Moran Ember couldn't help but stumble a few steps forward due to the thrust generated by the explosion behind him.

After standing firm, he subconsciously turned his head and saw at a glance Ling Zhi, who was instantly devoured by the raging fire on his back, with brilliant blue eyes like a galaxy.

A smile kept on his lips, as if he had thought of something extremely happy.

In fact, it is.

Ling Zhi, who was instantly engulfed by the fire, suddenly remembered the scene he was saved by Yan Jue ten years ago.

He to him, beginning with a hug and ending with a hug.

The warmth in his arms is so nostalgic.

And he was so greedy that he wanted to get the warmth of his arms again.

Simply so, before he died, he not only hugged him, but also secretly kissed him.

Enough is enough, really enough.

I waited ten years for this hug.

He didn't even know that he Ling Zhi was such an infatuated person.

Ling Zhi couldn't help but laugh at himself.

At this moment, countless thoughts crossed his mind, but all the thoughts were all about him.

It seems that apart from him, there is nothing else in this world worthy of his concern and affection.

Ling Zhi raised his head slightly, his eyes looked into the distance, and he seemed to see what he wanted to see through the sky, so an extremely bright smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth.

Even though there is a bitterness in this smile.

It's just that the smoke is out.

You have told me that those of us who walk on the tip of the knife, even if we die in a foreign land, should bring our ashes back to our hometown for burial.

Now, can you still bring my ashes back to my hometown?

······

Probably not.

My hometown has long been flooded by mudslides.

And I'm long gone.

Can you take me home······

After all these years, I really miss home.

I really want to have a home······

Ling Zhi closed his eyes, and as soon as a tear slid down his cheeks, it was evaporated by the fire.

And Ling Zhi's whole person was completely engulfed by the fire, and he disappeared in an instant.

Ling Zhi died in his own hands after all.

can be regarded as a response to that sentence, except for him who wants to die, no one in the world can take his life.

The fireworks that were not burned in the air could be regarded as a successful end to his life.

And this explosion came so suddenly that even Fang Yabo and the others didn't have time to react.

But after everyone reacted, they almost subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief because the hostages were rescued.

"Chu Jiangmo."

Moran Ember suddenly remembered something, muttered, and finally screamed.

"Fang Ya Bo!"

"Chu Jiangmo!"

"Chu Jiangmo!"

Fang Yabo's face sank, and he hurriedly pushed the two people in his arms into the arms of Huang Jing, who came to pick them up, and turned around to quickly untie the rope that bound Mo Lan's hands.

This series of actions is only a matter of ten seconds.

Before Fang Yabo could say anything to Moran Ash, Mo Lan Ash actually ran directly to the back of the small hill.

Ming Qiankan, who was untied by Sun Qi, also caught up with Mo Lan Ember for the first time.

The strange thing is that Sun Qi did not catch Ming Qianqing, but stared at Ming Qianqing's back for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

"You keep an eye on the people, let the people squatting outside the woods catch the fugitives as soon as possible."

"Let the others quickly extinguish the fire, and be sure to find Ling Zhi's body as soon as possible."

After Fang Yabo hurriedly explained two sentences, he hurried to chase Mo Lanyan.

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