The fire began to devour every inch of the entire villa. The fiery flames burned Luo Zikai's clothes, and every inch of his skin was burned to the point of cracking. The pain was unspeakable.

He doesn't want to die!

But now he is in a dilemma, can he really have to die!

The flames began to spread to Luo Zikai's body, the clothes began to burn, and the last layer of defense covering the body disappeared without a trace, and the originally intact skin began to be burned by the fire!

pain!

The excruciating pain tortured Luo Zikai's life along the sense organs on the skin of his body. He didn't want to die, but now he couldn't stop it!

"Help...help..." The desperate cry with painful tears brought Luo Zikai's body almost to the brink of collapse. The fire burned his body, his skin, pain but he couldn't die, no matter what he had to live!

Don't give up even with the last ounce of strength!

Luo Zikai walked slowly towards the window, but his body was burned so badly that he was powerless. He moved his fingers on the window, hoping to open the window and jump down, but his hands were already burned and lost Perception, not control.

Looking desperately at the crowd standing on the grass outside the house in the firelight, he was so angry that he almost killed all of them.

All the people, all the people here will not let go!

The scorched hand trembled and scratched at the window, the anger in his eyes stared at the people outside the house, his teeth were clenched, "I hate you, you will all die, and even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go! "

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his back, as if his bones were broken. Luo Zikai fell directly to the ground. He wanted to stand up, but the pain ran down the spine of his back and they were not allowed to do it. A piece of wood on his body was dead. He suppressed himself desperately, the tiny sparks still burning on the wood were still kissing the fragile hair follicles on the skin.

His eyes gradually lost sight, looking at the red flames in front of his eyes, Luo Zikai murmured, gradually closed his eyes, and passed out.

Snapped.

Thinking of this, Luo Zikai couldn't help punching the handle of the wheelchair beside him with a fist, but this fist was an understatement of being powerless in the eyes of others, but to him, it still exhausted all the strength in his body .

"God has eyes, knowing that I have too much hatred in my heart, knowing that they have too much evil, so they didn't kill me, but let me survive," Luo Zikai sneered, "This is God's greatest revenge on them! "

Xi'er's hand still didn't let go, and her tiny fingers tightly held the back of her brother's hand, "Don't force yourself, it's not good for your wound, don't worry brother, now that medicine is so advanced, I'm sure I can find someone to treat it You heal."

"I believe you are sincere to me." The angry voice quickly turned into a slight and gentle murmur.

Xi'er sighed softly, "But you really surprised me at the beginning, I really thought you were dead, if it wasn't for that letter..."

It was the envelope that the servant suddenly brought when I was preparing for the funeral. The address of Luo's family and Xi'er's name were printed on the envelope. I will forget that there are only three crooked words.

—I'm not dead. ——

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