"Go away!"

The temperature is getting higher and higher, and now there is no use for fanning, and there is no much cooler air around it.

Under the fire, the entire workshop was turbid and even filled with toxic gases.

The high temperature burned the two of them. Although Mo Qiu's operation made them feel the lightest, they were almost at the limit of endurance for ordinary people.

I don’t know how many wax figures were burned to death by this fire, and Mo Qiong didn’t make any number of wax figures. Anyway, there were basically not many moving wax figures in the area of ​​sight, all standing like a molten monster.

"Hurry, hurry... cough cough..."

Mo Qiong pulled his brown hair and hurriedly slipped away. The brown hair was choking and his eyes were watery, and he was still staring at the oil painting.

I encountered scattered wax figures on the road at the door, and they were knocked to death with a muzzle.

What's trouble now is not the wax figure, but the fire scene.

To prevent the wax figure from running away, he set fire at the gap. At this moment, the road was filled with fire and thick smoke was rolling. They had to rush over.

"Poor! I'm almost out of sight!" The brown hair and his eyes were red and bloodshot. I couldn't help blinking. I could see the terrifying back turning back one by one.

"Then don't worry! You go out first, I'll burn the Hua!" Mo Qiong heard this and pulled his brown hair and wanted him to leave first, and then he took the opportunity to exile Hua.

It is not difficult to rush through this fire scene. We are not reserved people. Once we close our eyes and make our hearts clear, we will definitely rush over and there will be nothing wrong.

They are not wax figures, and living people are not so easy to burn. At most, their hair and clothes are burned out, but they can be easily extinguished.

What's more, Mo Qiong can easily sweep away all the burning substances and make a way so that they will not be burned by open flames and at most they will be burned.

But... it is impossible for brown hair to rush over with eyes open.

After Mo Qiong finished speaking, he saw the brown hair staring at his eyes and pushing Mo Qiong to run wildly behind him: "No! No! I can do it, I can hold on!"

He was obviously scared, and he didn't take the painting anymore? He left first. This was equivalent to letting 382 out. He had been told by the Blue and White Society to be very ruthless. He would never allow Mo Qiong to do anything at this moment.

However, even if he had a firm attitude, Mo Qiong could not let him do whatever he wanted.

Just kidding, staring at the eyes and rushing through the hot fire? Do you think you are a Saiyan?

"You go out first, leave the painting to me!" Mo Qiong took off the painting and said.

The brown hair said anxiously: "No, this painting cannot be destroyed. Believe me, I can. This painting is also an indestructible shield. Believe me!"

"Oh?" Mo Qiong thought that the painting would be destroyed and the body of the containment inside would come out.

It seems not now. This cannot be destroyed at all. It is a containment itself, and the back inside is only a part of it.

The properties of the containment are multifaceted. If this painting cannot be destroyed, it means that someone must be controlled and monitored at all times. However, it can be regarded as an indestructible shield because it cannot be destroyed.

I saw the brown hair sticking her face directly on the painting, staring at her back with her eyes, and rushing out with a thorn in her scalp.

Mo Qiong didn't talk nonsense, protected him and ran out, and blew the scorching smoke with his mouth, which was to help him and himself.

The painting passed through this fire scene and did not become hot at all, and it always remained at a cold level.

The brown-haired eyes were pressed on, ensuring that there was no impact of hot smoke on the front. In addition, he was blowing himself, so he actually insisted on running out.

"It's out!"

Mo Qiong ran out with his brown hair and immediately stared at Hua and let him rest.

The brown hair rubbed his eyes and said excitedly: "We are out! We are out! Hahaha!"

Mo Qiong smiled and asked him to rest for a while before handing it over to him.

“This self-control…”

Maybe brown hair has no ability, but with the training of D-level personnel's career, the will to survive is useless, otherwise they would not have lived today.

The brown hair closed his eyes and rested for more than ten seconds before he recovered. It is conceivable how painful he was just now. Being able to overcome this instinct is a different skill than ordinary people.

The matter of watching the painting is left to the brown hair, after all, Mo Qiong is obviously stronger in combat.

"Well... these wax figures were also burned to death. Did Xiao Feng and the others do it..." Mo Qiong walked in the corridor and could see many burned wax figures extending all the way to the distance.

After walking for a while, Mo Qiong didn't see Xiao Feng, so he directly grabbed the back of Xiao Feng's head.

"You stare first, I'll notify Xiao Feng."

Although Xiao Feng did not have a contactor, his eyes were here, and Mo Qiong held it and rushed towards him, which was equivalent to looking at Xiao Feng.

