Zhou Wang forced himself to walk quickly forward, squatted down to check, and indeed, Nie Xiaoyun was still breathing. It seemed that she had fallen into a coma because the fallen cabinet had hit her.
He didn't know whether it was because he was exceptionally weak at the moment, or because Nie Xiaoyun seemed slim but was actually very heavy. It took a great deal of effort before Zhou Wang, panting heavily, finally managed to lift Nie Xiaoyun up around the waist.
Boom!
The flames by the door leapt up another level, seemingly intent on adding to his difficulty. The bedspread on his body had already begun to dry out and even started to smoke.
Zhou Wang held Nie Xiaoyun tightly in his arms, wrapped the quilt around her once more, then gritted his teeth and staggered out towards the door.
"Ah!"
This time, Zhou Wang truly felt the burning, the piercing pain cut to the bone, making him wince and almost let out a scream.
