In the southern court of the Ghost King’s mansion, a fire was raging and smoke was rolling.

“Who?”

“Come on people nah, go water …”

Under the firelight, Ying Er vaguely saw a black back.

“The princess is still in there?”

“Cough … quick, put out the fire …”

Jiang Yi shouted anxiously while trying to rush into the fire to save Liangsheng.

“The Crown Princess …”

Bing Lan was also in a hurry and tried to rush in several times, but she was blocked by the fire.

“Someone save the princess.”

Ying’er was so anxious that she shed tears, and Binglan also had tears in her eyes.

What should we do? With such a big fire, they can’t get in at all, and since the princess is so afraid of fire, I’m afraid she can’t save herself at all.

Just as the crowd was getting anxious, a figure rushed into the fire.

“The King …”

Seeing Yan Mor Calamity rushing into the sea of fire, Jiang Yi was surprised and delighted.

“It’s the king, great, the princess is saved.”

Thinking of the last time, the image of Yan Mor Calamity holding Liang Sheng and flying out of the fire, Ying’er finally settled down.

The king, he, will be able to save the princess.

Bing Lan was also relieved, with His Majesty here, the crown princess should be fine.

Painted Mian, who was hiding in the corner to observe the situation, was startled to see Yan Mor Calamity rushing into the fire and hurriedly ran back to the North Garden.

“Princess …”

Hearing Painted Mian’s shout, Feng Si Luan’s heart rejoiced and immediately rushed out from the house.

“Well, that demon girl got burned right?”

Painted Mian shook her head sharply, “It’s the king who has returned …”

“What?”

Hearing Yan Mor Calamity return, Feng Siluan was startled and said urgently, “Where is he now?”

“The King rushed straight into the South Court.”

Painted Mian tightly twisted Luo Pa, her heart is very uneasy, this time they are fine, if really even the ghost king is out of order, then they are afraid that they can not even return to the Rising Sun.

Feng Si Luan sniffed, and her slightly swollen piggy face instantly turned pale.

Such a big fire, and he just rushes in like that. Isn’t he so afraid of death?

“Come on, let’s go over there.”

Feng Si Luan said, also did not wait for painting Mianqin Spinning response, hurried to the South Court.

“Princess …”

Looking at Feng Si Luan’s back, Painted Mian was completely dumbfounded.

Her princess was usually quite a shrewd and powerful person, how come she was as stupid as a fool when it came to the matter of the Ghost King.

If we go now, we’ll attract suspicion, won’t we?

The two of them exchanged glances and both chased after them with a helpless look on their faces.

“Well, did the man come out yet?”

Feng Si Luan hurriedly rushed to the South Garden, looking at the blazing fire, her heart was anxious to the point of no return.

Seeing Feng Si Luan, Jiang Yi couldn’t be bothered to salute and only shook his head anxiously, “Not yet.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Don’t be quick to put out the fire. You two also quickly help put out the fire.”

Feng Si Luan asked Jiang Yi to put out the fire while calling on Painted Mian Qin Spinning and the two of them.

“Yes.”

Painting Mianqin spinning although dissatisfied, but do not dare to resist the decree, according to the instructions to pick up a bucket of water to fight the fire.

What’s this called? Lighting a fire one minute, putting it out the next, isn’t this nothing to worry about?

“Shingles …”

Yan Mor Calamity swept away the fire curtains, rushed directly to the bed, but was shocked, where there is still Liang Sheng’s figure on the bed, only a bed with the remaining warmth of the thin quilt.

“Shingles …”

Yan Mor Calamity hurriedly turned around to look for him, but he was hugged.

Feeling the soft body behind him, Yan Mor Calamity’s stiff body, finally loosened up, violently turned around, and tightly embraced her into his arms.

“Shingles …”

Dropping his head, he eagerly kissed those delicate red lips, as if this was the only way to soothe the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart.

Liangsheng closed his eyes, smelling the scent that belonged uniquely to him, feeling the familiar overbearing tenderness, and his heart became settled in this moment.

After a kiss, Liangsheng has already lost a trace of strength, and can only lie softly on Yan Mor Calamity’s chest, panting lightly.

