Chapter 92: Embracing...

  It's no use, these vapors are getting bigger and bigger, and we can't stay here for long.

  "Cough...". Stunned for a long time, even if you're not crushed to death, you'll still suffocate and die from these things.

  Many people have already fainted. She is a professionally trained person, physically stronger than others, and she can still hold on. She can still hold on for a while longer. Rushing quickly towards the staircase, but her body couldn't help but start to sway slightly.

  The entrance of the stairs wasn't as chaotic as she had imagined, because too many people had already fainted, and some had even died!

  Walking among the corpses every day, she has gotten used to it, or perhaps her nerves have become numb. Seeing corpses is like looking up and seeing the sky for her.

  Ran quickly at the stairs entrance. "Cough cough."

  "Jiūměi lùo lán!" Suddenly, a voice that was neither unfamiliar nor familiar entered her ears.

  Who is it? Subconsciously looked down at the stairs! A black figure flashed by.

  That black-clad figure was bent at the waist, looking at those unconscious people on the ground, as if searching for something.

  He is...

  "Jiūměi lán, where are you!" Slowly, the bent waist lifted a bit, revealing half of a black figure's face.

  It's him! "Shu... cough, Holy Wind!" She held onto the handrail and looked down.

  Xiu Shengfeng raised his head, and the gap between the staircase entrance and the staircase was very small, only half of his face could be seen.

  He, Xiu Shengfeng, had never seen the full appearance of Jiumeiluo Lan before, but when he saw those clear eyes through the gap, he was not suspicious at all. He was very certain that the person was Jiumeiluo Lan! It was indeed Jiumeiluo Lan!

  She couldn't help but feel delighted, she was fine. She couldn't help but feel delighted, she didn't fall down.

  She rushed up with big strides. The two of them locked eyes for less than half a second before colliding! Jiuyi Luolan's body fell into someone's embrace.

  Jiūměi lán gāng yào fǎn yìng guò lái, měng de, tā de shuāng jiǎo bèi dōng xī bào qǐ, bèi bù bèi dōng xī gōu qǐ, shēn tǐ líng zài kōng zhōng.

  The man in front of her was familiar yet strange, just like the princess's horizontal hug. It was also familiar yet strange. She had once killed a man who had hugged her like this with her own hands.

  Holding her, they kept running down, running towards the stairs on the lower floor. The fire had already spread to the third floor, and they could only stay at the stairwell on the third floor.

  In Xīu Shèng's faint voice, there was a serious tone. "Third floor, can you jump down?"

  "Alright."

  "What I want is for you to jump down and guarantee that you won't get hurt!"

  Jiūměi lán dāng le. Zhòu qǐ méi tóu. "Wǒ néng chūqù, dàn nǐ ne." Wàng le wàng lóutī kǒu de chuāngkǒu, bú dà bú xiǎo, zhǐ gòu yīgè xiǎohái chūqù, dàn yīn wèi tā tèbié de shēnfèn, yǔ tèbié de chéngzhǎng fāngshì, ràng tā liànjì le hěn róuruò de tiě dài.

  "I don't need you to interfere!"

  Jiumei Luobolan suddenly moved her body, using force with her waist, wanting to jump out of his embrace.

  But unexpectedly, this person was too unbelievable, he could actually guess that she would move restlessly and want to jump out of his arms. So his hands held her very tightly, so tight that it made breathing a bit difficult for her.

  "Let me go!"

  "...". No answer.

  Facing this icy face, Jiuyi Luolan's heart was almost on fire. What did this man take him for? A coward who feared death? His eyes rolled over and three minutes of the five had already passed. He couldn't stay here and bicker with him any longer.

  She raised her hands and hooked them around Xiuxian Feng's neck, using the force to straighten up her body, her lips close to his ear. She whispered a few words.