Almost in the blink of an eye, smoke poured in through the crack in the door, and the flames that swallowed up all the noise, like a dragon snaking up the beams, the floor was now hot, the extinguished fireplace was burning again, and the coke was the best accelerant, and if the room was an oven, the people in it were undoubtedly the bread that was about to be baked. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Kenny almost dragged the white dove by the arm and dragged her to the door, but the fire spread far beyond his imagination, and the seemingly old wood seemed to come back to life, dancing under the catalytic of the flames.

"They must have caught up!" Kenny covered his nose and dragged the white dove towards the window.

He poked his head out to consider if the fall would break their legs, but quickly retracted his head as he saw two men directly below them watching the fire in the room, their noses flushed from the torches.

This brief glance made him even more flustered, and he could almost conclude that they were the owners of the two voices just now, and more importantly, that both of them had swords in their hands, which was almost waiting for them to jump down, and then easily get their heads, or let the flames solve it all for them, so that they could easily get the twenty silver coins without even wiping their swords.

"Money is a good thing!" he muttered as he crouched under the window frame.

"It's full of people outside?!" The white dove covered his nose and looked at the man next to him in horror.

"No, it's not that bad!" he looked around. Now what was there to do with him and the white dove but to try their luck here? Breathing had become difficult, and the string of onions on the beams of the house had a spicy, scorching smell of burning, and worse still, the flames would soon jump here, and they would be squatting under the window, but before that, the smoke would surely suffocate them to death.

"Nameless, let's jump, it's better than suffocating here!" cried the white dove in pain, squinting his eyes.

"Death if you jump!" he reached out and pulled the curtain down, "We'll have to rush out of the front door!" he tore the curtain into strips of cloth, then rushed to the fireplace, wet the rags with the kettle, and rushed back, "Take this and gagged your nose and follow me!"

The white dove nodded obediently.

When they broke down the door, the corridor was full of smoke, and it was very dark, very dark, and people kept rushing out of the rooms, screaming and running to the staircase around the corner, and they followed the chaotic crowd, but stopped at the top of the staircase.

"No, we can't go down here," Kenny said, turning sharply, "those two guys are waiting for us!"

"Who? But there's only one exit here. The white dove cried anxiously, and she turned her head to look at the fire, which had almost completely engulfed the second floor of the inn. "Face it!" she said, turning her head, "I believe in your swordsmanship!"

"Of course it's fine to deal with two, but—" Kenny suddenly remembered something, "Damn! my sword is still in the house!" and with that he rushed to the room, and the white dove had to follow.

Towards the end of the hallway, Kenny groped his way through the wall, the rag that gagged his nose and mouth gradually dried by the heat, and the flames were already engulfed above his head, and the thick black smoke was like a rolling black wave, which was extremely choking.

He vaguely recognized the direction of the house and climbed into it hopefully, praying that the flames did not hurt his scabbard. To calm himself down, he groped around in the dark, and when he touched a familiar object on the wall, he almost screamed, but immediately realized that it was the hand of the white dove, which grabbed his ankle as he stomped forward.

"Whether you find it or not, you must go out with me immediately!"

Kenny didn't hesitate to pull the black steel sword off the wall, and then rolled over and crawled out of the house, but the smoke found him again, and with it, there was heat, coming from all directions, and then something fell behind him, startling Kenny in a cold sweat, but luckily the weight didn't hit him.

"Follow me!" he roared, slamming up from the hot floor.

The white dove raised its head for unknown reasons. Kenny uses his elbow as a shield and slams into the wall at the end of the corridor. Immediately after, a burst of hot air and a wisp of flame followed his back and roared away, leaving a huge humanoid crater in the otherwise sturdy wooden wall.

After a brief thought, the white dove gritted his teeth, stood up and rushed towards the unknown darkness.

For a few seconds in the air, she imagined herself as a real white dove, as the Assyrian love song sings, and she would spread her wings and fly to her lover's side, but the weightlessness that followed immediately dispelled everything, and before she could scream, a pair of hands held her.

She knew and knew the temperature of that palm.

"Look, we survived. He smiled briefly at her, leaning over the edge of the wall.

From here, the flames had completely engulfed the entire inn, and by the light they saw that the two men had retreated a few feet away from the inn, but still holding their swords in their hands.

The whole building shuddered, then shuddered, and roaring flames gushed out of the windows and gates, and with the clatter of broken beams, the whole inn seemed to be crumbling, and would collapse at any moment.

"What are you doing?!" the white dove took Kenny's hand.

"Catch them and ask whose idea it was!" he looked back at her.

"No," the white dove shook his head, "we need to get out of here, they're not alone!"

"yes, there are two of them!"

"Nameless ....." she grabbed his wrist tightly, and her gray-stained face became pitiful.

"Okay, listen to you. In the end, he chose to compromise.

They walked away on their waists and moved out of town. As soon as he turned a corner, a figure collided with Kenny, who was walking in front of him, and a piercing sound of sword drawing was immediately heard around him.

"You!" cried the man in front of him, "the fleeing from the fire?!" he looked down and looked closely, "not the Eridus?"

Kenny took a half-step back, using his tall body to block the white dove behind him, nodding his head and slowly moving his right hand toward the saber at his waist, praying that his bouncing heart would not break his sternum.

"Don't be nervous, I'm the Commander of the Eridu Frontier, Sir Dak Ukara, and I'm here for the fire. The strange man paused, raised his hand and motioned for Hu Cong behind him to put away his sword, "You just escaped from the fire?"

"Yes, sir. Kenny said alarmedly, "My wife is an alchemist who came here to sell potions, and I didn't expect to encounter such a thing when I arrived today. ”

"Could you please—"

"The fire has nothing to do with us. Kenny immediately interrupted, "I'm sorry, Sir, my wife was frightened, I need to get her out of here right away." ”

"I just wanted to ask you—"

"All I can tell you is that this fire is man-made, and if you go now, you might be able to catch them. Kenny took the white dove's hand and took a step to the side, the torch leaping in his honey-colored eyes.