幸存未死的秋家下人们争先恐后逃出宅中。一片哭嚎声中，只有他这一道苍白的

Surviving dead people scrambling to escape the house at home in the autumn. An immobile sound, he is the only road that pale figure standing in front of Dingding, who obviously secretly red and yellow flames, staggered Flurry. <br>Autumn House fire rises higher, Liang Yu Qingta, Shen nine Xunde face full of soot, appears to be washed out of a light-colored marks. <br>He throws hard sword, into a sea of flames, followed turned up. <br>"Ranging up."

People who survived the undead's home rushed to escape from their homes. In a cry, only he this pale figure top sits in front of the gate, the red-yellow fire bright and dark, staggered dance. <br>The fire in Qiufu became more and more prosperous, Liang Yu collapsed, Shen Jiu was smoked full of soot face, seems to have been washed out of a light-colored traces. <br>He threw his sword out hard, threw himself into a sea of fire, and turned around. <br>"It's not all that." "

The surviving Qiu family rushed out of the house. Among the cries, only his pale figure stood at the top of the gate, his red and yellow fire was bright and dark, crisscrossing and dancing.<br>The fire in Qiufu became more and more intense, Liang Yu collapsed, and Shen Jiu's face was fumigated with soot, which seemed to be washed out with a light trace.<br>He threw out his sword, threw it into a sea of fire, and then turned around.<br>"No more."