As soon as Leng Yue woke up, he found himself in a sea of fire. Surrounded by insolent fiery dragons, fierce and arrogant, trying to engulf her. The smoke made the eyes hurt like they wanted to go bad, the squeak of the flames burning the skin, and the smell of burning skin all made Cold Moon feel unbearable.

"Little Green, Little Green, are you here to help me, save me, save me......" The oncoming flames burned his face, and the painful feeling made Leng Yue feel as if her eyelids had been burned off.

"Mo Ran, Qilin, Snow Eagle, Pei Yu...... Where are you, come and save me, save me......" Leng Yue curled up in the sea of fire, clenched her hands and feet and buried her face between her legs. It's like a baby that's still in its mother's. stubbornly thought that this would reduce the pain a little.

The fire burned the arms, the feet, the legs, the back, the hair......

"Mom, I hurt so much, it really hurts, it hurts......"

This sea of fire has become the world of the cold moon, the world of pain and despair. No one heard her voice, no one came to save her! The figures that passed through her mind were instantly evaporated by the heat of the flames.

Leng Yue opened her eyes, wrapped in a thick layer of mist, like a cocoon that could not breathe, she was about to suffocate to death. Through the hazy mist, who was that vaguely familiar face, who hated her so much?

"Little green?" the pale green light of the body dissipated the cocoon.

"Fleur?" Leng Yue's eyes widened in surprise, and the short sword, Leng Yue rolled into the inside of the bed in embarrassment, narrowly avoiding the blade. A few strands of hair flicked past the dagger and broke off in an instant.

The back of his head hit the wall hard, and Leng Yue's fingers curled up in pain: "Bastard!" Long Foot quickly kicked Fleur's neck, pulled the quilt over Fleur's head with his right hand, and rolled over and got out of bed in a vacant position, and picked up the small stool next to the bed with his left hand to block the short sword that was about to reach him. Taking advantage of the gap between the Hibiscus short sword and the stool, Leng Yue immediately turned around and ran towards the outer room.

"Mo Ran, Qilin ......" Leng Yue's voice just fell.

The door collapsed at that moment. Mo Ran and Qilin flew in and ran in.

"What's wrong?" the thunderous sound of the unicorn rumbled for the first time that Leng Yue felt pleasant.

"It's Fleur. Before Leng Yue's words were finished, Mo Ran had already flown in front of Furong.

Step by step. One move and one style show Mo Ran's killing intent. It was the first time that Leng Yue had seen Mo Ran so expressionless and covered in frost. Such Mo Ran makes her strange!

"Ah......h

"Don't!" Leng Yue hurriedly shouted.

Mo Ran's hand was stunned, and the sword blade that was supposed to be sent into Furong's body now became the hilt of the sword.

"Poof-" Fleur was so bruised that she vomited blood.

Leng Yue did not sympathize with the other party. Because her life almost ended in Fleur's hands. She didn't have any extra sympathy to sympathize with the killer's injuries now!Was it his father before, but now she? Do they all think that she is the softest persimmon and can pinch it however they want!

Looking at Furong who was injured and leaning in the corner, a complicated look appeared in Leng Yue's eyes, and she reached out to block Mo Ran, who wanted to step forward again.

Leng Yue: "Fleur, why are you hurting me?"

Hearing Leng Yue's words, Furong vomited the blood in her mouth, with a sad smile on her face, her eyes were full of cruelty, and she held on the ground with one hand and grabbed her chest tightly with the other, the place that hurt very badly: "You shouldn't come, you shouldn't come." You're going to ruin the happiness that I've been so careful to care for, don't you want me to be grateful to you?"