Inexorably in Love

Luo Qingrou was cruel enough this time, knowing that one trick can't let herself die, this is another cut! She must put herself to death!

Ping An was anxious when the fire was about to burn. After all, she had never expected Luo Qingrou to be so bold and want to burn herself to death.

She yelled a few times, and no one responded at all. Some were just the screams of ghosts and wolves in the front cell, which sounded exceptionally cripple.

...

Meng Huo had never returned to the house. He was worried that Ping An was alone in the jail, and he was afraid that she would drive him away. He was also afraid that his father would be dissatisfied with Ping An too much, and he would not let her go. Stay not far from the jail.

So when he knew that the jail was on fire, he rushed there as soon as he arrived. However, when he arrived, the fire could no longer be controlled, and it was burning like a prairie fire.

Not only the detained prisoners, but also the jailers were burned to death.

Looking at this situation, Meng Huo wanted to rush in like crazy. How could the jailers let him go to death? This is the eighth prince. If something goes wrong, all the people in the prison must be buried with him.

So the jailers also stopped like crazy.

Meng Huo really kicked the jailer away in batches like crazy, opened it, and then rushed into the fire. His eyes were a bit redder than the fire, and he disappeared into the fire in a flash.

The jailers were all stupid, and then someone shouted, "What are you doing while standing still stupid? Hurry up and put out the fire and save people!"

The jailers all ran around, trying to find water, a black figure swept across the crowd like the wind, and also rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Meng Huo felt that his whole person was about to be roasted, but he couldn't control that much, and rushed towards the cell where Ping was located. However, there was already a sea of ​​flames ahead, and he couldn't even tell the direction.

His hair and clothes were all burned. Just when he was about to die with Ping An, a person grabbed his arm and turned his head, Meng Huo saw Meng Yi.

"Uncle Emperor, An'er is still inside, I'm going to save her!" Meng Huo's face was already pitch black, and his eyes were red as if dripping blood.

Meng Yi glanced at the situation and said, "It can't be saved, follow me!"

"No, I want to save her, I must save her!" Meng Huo turned around and started running, Meng Huo knocked him out with his hand, and quickly left with his arm.

As soon as he left, the place collapsed, completely becoming a sea of ​​flames.

When they got outside, the jailers hurriedly poured water on the two princes to put out the fire.

The two of them were soaked in soup. Meng Huo lay on the ground. Although he was faint, the tears from the corners of his eyes kept pouring out.

Meng Yi looked at this sea of ​​flames, his face was also unprecedentedly ugly, his chest suddenly fluctuated, and he suddenly turned and flew towards the palace.

"Take care of the Eighth Prince!"

He left this sentence, and the person has disappeared into the night.

How dare the jailer not listen, and hurriedly carried the Eighth Prince away, but didn't dare to let him here again. If he woke up and wanted to rush in, who would stop him?

...

Inside the palace.

Luo Qingrou had already received the news that the prison was on fire, and knew that all the prisoners in the prison were dead. Her face was bright and she gently fiddled with a Persian cat in her arms, "Finally dead! That **** , I was born to restrain me, and now that I die, I will have a boundless future!"

"What the mother said is." The palace servant who was waiting on the side replied respectfully.