"Grandmother!"
Feng Wuya immediately rushed over, shed his outer robe, and vigorously beat the flames on Long Xinghe's body.
But the fire on him simply couldn't be extinguished.
Suddenly, he scooped her up and dashed outside.
"Let... let go, it's dangerous..." Long Xinghe, almost unconscious from being burnt, could only think that she was a fireball, and Wuya hugging her was like embracing a fireball.
It would definitely scorch his immaculate white skin...
After that, she truly lost consciousness.
Everyone could only watch as the charred figure of the Prince emerged, holding a ball of fire.
Tie Xin anxiously said, "Prince, there's a stream up ahead!"
Feng Wuya leapt forward and charged towards the stream.
With a splash, water flew in every direction.
The searing heat instantly turned ice-cold.
The groggy Long Xinghe was suddenly jolted awake.
Looking up at the blackened face of the man, she opened her mouth but couldn't utter a single word.