I'm already a concubine, who wants to fight with you?

Chapter 187 The First Chapter Survive

Xie Fei didn't know how miserable he was. The disguise on his face had long been melted by the blood and high temperature. His true face was covered with sweat and turned into a calico cat face because of the black smoke.

His long black hair had become disheveled, tangled and stained with dirt and blood. The sparse strands stuck to his neck and face, forming a tangled mess.

She crawled on the ground with all her might, and was choked by the thick smoke and almost vomited blood. Blood was still flowing from her forehead, so she casually grabbed a handful of cigarette ash and wiped it on to prevent excessive bleeding.

She never thought that she would die in a fire.

She survived the Xie family's fifteen years of disregard and harshness.

The open and covert fighting, the flashing of swords and the fighting in the Pei Mansion could not defeat her.

But why did he fall prey to that crazy woman Xiao Shirong and die miserably in this scorching fire?

Xie Fei doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but if she is given a chance, she will definitely drag Xiao Shirong to be buried with her.

Even if she had to go to the eighteen levels of hell after death and could never be reincarnated, she wanted that woman to feel the pain of being burned by flames with her.

However, God probably won't give her a second chance to be reborn and let her seek revenge on Xiao Shirong.

Xie Fei closed his eyes weakly. Amidst the twisting burning waves and large amounts of black smoke, he could no longer tell whether he was still alive.

The fire was too big and there was no way to retreat within her sight. Even if she was not burned to death, she would still be suffocated to death by the thick smoke.

No matter who it is, they should accept their fate and wait for death.

But she didn't know whether it was her hatred for Xiao Shirong or her attachment to this world that made her unwilling to accept it.

She felt weak all over and her consciousness was blurred. Her legs and feet were hit by the fallen pavilion pillars. She didn't know whether they were broken or not, but it was so painful that she could even crawl.

Even so, he was still trying his best to crawl forward, knowing clearly that in such a hot and ferocious fire, he had no idea where there was a way to survive.

His body had reached its limit, and Xie Fei knew very well what the blood foam he coughed up meant.

She laughed suddenly, weak and miserable.

How could he die here?

That crazy woman really has lost all her rationality.

In a trance, he suddenly thought of Fu Yu again.

The girl's indenture had not been torn up yet, and in the eyes of the government, the girl was still a slave.

What would happen to Fu Yu if she died?
And Yuan San is an illegal resident. Without her, how can I wander around Beijing openly in the future?
Not to mention the medicinal herbs and ice cubes she had stockpiled with great effort on the farm, which had never been used. She couldn't just let them go to others for free, right?
Just thinking about this, Xie Fei inexplicably gained a bit of strength. Even though he was sweating profusely and covered in bruises, he still crawled with difficulty in the swirling tongues of fire.

But it seemed that God was not going to let her go. A fire dragon swept over from above, and the tree trunk covered in flames suddenly fell with a tremendous force.

Xie Fei only heard the noise from above, and when he looked up, his body was too exhausted from excessive blood loss to react in time.

Just as the tree trunk was about to break her spine, a purple figure came gracefully, swung his long arm and knocked the tree trunk away. There were starlights between the fluttering sleeves, and the silver mask reflected a warm red light.

Blood and sweat flowed into his eyes, and Xie Fei almost didn't have the strength to open his eyes.

In the narrow field of vision, Yuan San's figure was so tall that even the fire burning behind him seemed to be shrinking and retreating, completely blocked from the dangerous world by him.

He threw off the cowhide and wrapped Xie Fei, then bent down to pick up Xie Fei and walked quickly towards the passage where the fire was less severe.

Xie Fei didn't have time to be shocked by his appearance. He just suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt, his eyes bloodshot.

In a flash, she understood Xiao Shirong's plan.

"Don't..." Xie Fei could only utter one syllable and was choked by the thick smoke and coughed.

If she died alone in the fire, at least she wouldn't be labeled a slut.

Yuan San is safe. He can take Fu Yu away from the capital. Even if he has to hide and change his identity in the future, at least he still has a chance to survive.

But if the two of them went out together, Xiao Shirong would define them as "adulterers", and even Yuan San would die.

How could she tolerate Yuan San dying because of her? Yuan San understood what she meant, but he just lowered his head and said gently: "Be patient, you will be out soon."

Xie Fei's eyes were filled with embarrassment and disappointment. She didn't understand why Yuan San would give up everything for her.

The smoke was so thick that she coughed intermittently and said hoarsely, "Why... don't you understand..."

will die.

Even after escaping this fire, there are even more terrible punishments waiting.

Xie Fei no longer cared about how the Marquis' Mansion would treat a concubine who was hugged by another man.

But what about Yuan San?

He was originally a person of unknown identity, and was accused of being an "adulterer". I'm afraid that the punishment for him being tortured to death or torn apart by five horses would not be an exaggeration.

But Yuan San still didn't seem to understand. He just smiled at her gently and comforted her, "It will be fine."

Xie Fei closed his eyes.

Although it would definitely not be so lonely if there was someone to accompany me on the road to the underworld, but even if I had to have someone to accompany me, I would have to ask Xiao Shirong to accompany me.

Taking Yuan San with me, what does this mean?
She was just about to struggle and let Yuan San escape by himself, but the side courtyard in front of her completely collapsed under the burning fire, and a large burning wave carrying flames rushed towards her.

Yuan San immediately turned his back to the fire and protected Xie Fei. Although the high temperature was unbearable, fortunately the thick smoke disintegrated and melted for a moment due to the sudden fire.

That place was where Yuan San came from, and the only possible place to escape from the entire fire scene.

Even Xie Fei understood the situation clearly, but Yuan San still refused to give up.

He was bleeding from many places on his body from being pierced by the wood chips that swept across him, and the sticky, slippery liquid had dyed his purple clothes black.

Xie Fei held his hand and shook his head weakly.

No need to struggle.

She was seriously injured, with a wound on her forehead and many burns on her body from the flames. Her legs and feet might also be broken. Even if she could be rescued, that vicious Xiao Shirong would still be waiting.

Yuan San's face was so close to her, and she suddenly felt reluctant to let this man die.

Even staying alive and avenging Xiao Shirong seemed unimportant. She only wished that Yuan San could live and take Fu Yu with him.

"Big Head..." Xie Fei raised his hand with difficulty and stroked his silver mask.

She wanted to say something, but her body could no longer support her opening the mouth.

After knowing each other for several years, in the end, I just hope that he can survive. I really don't want him to end up in a miserable and pitiful situation because of her.

Her eager and expectant look failed to change his mind.

He simply picked the person up again and walked towards the fire with determination.

Just go through the burning door ahead and you'll have a chance to be reborn.

"Xaffey."

He always called her girl with a smile and never called her by her full name.

"Live."

You are not the magnificent peony, nor the noble and snow-proud plum blossom, nor the secluded orchid in the valley, nor the clear moon on earth.

You are a grass growing in the wilderness. You have never been carefully cared for, but your vitality is incredibly tenacious. No matter what twists and turns you encounter, nothing can destroy you.

You are tenacious and vigorous, and that is the power that keeps you alive.

So, live again, even if it is not gorgeous, not dazzling, even if you have to be humble and endure grievances, no matter what, you have to live.

(End of this chapter)