Luo Xiao leaned against her back, the effects of the drug growing stronger, and he felt his vision turning blurry.
When Meng Yao carried him out, all the vases in the bridal room fell and shattered. Luo Xiao turned his head to look at Fu Qingshuang, who was covered in blood. A deep sorrow surged in his eyes, and he wanted to reach out to pull her, but that was impossible.
Qingshuang, I'm sorry...
Meng Yao rushed out with Luo Xiao on her back. Inside the Flame Hall, chaos had erupted. The corners to the southeast and west were blasted into pieces, and all the guards standing were done for.
At this moment, the only remaining northern corner was surrounded by a group of guards next to a bomb.
The white explosive pack lay on the ground, with a long line connected to it, seemingly without any sign of explosion.
A few cautiously approached, "It seems like it's okay?"
"Yeah, why don't we pour water on it?"
"Okay, you go get some water!"
