Luo Qingrou was ruthless this time, knowing that one move would not kill her, this is another blow! She must put herself to death!
Seeing that the fire was about to burn, Ping An was also a little anxious, after all, she didn't expect Luo Qingrou to be so bold and openly wanted to burn herself to death.
She yelled a few times, but no one responded at all, only the screams of ghosts and wolves in the cell in front, which sounded particularly scary.
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Meng Huo didn't go back to the mansion originally, he was worried that Ping An would be alone in the dungeon, and he was afraid that she would drive him away, and that his father would be dissatisfied because he attached too much importance to Ping An, let alone let her go. Stay not far from the prison.
So when he knew that the prison was on fire, he rushed over immediately. However, when he arrived, the fire was out of control, and it was burning like a prairie fire.
Not only the prisoners who were locked up, but also the jailers were burned to death countless times.
Looking at the situation, Meng Huo wanted to rush in like crazy. How could the jailers let him die. This is the Eighth Prince. If something happened, all the people in the prison would have to be buried with him.
So the jailers also blocked like crazy.
Meng Huo really kicked the jailers away batch after batch like crazy, opened them, and then rushed into the sea of flames. His eyes were a little redder than the fire, and he disappeared into the sea of flames in a blink of an eye.
The jailers were all dumbfounded, and then someone shouted, "What are you doing standing there, put out the fire and save people!"
All the jailers ran here and there, trying to find water. A black figure swept across the crowd like the wind, and rushed into the sea of flames.
Meng Huo felt that his whole body was going to be roasted, but he couldn't control that much, and rushed in the direction of Ping An's cell. However, there was already a sea of flames in front of him, and he couldn't even tell the direction.
His hair and clothes were already burned, and just when he was about to die with Ping An, a man grabbed his arm, turned around, and Meng Huo saw Meng Yi.
"Uncle, An'er is still inside, I'm going to save her!" Meng Huo's face was already pitch black, and his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.
Meng Yi glanced at the situation and said, "It's hopeless, follow me!"
"No, I want to save her, I must save her!" Meng Huo turned around and was about to run, but Meng Huo knocked him unconscious with his hands, and quickly left with his arms wrapped around him.
As soon as he left, the place collapsed, completely turning into a sea of flames.
When they got outside, the jailers quickly poured water on the two princes to put out the fire.
The two of them were drenched, and Meng Huo was lying on the ground. Although he was unconscious, tears kept pouring out from the corners of his eyes.
Looking at the sea of flames, Meng Yi's expression was also unprecedentedly ugly, his chest heaved violently, and he suddenly turned around and flew towards the palace.
"Take care of the Eighth Prince!"
After he left these words, the man had disappeared into the night.
How could the jailer dare not listen, and hastily carried the eighth prince away, but he didn't dare to let him here again, if he woke up and wanted to rush in, who would stop him
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Inside the palace.
Luo Qingrou had already received the news that the sky prison was on fire, knowing that all the prisoners in the sky prison were dead, she had a bright smile on her face, and gently fiddled with a Persian cat in her arms, "It's finally dead! That bitch , I was born to restrain me, now that I am dead, I will have a bright future!"
"Your Majesty said so." The servants at the side replied respectfully.