The fire began to engulf every inch of the entire villa, the blazing flames burned Luo Zikai's clothes, and every inch of skin on his body had been burned to the ground, and the pain was indescribably uncomfortable.

He didn't want to die!

But now that he is in a dilemma, can he really only die?

The flames began to spread to Luo Zikai's body, his clothes began to burn, and the last layer of defense that wrapped his body disappeared without a trace so easily, and the originally intact skin began to be burned by the fire!

Hurt!

The pain of drilling his heart was tormenting Luo Zikai's life along the senses on the skin of his body, he didn't want to die, but now it was not for him to stop it!

"Help...... Save ......" desperate cries with painful tears made Luo Zikai's body almost come to the brink of collapse, the fire burned his body, his skin, it hurt but he couldn't die, he had to live no matter what!

You can't give up even the last bit of strength!

Luo Zikai slowly walked in the direction of the window, but the burning body had made him weak, his fingers were moving on the window, he wanted to open the window and jump down, but his hands had already been burned unconscious, uncontrollable.

Desperate eyes looked at the crowd standing on the grass outside the house in the firelight, and they were so angry that they almost killed all of them.

All the people, all the people here will not let go!

The charred hands trembled and scratched at the window, the anger in his eyes stared at the people outside the room, and his teeth clucked, "I hate you, you will all die, and I won't let you go!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his back, as if his bones were broken, Luo Zikai fell directly to the ground, he wanted to stand up hard, but the pain in his heart was no longer allowed to do it along the backbone of his back, and a piece of wood on his body pressed himself tightly, and the tiny sparks that were still burning on the wood were still kissing the fragile hair follicles on his skin.

His eyes gradually drifted, looking at the red flames in front of him, Luo Zikai muttered, gradually closed his eyes, and passed out.

Syllable.

Thinking of this, Luo Zikai couldn't help but slam his fist the handle of the wheelchair next to him, but this fist seemed to others to be an understatement of no strength at all, but for him, he still used all his strength.

"God has eyes, knows that I have too much hatred in my heart, knows that they have too much evil, so they didn't kill me, but let me survive," Luo Zikai sneered, "This is God's greatest revenge on them!"

Qian'er's hand still didn't let go, and her tiny fingers tightly held the back of her brother's hand, "Don't use force, you are not good for your wound like this, rest assured brother, now that medicine is so advanced, I will definitely find someone to cure you." ”

"I'm sure you're genuinely good to me. The angry voice quickly transformed into a soft, gentle murmur.

Qian'er sighed, "But you really scared me at the beginning, I really thought you were dead, if it weren't for that letter......"

It was the envelope that the servant suddenly brought when he was preparing for the funeral, and the address of the Luo family and Qian'er's name were printed on the cover, and the contents of the envelope inside, Qian'er was afraid that she would never forget jì for the rest of her life, only three crooked words.

- I'm not dead. ――