The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 1159 She's Still Inside

This is a pre-arranged bureau.

Just wait for them to break in.

Once these things are ignited, the fire cannot be extinguished at all.

It might even explode!
Accompanied by the billowing smoke, the fire started from the hay room and spread wildly around.

Ling Shan was standing downstairs in charge of dispatching and directing. Seeing this situation, his heart almost stopped beating: "The fire is too big, young master, get down!" He called the fire alarm as quickly as possible, and then directed the bodyguards who were on guard downstairs : "Ready to respond!"

Mo Junting did not withdraw.

Yan Zhixin is still upstairs!
He rushed up regardless, Ling Feng was beside him, and hugged him suddenly: "Master, you go down, I'll go up and see..."

"let me go!"

Mo Junting pushed the person away with his backhand.

But Ling Feng refused to let go even if he died: "Master, your life is more important."

He is a doctor and knows the location of every numb muscle in the human body. He pinched Mo Junting's numb muscle tightly, and together with the bodyguards beside him picked him up and threw him out of the corridor.

Downstairs, the bodyguards had assembled and caught him neatly.

Mo Junting struggled desperately, but four or five bodyguards held him down, and he couldn't even move. Instead, they dragged him outside, away from the small building.

The heat wave was surging, and the sound of burning was crackling and crackling.

Mo Junting watched the tongues of flame rushing up to the third floor with a tumbling heat wave. He couldn't tell whether it was nervousness or fear, his hands were trembling uncontrollably.

There is only one thought in his mind: Yan Zhixin is still inside...

He tried his best to break the bodyguard who hugged him by the waist, his eyes were red and red, almost desperate: "Please... let me in, she's still inside."

As noble as Mo Junting, he dominates the lives of countless people.

But now, he begged for help in such a low voice.

For his beloved woman.

The bodyguard almost burst into tears, and he didn't dare to look at his face, so he could only look at Ling Shan with a look for help.

Ling Shan didn't dare to look at him, turned her face away and said, "You can't have any accidents."

At any time, his order will be executed immediately.

Only this one cannot be followed.

Those who went upstairs, except for Mo Junting who was thrown down by Ling Feng, the rest were still on top, moving quickly but not chaotically, covering their noses and mouths with wet clothes, and searching the rooms on the third floor one by one.

The fire started from the second floor, and now the third floor is full of thick smoke, and even a red flame can be seen faintly.

The bodies of the bodyguards were scorched by the flames, and their hearts were also on fire.

There were a few people from the "Fearless" organization rushing down in panic.

But, without Yan Zhixin!

Where did people go?
In the northerly weather, the fire on the north side of the small building is relatively small, and Ling Shan has already asked people to set up a ladder, ready to respond.

However, no response was received for a long time, but reports kept coming.

"Number one, no one!"

"Number two, no one!"

"..."

"Number Seven, no one!"

All rooms have been searched and no one is there.

Did the bodyguards miss it, or was Yan Zhixin transferred?

Ling Shan is thinking about this problem.

Ling Feng was also thinking about this issue.

Ling Feng was about to tell the bodyguards to withdraw first, and then go to look for it by himself, when suddenly there was a loud "boom", and half of the small building collapsed.

Ling Feng was caught off guard and inhaled a puff of thick smoke, which choked into his lungs until he coughed so hard that he couldn't speak.

The floor under his feet was trembling, the soil from the ceiling was rustling down, and the sound of breaking was constantly approaching...

(End of this chapter)