The Blood of Igniting the Ruins

Xu Huanwen couldn't understand Gu Lan's words at all. Outside the door, the wooden panels were being forcefully scratched by hands, and the latch emitted a strained creaking sound.

Creak... Creak... The sound was enough to make one's teeth ache. An Yiqing, who had been under Gu Lan's constant threat, couldn't control the trembling of his body. He surreptitiously slipped his hand into a hidden pocket inside his clothes.

Xu Huanwen's appearance was obscured by the darkness, but his urgent voice couldn't be concealed. "Gu Lan! listen to me..."

Xu Huanwen wasn't afraid of death, and he didn't understand why he had such strong patience. But upon realizing that Gu Lan had no intention of leaving, he sighed lightly and stood in front of her.

The door—