At this time, Wu Yue was shocked. She held Ye Fan's neck tightly with both hands and did not speak.
Ye Fan held Wu Yue's ass in his arms and felt very comfortable. But soon he couldn't feel this feeling anymore, because when he went outside, he found that the fire here was too strong. It should be something like kerosene! Obviously, Qin Huaiwu, the bastard, intended to burn everything and didn't leave any trace.
What's more, the buildings here were all wood, and there were all kinds of woods and shrubs around. Once the mountain wind blew, it could not be stopped at all.
"What the f**k!"
Ye Fan's face was in pain from the roast. He said to Wu Yue, "Hold my dear tightly. Maybe we'll become roast chickens." As he said this, Ye Fan pulled off a huge wooden board from the side.
Wu Yue could only hold Ye Fan's neck tightly and lay on his back, because Ye Fan had to keep slapping the flame with the planks.