shoulder, and rubbed the woman's ear a few times affectionately when he heard this.

With such a remarkable feature, this woman is clearly Yingjingjing, who died last night under the sword of Chu Yunshen Longquan.

Last night, Xiao Wu and they were out to save people, and at the same time, they kept an eye on the inn that was burning with a raging fire, but it was a pity that they couldn't wait for Chu Yun's dark figure to appear.

"No, I'm going to go in and have a look."

Xiao Wu paced nervously in front of the fire, and finally stomped his feet, and his heart was about to rush into the fire.

"He's dizzy, and so are you?"

Mu Bai, who was still giving people needles, quickly dropped the needle, and the next second the person floated in front of Xiao Wu and grabbed Xiao Wu's arm.

"Why are you going in in such a dangerous way?"

Because he had been busy applying needles to save people just now, Mu Bai's forehead and the tip of his nose had already been covered with dense fine sweat.

Due to the increase in body movements, those beads of sweat fell down Mu Bai's cheeks and fell to his eyes, like crumbling teardrops.

"Putting aside whether you can find them if you go in, with the current fire, you can't go to the south wing upstairs at all."

Mu Bai didn't care about these sweats, he just grabbed Xiao Wu's arm even harder, and said in a stern tone that no one else had ever heard:

"So, don't go."

Xiao Wu was dragged by Mu Bai all the time without saying a word, he hung his head as if he was pondering something.

It will be difficult to wait for Mu Bai to finish speaking, Xiao Wu pondered for a moment, and finally raised his head, and said with a heavy gaze:

"I know you're worried about me, but, that's the Lord."

He broke Mu Bai's hand little by little, and the firelight lined Xiao Wu's face red. His eyes were also slightly red, and his round face was full of stubbornness.

Mu Bai was stunned, and actually let Xiao Wu move.

It wasn't until he took Mu Bai's hand completely from his arm that Xiao Wu tightened his hand at the fingers where the two met.

Feeling the force coming from his hand, Mu Bai came back to his senses as if he had been woken up.

He quickly restrained the emotions on his face in the next second, and his peach blossom eyes flashed with unprecedented firmness:

"Okay, I'll go with you."