Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

On the other side, Lu Huan also had a difficult time entering the fire scene. It was obvious that the fire was deliberately aimed at him.

He walked with his back hunched and his head lowered, searching for his mother's tablet in the fire scene, his whole body curled up under his soaked outer robe.

Although the outer robe was wet, some water vapor quickly began to evaporate under the blazing fire.

The coat and clothes I was wearing also gradually became scalding hot under such high temperatures...

Lu Huan tried hard to ignore the discomfort and searched one corner after another.

He thought that Gao Jiarong must have deliberately sent people to do something bad, otherwise why would the accident happen in the ancestral hall in such a large general's mansion!

She knew that the person he cared about most in his life was his mother.

That's why she wanted to take revenge on him like this.

Occasionally, one or two beams would collapse and fall due to the burning, landing on the ground beside him, sending up bursts of fire and ashes, and he heard bursts of screams outside.

But he couldn't care less at this moment. He could only walk with his mouth and nose covered with a wet towel to avoid inhaling too much smoke.

……

Zitan stood up in panic and tried to climb through the window to protect Su Qian, but the black-clad assassin kept stopping her.

Zitan was anxious, why didn't Zhongcang and the others come over yet! ?

Even if they are not available, they should send someone else.

At the moment, she was being held back by the man in black, and Su Qian was the only one in the room. If anyone opened the door and stabbed her now, it would be enough to kill her!

Zitan thought so, and indeed someone did what she thought.

While Zi Tan was fighting with the black-clad assassin, he had to pay attention to Su Qian. He was not aware that the black-clad assassin broke through his defense and stabbed him in the shoulder.

She gasped and was forced to take a few steps back. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a lame man limping towards Su Qian's room.

She propped herself up, ignored the pain in her body, and charged at the man in black again with the sword in hand.

The man in black dodged her damage slowly and told her, "The incense you inhaled will slow down your movements, and... you dared to be distracted in such a situation, so it is normal for me to stab you."

"Originally, you really had a chance to buy time and wait for them to come and rescue you."

"But right now... I'm afraid it's not possible."

Zitan was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

The black-clad assassin spoke calmly, "My sword is coated with poison. You won't survive for long."

"Not only you, but also the woman in the room and the master you are loyal to will die in the general's mansion tonight."

Zitan felt that the wound was getting more and more painful. Every breath and movement was like pouring salt on the wound. The person in pain couldn't stop trembling...

At this moment, Zi Tan even had a hard time holding the sword.

The black-clad assassin had no intention of fighting with her again; it seemed that his appearance was only to delay her.

Or maybe he thought she was doomed to die and there was no need to fight her anymore.

Zitan held the sword in his right hand and inserted it into the ground. With trembling hands, he took out the dagger he carried with him and cut open the clothes at his shoulders under the gaze of the man in black.

Her fair skin looked particularly dazzling in the night. She ignored the gaze of the assassin in black and used the dagger to cut a wound on her shoulder. Because of the poisoning, her hands were shaking as if she had Parkinson's disease.

Even though she struck the wrong spot due to trembling, she did not retreat or give up.

Instead, he chose to cut off the black flesh on his shoulder with trembling hands, one knife at a time...

The blood and flesh were dripping, but Zi Tan seemed numb and could not feel it, and she did not show any mercy. But her action of sucking in a breath betrayed her true feelings.

The man in black crossed his arms and stared at her without blinking. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are very brave."

However, the speed at which the poison took effect was far beyond her imagination, and even if she cut the flesh, it was too late.

After Zitan cut off the piece of black flesh, he cut another cut on his shoulder to let the blood and release the poison.

The man in black said, "Opening blood to release the poison? What a stupid method. You might as well just ask me to give you the antidote."

Zitan was in so much pain that he had no strength left, but he still tried to stand up, used all his strength to pull out the sword stuck in the ground, and walked towards the room with unsteady steps...

……

In the room, Hong Ziweng finally limped to Su Qian's couch. He took out a bottle of antidote from his pocket and poured it into Su Qian's mouth roughly.

His voice became much hoarser, and there was hatred in his voice, "Give it to me!"

After feeding the antidote, a few minutes later, he saw that Su Qian had not woken up yet, so he pushed her shoulders hard, "Hey! Wake up!"

Seeing that he couldn't wake her up, Hong Ziweng stretched out his right hand and pinched her arm hard, "Bitch, wake up!"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you while you're awake!"

Su Qian didn’t know what was wrong with her, she just felt that she slept very deeply. Although she slept very deeply, she also felt very noisy.

Many kinds of chaotic voices kept ringing in my ears...

At first it was Lu Huan's voice, then it was the sound of fighting, and now there was someone else beside her, chattering in her ears.

In the end, Su Qian was awakened by the pain.

Hong Ziweng pinched the flesh on her arm without mercy, cursing at her non-stop.

Su Qian raised her eyelids which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and looked at the person in front of her in a trance.

At first, she thought she was seeing things. Why would this man with a face full of scars be sitting at the head of her bed and looking at her with such eyes?

She was a little unsure and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Hong Ziweng gnashed his teeth and said, "Oh, you finally woke up. It took quite a lot of effort to wake you up."

Su Qian didn't dare to move, and could only repeat the previous sentence, but her voice was a little stronger, "Who are you!?"

Hong Ziweng did not answer but asked: "Let me ask you, do you still remember me?"

Su Qian was confused as to why he asked this question, but he suddenly got angry and pinched her chin hard, "Tell the truth!"

Su Qian recalled and said, "I remember."

Hong Ziweng sneered: "Then tell me where you have seen me."

Su Qian: "I saw him in front of the restaurant that day..."

Hong Ziweng laughed softly, his voice like a ghost's humming, "Hehehe... Restaurant..."

"It's ridiculous that you guys hurt me so much and yet you don't remember anything."

Su Qian: "What do you mean?"

Hong Ziweng continued, "You are almost dead, so I will tell you the truth."

"The first time we met was not in front of a restaurant, but in a teahouse."

"Do you still remember the teahouse in Zhiyi City, Mingxiang Pavilion?"