The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 649 The Marshal's Ninth Wife (55)

   When Sang Jian woke up, he was woken up by the heat.

  She was tied with a rope and lying on a bed in a bedroom. The windows and doors in the room were already on fire, and she couldn't keep her eyes open because of the choking, and she couldn't help coughing a few times.

  The pain and the faint smell of blood on her forehead reminded her of what happened just now.

   She has always been the one who sneaks up on others, but this time she was actually attacked by the counterattack.

   Besides, Shao Yan's group of people is really difficult to deal with.

  Able to approach her quietly, and when the group of people saw Shao Yan approaching and performed so well, they seemed to have never seen him, chatting on their own.

   That's what made her let her guard down.

   I have to say, this group of people have really good acting skills.

   She wrote down this hatred.

  …

  Sang saw three times, five times and two times broke free from the rope, got up from the bed, stretched his muscles and bones, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and touched a hand of blood.

   Under the high temperature baking, the blood has scabbed.

  She should be on the second floor of the small foreign building. Sang Jian walked towards the floor-to-ceiling windows where the fire was burning. Through the flames, she could vaguely see a group of people squatting on the path by the door.

  Everyone had a bucket of water beside them, as if they were waiting for the fire to get bigger before they put it out.

  Shao Yan is no longer in this group of people.

  The fire spread from the first floor, and the second floor is fine now, but she can't leave the room for the time being unless she jumps out of the window.

   This method is not impossible, but after jumping out, you have to fight a fierce battle with the group of people outside.

  Sang Jian thought for a while, then sat back on the bed, quietly waiting for something.

  She suddenly remembered that Huo Nanting had always wanted to destroy her face.

   Isn't this a great opportunity?

   It's just...is it really necessary to do this?

  Sang Jian sat cross-legged on the bed, propping his chin with one hand, thinking seriously.

  Will she stay here and wait to be disfigured by the fire, and stay in this world with Huo Nanting for the rest of her life, or will she keep her beauty and be killed after a few years?

  Hmm... Seems like disfigurement is worse than death, right?

   It's uncomfortable, but I can stay with him forever like this.

   While Sang Jian was thinking, the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the thick smoke in the house was getting more and more choking.

  Sang Jian can already feel that he is a little out of breath now.

  She sighed silently, but stood up and prepared to leave.

  Stay any longer, I will suffocate to death in a while.

  Disfigurement is so ruined, but there is only one life!

  Sang Jian pulled the quilt from the bed and was about to wrap herself up when suddenly the sound of a car engine came from outside.

   This voice is very familiar to Sang Jian, she sits there almost every day.

   But listen carefully, it seems that other vehicles are following behind.

  She hesitated, leaned to the window and took a look. Through the gap of the jumping flames, Sang Jian saw that the group of people downstairs were a little panicked.

   Immediately afterwards, Huo Nanting's car stopped first.

  Two other cars followed behind, and two small troops got off the car, and immediately surrounded those people.

   Seeing that the situation was not good, those people stood up and ran away.

  It's a pity that they are incomparable with the trained soldiers, and they were quickly arrested.

  Huo Nanting got out of the car, glanced at the few people who were arrested, and said "tsk", as if he was a little disappointed.

  Sang Jian's eyes lit up the moment he saw him.

  The flames outside the window are a bit big, so I dare not open the window rashly.

  She picked up the vase on the bedside table and threw it at the glass.

  The burnt glass shattered at the touch, and the sound made a group of people downstairs stunned.

  As soon as the window was broken, Sang Jian immediately waved his hand to the bottom, "Mr. Huo, come and save me!"

  (end of this chapter)