Concubine forced marriage: Six-finger princess

Chapter 267 The Fire Is Burning

The boy doesn't know how long he can hold on, but he will never give up.

A bit of firmness remained on his pale face, and his eyes, which had lost their luster, were increasingly clouded. At this moment, when he looked at the main mast not far away, he stared at stars for no reason, and became dizzy.

No one knew why he slowed down, only that his thoughts were stretched like a rubber band.

"The fragrance is almost gone!"

At this time, one of the teenagers suddenly found out and cried out in surprise.

The people present looked at the incense burner almost at the same time.

That's right, there was still a foot of incense just now, and now it's less than a quarter left.

When they looked back at the young man, there was eagerness and worry in everyone's eyes.

Two people spontaneously walked towards the incense burner and formed a circle, trying to block the breeze blowing in the courtyard to slow down the burning of the incense.

And the eight young men in black looked up at the burning torches in their hands, expressionless.

The boy who was climbing up slowly, slipped his hand and was about to fall off the shelf. Fortunately, realizing the danger, he suddenly woke up, and grabbed a piece of food with all his strength on the way down. mast.

The teenagers below were suddenly in an uproar, and they really experienced a thrilling experience.

Maybe it was a good thing that the boy fell, at least he didn't have to be burned to death with the woman.However, he stubbornly tried his best to climb up again, without any intention of shrinking back.

Everyone couldn't help being moved by his behavior, one of them suddenly stepped forward, looked up at the boy's back, and said loudly: "Hold on, as long as you save that girl, we will help you." After finishing speaking, he Taking a few steps forward again, I reached out and picked up the firewood piled up around the shelf and threw it into the distance.

Time and time again, he picked it up and threw it away, looking so determined.

The people behind seemed to understand what he meant, and they all spontaneously approached the shelf, bent down to pick up the firewood, and threw it into the distance.

Encouraged by them, the young man was overjoyed, and there was a look of hope in the eyes of the woman.

"The incense is gone!" said the young man in black who was standing by the incense burner suddenly.

The eight black-clothed youths seemed to have received an order, and threw the torches into the firewood that had not yet been taken away, and the firewood immediately ignited.

(End of this chapter)