Night. Blaze.

The flames burned, rising, twisting, and burned everything around them to ashes.

His Royal Highness couldn't close his eyes.

Because when I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, my ears were filled with desperate and hoarse cries, and what came back to my mind was chaos and numbness.

Bumps, endless bumps.

There was a hot liquid splashing on his cheeks.

It seems to be blood.

And cold liquid, which should be tears?

Are the tears that people shed in times of despair cold?

His Royal Highness thought to himself, where is he?

He couldn't remember what was going on in front of him, and he couldn't remember what was going on behind.

He was like a guest in this immature body, watching all this.

Whether it's fire, tears, or blood, it has nothing to do with him.

Because he didn't want to cry.

And this immature body made an uncontrollable crying sound.

Crying and tearing my heart.

Yi Xiao wanted to move her fingers and found that she couldn't do it, and wanted to blink her eyes, but found that she still couldn't do it.

Such an action is given instructions through the brain, but it cannot be transmitted to the terminal of the body, like a huge moat.

Stretching out, or curling up, you can't do it.

So Yi Xiao could only be awkward, numb, and let the owner of his body twist desperately in a narrow space, so it was inevitable that he would be stained with more fishy blood or salty tears.

Yi Xiao couldn't turn her head, nor could she refuse, she could only passively accept the scene in front of her.

It was as if he was sharing this bleak scene with others.

The swaddling cloth made of splendid embroidery, torn off by a white shirt, was simply but firmly fastened to someone's back, and the person stretched out a hand backwards and pressed it on "himself", quickly shuttling through the crowd, so the bumps continued.

Look down.

The hand that held her own, white as jade, was a woman's hand.

In the midst of the bumps, Yi Xiao heard the sound of a sharp object cutting through the air and cutting through the skin.

The woman didn't make a single sound from beginning to end.

She swept very firmly in one direction, until the end, and saw the impassable wall of fire, and without stopping for the slightest, she turned around and swept in the second direction.

Kill everyone you meet along the way.

Whether it is strong or weak, with murderous intent or without murderous intent.

She was like a cold-blooded animal, sparks swept over her ears and temples, and blood grazed her cheeks, but she could not have the slightest hesitation, the slightest delay in decision-making.

She wanted to break out of the fire.

But in the end, it ended in failure.

Yi Xiao stayed quietly in the sea of fire, sensing the heat wave, and the "person" in his body was crying louder and louder, and he was already crying hoarsely.

The woman who carried herself on her back, breathing evenly at all times, just sounded a little weak.

It's not like the cause of this fire.

She had killed many people, but she had never felt tired, and at this moment there was an area vacant around her, and those who wanted to kill her had already left her, preferring to hide in the fire rather than face her again.

So...... She must be a very strong person.

Yi Xiao didn't know why he thought so, he was very sure that how could such a powerful person be killed by a fire?

He felt like he was in a dream.

Yi Xiao felt that the strip of cloth that bound "herself" had been removed.

Then the world swirled.

He looked at the woman silently.

When all the memories were lost, Yi Xiao couldn't recognize who this woman in white was.

The "owner" of this baby's body is still restless.

He didn't have any idea.

He didn't know anything about the concept of relatives, the concept of motherhood, which he could only learn when he came to the world, so he could only express his emotions by crying.

Yi Xiao just looked at this woman quietly.

He looked at the face closely.

This woman is very beautiful, even if she is in the midst of a fire, a glance can make people forget the danger.

If it's possible.

Yi Xiao wanted to keep looking at her.

The things in those eyes, calm and holy, with pity and kindness, make people unable to take their eyes off.

But the "master" of this body, crying restlessly and restlessly, twisted his body, and was in agony in the smoke of the fire.

Yi Xiao couldn't feel the pain.

From beginning to end, he was just like a guest.

But he sensed the woman's gaze.

The woman seems to be looking at "herself".

Yes.

Yi Xiao felt her line of sight gradually narrow, closing up and down.

The baby's crying voice becomes quieter and quieter.

Smaller and smaller.

The sound of the flames in my ears grew louder and louder.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't resist the darkness.

The owner of the eyes finally closed his eyes.

Yi Xiao saw darkness.

He tried to open his eyes.

It's easier than any attempt.

He opened his eyes so easily.

He calmly looked at the woman in front of him, and the intermittent memory was pieced together at this moment.

The woman in white took him in her arms and slowly lifted him.

Yi Xiao tried hard to stretch out her swaddling hand, looked at her immature hands, moved up with difficulty, and finally touched the cheek of the woman in white.

The woman in white hugged him and slowly turned around.

His Royal Highness saw many familiar figures.

Beyond the sea of fire in the distance, a few people led the ride, stopping far away, and within the sea of fire, the desolate corpses of the dead, the blood snorting everywhere.

He saw Lin Yi, standing outside the sea of fire, lost his soul and pulled out of the fire range.

He looked around.

Finally, he turned his gaze to his mother.

Murong lowered his head and looked at him.

Yi Xiao saw the gold reflected in the eyes of the woman in white.

In her eyes, the baby in swaddling clothes, neither crying nor making trouble, calmly reflected in the water waves in her pupils.

The baby's eyes were golden, like a full wine glass, about to overflow.

Yi Xiao's breathing became rapid.

He had no teeth, his tongue was weak, and everything seemed to be back to square one, sluggish and weak.

He pronounced the words from memory.

"Murong ......"

The woman in white was not surprised in the slightest, but laughed softly.

A smile fell into the city.

She gently hugged the swaddling clothes, mumbled, and slowly leaned down to whisper in the ear of the newborn baby.

"Key...... Box ......"

Yi Xiao's pupils constricted.

......

......

It was a grand feast of fire.

It is also a feast of Shura.

The fire that night killed many people.

It also killed a fresh and immature life.

But no one knew that this fire was the rebirth of another person.

(The fourth volume is coming to an end soon~Sprinkle flowers~)