Chapter 6519

Luo Qingrou was ruthless this time. She knew that she couldn't die with one move, so she added another one! She was determined to kill herself!

Ping'an was a little anxious when she saw the fire coming over. After all, she didn't expect Luo Qingrou to be so bold and openly want to burn herself to death.

She shouted a few times, but no one responded. There were only the screams of ghosts and wolves in the cell in front, which sounded particularly creepy.

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Meng Huo didn't go back to the mansion. He was worried that Ping'an would be alone in the prison, and he was afraid that she would drive him away. He was also afraid that his father would be dissatisfied with him for paying too much attention to Ping'an and would not let her go, so he stayed not far from the prison.

So when he knew that the prison was on fire, he rushed there as soon as possible. However, when he arrived, the fire was out of control and burned like a prairie fire.

Not only the prisoners, but also the jailers were burned to death.

Meng Huo looked at the situation and wanted to rush in like crazy. How could the jailers let him die? This was the eighth prince. If something happened, all the people in the prison would be buried with him.

So the jailers also tried to stop him like crazy.

Meng Huo really kicked the jailers away like crazy, and then rushed into the sea of ​​fire. His eyes were redder than the fire, and he disappeared in the sea of ​​fire in a blink of an eye.

The jailers were all dumbfounded, and then someone shouted, "Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and put out the fire and save people!"

The jailers all ran around, trying to find water. A black figure swept through the crowd like the wind and also rushed into the sea of ​​fire.

Meng Huo felt that he was going to be roasted, but he didn't care so much. He rushed to the direction of Ping An's cell. However, there was already a sea of ​​fire in front of him, and he couldn't even tell the direction.

His hair and clothes were already burned. Just when he was ready to die with Ping An, someone grabbed his arm. Looking back, Meng Huo saw Meng Yi.

"Uncle, An'er is still in there. I'm going to save her!" Meng Huo's face was already dark, and his eyes were red as if they were about to bleed.

Meng Yi took a look at the situation and said, "It's impossible to save her. Follow me!"

"No, I want to save her, I must save her!" Meng Huo turned around and was about to run. Meng Huo knocked him out with his hand, and quickly left with his arm clamped.

As soon as he left, the place collapsed and turned into a sea of ​​fire.

When they got outside, the jailers quickly poured water on the two princes to put out the fire.

The two were soaked like drowned chickens. Meng Huo lay on the ground. Although he was unconscious, tears kept pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

Meng Yi looked at the sea of ​​fire, his face was unprecedentedly ugly, his chest rose and fell violently, and he suddenly turned and flew towards the direction of the palace.

"Take good care of the eighth prince!"

He left this sentence and disappeared into the night.

How dare the jailer disobey? He quickly carried the eighth prince away. He dared not let him stay here any longer. If he woke up and wanted to rush in again, who could stop him?

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Inside the palace.

Luo Qingrou had received the news of the fire in the prison and knew that all the prisoners in the prison were dead. She had a bright smile on her face and gently fiddled with a Persian cat in her arms. "Finally dead! That bitch was born to bring bad luck to me. Now that she's dead, I will have a bright future!"

"Your Majesty is right." The palace servant who was serving beside her replied respectfully.