Chapter 1319 Su Xiangwan!

Ten minutes later, he finally rushed to the scene.

From far away, I saw that there was a fire that shot up into the sky, reflecting the night like day.

Billows of thick smoke rose from the ground, and the noise was endless.

There was a bit of fishy taste in his throat, and his heart trembled a bit. He threw away the motorcycle and rushed forward.

Before the fire rescue arrived, Su Xiangwan's driver was organizing nearby people to help put out the fire.

It is a pity that this generation is sparsely populated and the effect is not great.

Mu Beiting snatched the water basin from one person's hand, poured it over his head, and rushed in without looking back.

Immediately, someone hurriedly grabbed him: "You can't go in, you can't go in now! It's all collapsed inside!"

"Go away!"

Mu Beiting threw him away, his eyes were scarlet.

She is still waiting for him!

Must be waiting for him!

At this moment, Su Xiangwan's vision was already a little blurred, and the blackness in front of his eyes could not last long.

Her eyes fell on Mother Han who was still unconscious, and she said softly in her heart: I'm sorry, I couldn't rescue Aunt Han.

Then he looked at Song Ziming, who was pale and fainted, and couldn't help showing a wry smile.

She really never thought that she would die with him in the end.

Su Xiangwan's consciousness was a little loose.

It's not that she doesn't want to leave...

Just how to get there?

There is fire everywhere.

Su Xiangwan was lying on the ground, clutching a shard of glass in his hand, tightening it little by little.

Are you going to die?

Are you going to die again?

It seems that he should have died a long time ago. The happiness and joy of the past few years should have been stolen.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and slowly raised her hand to rest the glass shards on her neck.

Being burned to death, it really hurts...

You watched with your own eyes that your flesh was burned little by little, overflowing with an unpleasant smell of burning, and turning black little by little. From the outside to the inside, it was a long and tormented time.

Even when you obviously think you are dead.

They can still feel that the burning pain is still continuing, reaching the depths of the soul.

She really didn't want to go through it again, if so, she might as well kill herself first.

The strength in the hand is a little heavier.

However, Mu Beiting's appearance involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He always likes to hug her and kiss her softly.

He is domineering and naive, but he always wants to give her the best.

He gave her so much warmth and so much love.

Now, is she finally going to lose...

Su Xiangwan bent his lips.

If there is an afterlife, will they still be together?

The shards of glass in his hand gradually deepened, and a smear of blood spilled from his neck.

A string of tears overflowed from the corner of Su Xiangwan's eyes.

She doesn't want to die yet.

But the thing that fell just now hit her leg.

It hurts and burns.

She couldn't run anymore.

It's just that what will he do if she dies, what will happen to Niannian and Ruanruan.

Thinking wildly like this, the strength in his hands gradually increased.

I'm sorry, Mu Beiting, I'm really scared, really scared.

I don't want to be burned to death again.

It really hurts.

"Wanwan!" When Mu Beiting rushed in, he searched for Su Xiangwan's figure in the flames and black smoke, his heart throbbing, as if he was about to lose something.

"Su Xiangwan!" He shouted her name sharply.

Su Xiangwan paused slightly in his hazy consciousness.

Is he here...

The shards of glass in his hand fell to the ground, but the person passed out completely.

Mu Beiting rushed in quickly, ignoring his hands, pushed aside a few pieces of furniture and fallen boards that blocked the way, and cleared a way.

Not long after, he saw the figure on the ground at a glance.

The joyful light of the fire made her little face red.

A pillar was pressed on the leg, not too thick, and the severity was not obvious.

In fact, I wanted to write Song Ziming to death at first, but later... I was inexplicably moved with compassion, and I thought it was better to let him live.