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Chapter 253 : Chapter 263 Ye Chumo, are you crazy?

However, before he could even run a few steps, his arm was already firmly grabbed by the person behind him.

He looked back and met a pretty face that was burning with anger.

Mu Yinshuang's face turned red with anger, and she punched Ye Chumo hard in anger. "Ye Chumo, what's wrong with you? Do you really want to be burned alive? What is in the palace?

Important things, Ye Chumo..."

However, before Mu Yinshuang finished speaking, Ye Chumo had already opened her hands that were tightly holding his arms, put her hands away with a cold expression, and ran towards the palace again. He didn't even think about it at this moment.

I think too much and just want to get that thing back.

That was the only thing she left him.[

Mu Yin Shuang's angry tears fell down, she closed her eyes and shouted to the servants behind her. "Hurry up and put out the fire and send someone to protect the prince. If something happens to him, you will not be able to live anymore."

"

After saying this, he stood up angrily, grabbed the barrel from the servant behind him, and ran towards the palace suddenly.

The scene became increasingly chaotic and out of control at this moment.

Finally, the raging fire was extinguished. The entire Prince Mo Mansion was shrouded in thick smoke. Mu Yinshuang knelt on the ground, and the tears in his eyes fell to the ground one by one.

Her body trembled, and she first called out "Chu Mo" in a low voice, and then her screams became louder and louder. In the end, she covered her heart and shouted "Chu Mo," heartbreakingly again and again.

Chu Mo..." Even Mu Yinshuang, who had always been calm, was reduced to tears at this moment.

"Miss Mu, look, the prince is our prince." Just when she was desperate, a voice of surprise suddenly sounded in her ears.

After hearing this, Mu Yinshuang suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction pointed by the servant. Sure enough, in the palace shrouded in thick fog, a figure slowly walked out.

His original brocade robe had lost its former color, leaving only pitch black. The robe was full of burnt holes, and the skin exposed was dripping with burnt blood. His handsome face was smoked by fireworks.
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