“Good thing you’re okay.”

Yan Mor Calamity lovingly rubbed the top of her hair with a startled expression.

“I’m fine, I’m not afraid of fire anymore.” Ryou Sheng laughed softly and pouted.

“Really?” Yan Mor Calamity lowered his eyes and looked at the small person in his arms who was forcing herself to be calm, with a teasing face.

Liangsheng’s eyes flickered lightly as he strained his neck and said, “Naturally, it’s true.”

Yan Mor Calamity hooked his lips and laughed lightly, and without revealing her, he directly picked her up in a horizontal hug.

“If I had known that you weren’t afraid of fire anymore, I wouldn’t have come in, I thought that it would be hard for you to defeat this small fire.”

Yan Mor Calamity said in a disapproving manner while pulling over the cloak on the screen and carefully wrapping her up.

“Don’t you dare.”

Ryou Sheng instantly widened his eyes and raised his pink fist to hammer down on his chest.

“Who was it that just said they weren’t afraid of fire?”

Yan Mor Calamity glanced evilly at Liang Sheng with a teasing face.

Liangsheng’s eyes flickered, and she pouted in dissatisfaction, “It’s just that I’m not afraid, so you have to come and save me.”

What woman, wouldn’t want to be heroically rescued by her beloved.

She was still a little afraid of fire, but it was much better than before, and she was sure that sooner or later she would be able to overcome the deepest fears of her heart.

Yan Mor Calamity suddenly stopped, a flash of guilt crossing the bottom of his eyes.

“Not in the future.”

The voice was soft, but unusually firm.

He wouldn’t give anyone another chance to hurt her, and he wouldn’t let her get hurt in any way again.

The corners of Liangsheng’s lips slightly hooked, tightly hugging Yan Mor Calamity and snuggling into his chest.

“It’s out, it’s out …”

“Great, both the king and the princess are fine …”

Seeing Yan Mor Calamity holding Liang Sheng out, Jiang Yi Bing Lan and the others were relieved.

Feng Si Luan was also relieved to see Yan Mor Calamity safe and sound, but when she saw Liang Sheng in Yan Mor Calamity’s arms, she was jealous to the point of madness.

Jiang Yi stepped forward and brushed away the sparks from the corner of Yan Mor Calamity’s coat, “Your Highness, is the princess alright, should we call the eunuch.”

Yan Mor Calamity glanced at Liangsheng in his arms, who seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and his brows knitted lightly.

“No, put out the fire as soon as possible.”

“Yes.”

After Yan Mor Calamity finished speaking, he no longer stayed and directly carried Liangsheng towards the East Garden.

Seeing that Yan Mor Calamity did not even look at her from beginning to end, Feng Si Luan, anxious and angry, directly rushed forward and blocked Yan Mor Calamity’s way.

Seeing Feng Si Luan, Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes crossed a thick disgust.

Feng Si Luan, on the other hand, didn’t notice a thing and only glared at Liang Sheng jealously, itching to yank her out of Yan Mor Calamity’s arms.

As if he had been stared at by Feng Siluan’s malicious eyes for a long time, Liang Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

When he saw Feng Siluan’s twisted pig-headed face, Liang Sheng blinked with some amusement.

This woman has courage, she dares to come out to see Yan even with this pig face.

Looking at the mocking smile on the corner of Liang Sheng’s lips, Feng Si Luan was ashamed and annoyed, and suddenly reached out and grabbed towards Liang Sheng’s face.

Damn woman, how dare you mock her, let’s see if she doesn’t ruin her seductive face.

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes turned cold and immediately took a step back to avoid Feng Si Luan’s claws.

Seeing Yan Mor Calamity protecting Liang Sheng, Feng Si Luan was even more furious.

Liang Sheng’s violet eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a coldness in the bottom of his eyes.

Just now she could see very clearly that this woman wanted to destroy her face. If the tiger didn’t show its strength, she really thought she was a sick cat.

“Yan, I’m afraid.”

