The strange woman who plays power: the fourth lady who plays power

The remaining ashes and rubble, and the remaining black smoke burst out, and the carved beam houses suddenly became ruins. 【26nbsp;】

What about people?no one?Where has he gone?

Yun'er fell into Han Gao's arms and burst into tears. Han Gao panicked and didn't know how to comfort her.

Under the nest, how can there be a complete egg?

When Lu Jiaojiao saw such a scene, she couldn't move her whole body, her soul was stunned; her heart was broken.

"How did this happen? How did this happen...Brother Fu, why didn't you wait for me? Why did you go before I had time to see you?" Lu Jiaojiao cried and cried, feeling agitated.

Xiaoyu, Xiaosan and Xiaosi hugged her tightly to stop her, but she cried like a widow whose husband died.

"No, they won't die!" Fu Yaxuan uttered a roar that could shake ghosts and gods, hesitantly stepped forward, and flew into the sea of ​​ruins and flames.

"Xuan'er, you can't go in." Cui Moyao jumped forward and hugged her delicate body, preventing her from committing suicide.

"Let me in, don't stop me, they're still inside, father, mother, elder brother... I'll save you." Fu Yaxuan desperately wanted to push Cui Moyao away, and stubbornly wanted to rush into the flames to save others.

Cui Moyao knew the frenzy in her heart, but he must not just watch her go to die, he tapped her sleeping point with two fingers.

Before Fu Yaxuan's eyes closed, there was a "bang", a flash of light and shadow, and the loud noise shook the sky and the earth, and also shattered everyone's hearts. The entire hall, high walls and yellow beams collapsed.

Cui Moyao hugged Fu Yaxuan, and took a few steps away with everyone, the dust and smoke were flying, and those who felt unwell coughed non-stop.

In Yangmingshan in September, in the air, there is the fragrance of flowers and flowers, and the smell of burning. The two smells are intertwined, which impacts people's sense of smell and sight.

The red sun is like blood, the breeze is swaying, and the wind in the middle of autumn is half cold and half cool, with a bit of sadness and bleakness.

Yesterday was still a glorious scene, but in just one day, it was in ruins.

Yun'er burst into tears, her eyes were red and swollen, she raised her small face to look at Han Gao, and asked in a sobbing voice: "Why... why are good people not rewarded? Why..."

"Yun'er..." Han Gao whispered, but couldn't answer her question.

Only half of the face was left in the sun in the west, and a thin smear of afterglow shone on the ruins through the row of old tree branches in the front, creating an indescribable melancholy and monotony!It's a bit of a "boom and bust" flavor!

The gorgeous afterglow poured down, and it was shining on Fu Yaxuan's face.

I saw a thin melon-seeded face, so pale, long eyelashes covering the eyelids, although she was in a daze, she looked even more charming, I felt pity.Her body was so soft, cold and soft, only when she fell asleep did she temporarily forget her grief.

Cui Moyao looked at her face, pursed his lips tightly, and his charming eyes were full of mourning.If possible, he is willing to bear all the grief and pain on her behalf!

Day and night alternate, the night is gone, and the dawn is gradually coming. Fu Yaxuan is sitting on the bedside, leaning against the window sill, staring at the white window with a pair of eyes full of sorrow.

She didn't think about anything, but tears rolled down her cheeks quietly, quietly.

How could she not think about it, her family was ruined overnight!She is the only one left in the world, and the heartache of losing her family is indelible.

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