"Xiao Feng, are you leaving first? Are you still on the tenth floor? If you don't, blink." Mo Qiong said to his eyes, his mouth was deliberately obvious.

Soon the eyes blinked continuously, indicating that they were not on the minus tenth floor.

Mo Qiong said again: "Okay, stand there and don't walk around, wait for me to find you!"

"If you understand, blink three times."

The eyes immediately blinked three more times, and the two completed the communication.

He handed the back of his head to the brown hair and let him and his eyes continue to cooperate with the painting. Mo Qiong rubbed the burned hair on his head and positioned Xiao Feng's position.

...

At this moment, Xiao Feng had already stopped moving. Before Mo Qiong took the initiative to contact him, he had already learned the big news over the back of his head.

High fire! Thick smoke! High temperature!

Xiao Feng and Jin Fa rushed to the stairwell and walked through the stairs to the minus nine floor. Along the way, Xiao Feng did not forget to pay attention to the matters in the laboratory.

Because his eyes were held in the brown-haired hand, he was always placed in front of the painting, staring at the back.

Although he couldn't see anything else through Yu Guang, his eyes could keep staring at the painting, which meant that the two of them were fine, which was equivalent to constantly reporting safety.

When his eyes fell to the ground, rolled aside, stepped on by wax figures, or stared at the ceiling silently in the corner, it means that Mo Qiong and the others are all finished.

He thought Mo Qiong could not kill him, but through some details, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a fire there.

He suddenly realized that Mo Qiong did not give up breaking through. He found the fuel in the motor room and was doing big things.

"No, he is planning to burn the wax figures to death? There are so many wax figures, how can he get it alone?" Xiao Feng was shocked and hurriedly stopped the blonde hair. The two of them hid in the stairwell, one checked from the air, and the other listened to the oral broadcast.

Unfortunately, the brown hair was too responsible. Except for when she was running violently before, Xiao Feng could see them climbing onto the table and Mo Qiong kicking the oil barrel, he could not see anything afterwards. He could only guess through a little smoke and fire.

The spectacular scene of the fire burning was no longer visible, he could only stare at the back...

"Mo Qiong didn't choose to stay in the laboratory, he was working hard..."

"Can you succeed?"

Xiao Feng, who was unreal, was waiting anxiously. He was looking forward to Mo Qiong's victory, but this was too difficult.

So what if they set fire? They also used oil, but they knew the difficulty of it, so it was too difficult to burn.

Unless a huge fire could be created that would fill the entire scene, even if some wax figures were lit, they could still complete the encirclement.

If you add oil in one place, there will always be many places that cannot be burned, and the wax figure will not be foolishly standing in the fire wall to burn it for him.

"But if he pours the oil everywhere, wouldn't he be afraid of burning himself?" said the blonde.

Xiao Feng said: "He has done this. Oh my god, I feel that what my eyes see is getting blurry. The temperature over him is very high!"

"Are you crazy? Are you going to die together?"

Both of them were confused. A small fire was useless. A large fire was useful, but weren’t you afraid of death? They were surrounded and burned the entire workshop. Wouldn’t they also burned the fire?

"What is he doing!" Xiao Feng knew that Mo Qiong wanted to break through so much that he used this method to put himself in the sea of ​​fire.

Ruo Moqiong used his gun honestly and could not touch him with his marksmanship. It was just a matter of persistence for a long time.

But now that you have set up such a big fire, what is the difference between dying together?

"Wait...wait a moment! Damn!"

"The flames are burning into my eyes! This is..."

"What? It's coming out?"

In the thick smoke and heat waves, although Xiao Feng did not feel pain, he could feel the harsh environment.

Then the two of them crossed the fire, and the burning was so much that he couldn't help but blink. Of course, it was not so painful, but scared.

But then, he was shocked because the oil painting was handed over to Mo Qiong, and he could see the two of them in the corridor.

They rushed out of the fire.

"It's really coming out!" Xiao Feng jumped out in surprise. Although he didn't know how to do it, he thought he would have been thrilling.

"Why are you just holding on to the heat wave inside and waiting for the wax figures to melt and then kill them out? It's too cruel? Is this the wax figure being slaughtered to death?"

"Nice! Let's wait for them, they are coming!"

The two were extremely surprised. Mo Qiong set off a big fire to break through the encirclement, and actually came out with his brown hair.

The wax figure must have suffered heavy losses, otherwise the two of them would not have been able to escape.

This means that the two of them rely on a fire that burns both the enemy and their own, and then slaughter the wax figure that is easier to melt.

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Chapter completed!