Liang Sheng shrinks into Yan Mor Calamity’s arms, pouting in aggravation, but the pair of violet eyes are provocatively looking at Feng Si Luan, and his small hands are tightly wrapped around Yan Mor Calamity’s neck like a declaration of sovereignty.

Hmph, trying to ruin her face, let’s see if she doesn’t get mad at her.

Yan Mor Calamity lowered his eyes and glanced at Liangsheng’s aggrieved little face, his eyes were filled with laughter.

This girl, naughty again.

Knowing that Liangsheng was pretending, Yan Mor Calamity couldn’t help but hug her a little tighter.

Feng Si Luan was so furious that she could not wait to go forward and tear Liang Sheng to pieces.

After exchanging two glares with Liang Sheng, Feng Si Luan turned back to Yan Mor Calamity.

“Yan Mor Calamity, let me tell you, it’s your good fortune that I, Feng Si Luan, have taken a liking to you, you’d better take care of this demonic girl as soon as possible, or else don’t blame me for doing it myself.”

Ryou Sheng sniffed and bristled in disdain.

This woman really dares to say that a shameless woman like her is not even worthy of licking her family’s A Yan’s shoes.

Jiang Yi, who was on the side, heard Feng Siluan’s arrogant and domineering words and immediately mourned for this Princess of the Rising Sun for three seconds in his heart.

This Princess of the Rising Sun, is completely looking for death.

Painted Mian and Qin Spun also couldn’t help but mourn the stupidity of their own princess.

Sure enough, Yan Mor Calamity violently swung out a Xuan Qi, and Feng Si Luan instantly flew out.

With a “boom”, Feng Siluan fell heavily to the ground, instantly losing half of her life.

“Princess …”

Painted Mian and Qin Fan immediately ran to Feng Siluan’s side.

“Men, protect the princess.”

Seeing the critical situation, Painted Mian immediately called out the secret guards to protect Feng Si Luan.

A group of black-clothed dark guards immediately appeared and blocked in front of Feng Siluan.

Seeing the group of black-clothed dark guards, Ying’er’s brows furrowed, suddenly thinking of something, she immediately called out, “It’s them, they set the fire.”

The crowd was shocked at the words, today’s fire was actually the work of this Princess of the Rising Sun.

Painted Mian and Qin Spun were also in a cold sweat, no one expected that when the secret guards set the fire, they were actually seen by Ying’er.

Ice-cold eyes, like looking at a dead person, woodenly swept over those dark guards and Feng Si Luan’s master and servant.

A murderous aura was instantly released, and all of those secret guards that had just appeared died of gas in an instant.

Painted Mian and Qin Fan’s faces turned white, immediately dragging Feng Si Luan, they wanted to run, but Yan Mor Calamity would not give them a chance, with a wave of his sleeve, two channels of Xuan Qi, one on the left and one on the right flew towards Painted Mian and Qin Fan.

“With a loud bang, the two men fell to the ground in an instant, dead in their sleep.

Seeing everyone dead, Feng Siluan finally got scared.

“Don … t kill me, I am the Princess of the Rising Sun … If you move me today, my father will not let go of Ling Yue.”

Feng Si Luan hissed in a trembling voice.

Rising Sun …

“Then let him come, this king would like to see how he doesn’t let go of Ling Yue?”

Yan Mor Calamity snorted disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.

“Did you … you just have to kill me, what did I do wrong, I just …”

Abruptly, Feng Siluan’s neck tightened, a purple Xuanqi tightly locked her neck, so that she instantly could not breathe, and the word “love you” could not be exported.

“Back when you ordered the arson, you should have thought of what would happen today.”

Yan Mor Calamity’s eyes were cold and icy, he pressed Liang Sheng into his arms and waved his hand violently, Feng Siluan was instantly headless.

Whoever touches his scales, dies!

“Ah …”

The timid Ying’er immediately screamed in fear when she saw the tumbling head, and Bing Lan was also pale and trembling.

“Throw the woman’s corpse to Father.”

Yan Mor Calamity finished his explanation and directly hugged Liang Sheng and left.

Jiang Yi wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and began to mourn for himself, not knowing if he would have the life to come back later.