Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

Ah Chenggang turned his head and closed his eyes in a depressed mood, unable to bear to look at Deng Yong's expression.

The sound of very clear footsteps came to my ears. When I opened my eyes, I saw the man who had thanked me just now, walking towards the surging flames and smoke with determination.

His steps were very heavy, and each step hit the hearts of others.

Ah Cheng watched the flames dance like wild pythons, twisting the air, and finally seemed to react. He stretched out his right arm and hung it in the air, grabbing the back a few times in front of him.

The shock deep in his heart made him realize that it was all in vain a few seconds after he made this action. He immediately followed Deng Yong with a loud roar and hurried after Deng Yong.

Logically speaking, the distance between the two was not that far, and he could catch up quickly with his long strides.

However, something unexpected happened that Yan Yuqing, Li Tongni, and the young man who was stunned to the point of surprise happened.

When Ah Cheng's heart-wrenching shouts dispersed, Deng Yong's figure, which had been following every step, suddenly became as light as a swallow. He was like an athlete who heard the starting gun, running as fast as he could. stand up.

But what lies ahead is not the finish line for the ranking, but a fire that can devour everything.

Deng Yong ran faster and faster, and his dull eyes finally shone brightly, which was even more stunning than the fish-belly white at dawn.

"Deng Yong! Stop your horse and stop!!!"

Ah Cheng's eyes were about to burst. He leaned forward crazily and tried to stretch his arms to grab anything on Deng Yong's body, even the hem of his clothes.

But he was already lagging behind at the start, and the figure running crazily in front of him seemed to have mobilized all the adrenaline in his body, bursting out at the highest speed in his limited life.

Ah Cheng was so anxious to catch up that when he leaned forward to reach out his hand, he stumbled and fell to the ground suddenly.

His hands slid across the ground with a sizzling sound. The gravel and dust instantly caused wounds to the skin tissue, leaving several stinging blood marks.

Does it hurt?It hurts!

But this was not the pain caused by the injuries to his hands, but the feeling emanating from Ah Cheng's tightly squeezed, twitching heart.

He fell to the ground, and the ground beneath him was even heated up. You can imagine how hot the snake-like fireworks in front were.

The infinite grief deep in Ah Cheng's heart affected his thoughts, making the figure of Deng Yong in front of him coincide with the image of Brother Yan who was shot twelve times in his memory.

The same helpless eyes, the same helplessness.

All the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away, and his outstretched arms were unable to grab in mid-air, as if he was trying to pull out the figure that was gradually submerged in the thick smoke through the air.

"Mr. Jiang..."

When Ah Cheng was extremely desperate, he suddenly felt blessed and suddenly turned his head to look behind him.

The crowd who retreated far away held their breaths to watch this suffocating scene, and the noisiest people also stopped chattering.

This group of people could not attract his attention. Jiang Ran, who was facing away from the crowd and facing him, was the focus of his eyes.

It's a pity that Jiang Ran's expression did not change at all. He was like a spectator in a game of human beings, watching everything that happened here without sadness and joy, without any intention of saving Deng Yong.

"Second miss..."

His lips moved slightly, and he moved his gaze to Yan Yuqing's immortal face.

If there was anyone present who could plead with Jiang Ran, it was probably Yan Yuqing.

When his eyes touched Yan Yuqing's face, he suddenly found that the other party was looking back at him. There seemed to be a thousand words in her eyes. After all, she pursed her lips and shook her head gently.

"what!!!"

Ah Cheng understood the meaning in this look, but he still couldn't control his emotions. His crazy wails went straight into the sky. The grief that he didn't shout out when Brother Yan died burst out at this moment.

His hands, which had been bruised by the gravel and dust, clenched into fists and hit the ground again and again. Countless tiny gravels pierced the edges of his palms without even noticing.

While he was beating the ground crazily, as if he wanted to remember the scene in front of him in his heart, he gritted his teeth and looked straight ahead with his eyes red.

Could Deng Yong hear Ah Cheng's cries of pain and wailing?It must be audible.

But the pace of his feet never slowed down at all, because his heart, his soul, and everything about him had been burned by the fire.

A person with a dead heart should not belong to this world.

Deng Yong ran faster and faster, and the heat wave and burning sensation that hit his face became stronger and stronger.

Those who have had the misfortune to experience the pain of burns will never want to experience it a second time. When faced with the flames that sweep through the whole body in an instant and burn the flesh and fascia completely, the only thought for anyone is to stay away from and Stand still.

However, in Deng Yong's eyes, this beating flame is the continuation of Cao Jinshi's life, and the thick black smoke is her long hair and eyes.

Deng Yong's dead heart was also heated by the dancing fire snake, spreading from his body surface to his heart and soul, and then reflected from the window of his soul.

In his eyes, there was no tragic car accident scene, no chilling fire. Only Cao Jinshi stood beside a white car with a smile, wearing the white floral dress he gave her, quiet and beautiful. Wave to yourself.

Deng Yong's face showed infinite love and pity, and at the same time he had a very strong sense of guilt.

He spread his arms out to the sides in a running hug gesture.

His chest was raised high and his back was straight, as if he wanted to show his best side to the one he loved.

The blazing flames were blown wildly by the autumn wind, sweeping up and swallowing up the man who stepped over the billowing smoke and rushed towards him without hesitation.

Although his figure was somewhat obscured by the thick smoke, he could still see that the crazy flames spread quickly the moment they clung to his body, turning Deng Yong into a complete ball of human-shaped flames.

His arms were still swaying, and before he completely threw himself into the flames and lost his body, he formed a hug and rushed into the depths without hesitation.

No one could imagine the burning sensation and severe pain, but Deng Yong did not even let out a single cry of pain from the moment the flames hit him until he was completely engulfed.

When summer dies, all lotuses die for it.

In this early autumn wind, Cao Jinshi's robes were fluttering in the wind. The white floral dress made the heroic spirit on her face fade a bit, and the lingering love in her eyes showed no regrets.

She never questioned Deng Yong's heart from beginning to end.

She understood that he would not reciprocate.

Jinshi, did you see it? I encountered a fire on the way to see you.

But, it's useless...it can't stop my heart that wants to see you despite all the difficulties.

I threw myself into this fire to keep your appointment.

At the last moment when Deng Yong crashes into the fire, the piercing siren of the fire truck in the distance pierces everything, high-pitched and poignant.

"Huowu——"

"Huowu————"