第一百八十三章 疯子（2 / 2）

服用寒食散的热意与激荡早已从身上尽数消失，随之而来的是深深的恐惧。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6Zq+6YGT5LuW5LuK5pel5Lya6KKr54On5q275Zyo6L+Z6YeM77yfPC9wPg=='));</script>

难道他今日会被烧死在这里？<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LiN6KGM77yM5LuW5LiN5oOz5q2777yBPC9wPg=='));</script>

不行，他不想死！<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5oia546J5Y+w5omt5aS055yL5ZCR6Zeo5Y+j77yM57Sn6Zet55qE5aSn6Zeo5YmN5LiA5qC55qiq5qKB56C45LiL77yM5oGw5aW954eD6LW35LiA5aC154Gr5aKZ77yM55+t55+t5Yeg5q2l77yM54q55aaC5aSp5aCR77yM5bCG5LuW5LiO5Ye66Lev6ZqU5byA44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

戚玉台扭头看向门口，紧闭的大门前一根横梁砸下，恰好燃起一堵火墙，短短几步，犹如天堑，将他与出路隔开。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+5LuW5LuT55qH5Zue5aS077yM6K+V5Zu+5LuO6L+Z54ut5bCP5oi/6Ze06YeM5YaN5om+5Ye65LiA5p2h55Sf6Lev77yM54S26ICM55uu5YWJ5omA5Y+K5aSE77yM5Y+q5pyJ5pu05rex55qE57ud5pyb44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

他仓皇回头，试图从这狭小房间里再找出一条生路，然而目光所及处，只有更深的绝望。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+55G255C044CB56KO6YWS5Z2b44CB57uH5q+v4oCm4oCm6L+Z5Lqb5Lic6KW/5rK+5LiK54Gr5pif77yM5L6/5oiQ5LqG54Gr55qE5YW75paZ77yM5bCx6L+e5aKZ5LiK6YKj5Ymv5oyC55S75Lmf5pyq5pu+5bm45YWN44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

瑶琴、碎酒坛、织毯……这些东西沾上火星，便成了火的养料，就连墙上那副挂画也未曾幸免。<script>document.writeln(qsbs.bb('PHA+6YKj5bmF5Y+W5Luj5LqG5LuW5Zac5qyi55qE576O5Lq65Z6C5rOq5Zu+44CB55yL6LW35p2l5LiN5oCO5LmI5Luk5Lq66IiS6YCC55qE5oOK6Juw5pil6Zu355S76KKr54Gr54eO5LqG5LiA5Y2K77yM57ui6aG15Y235puy77yM5Y205Ly85qKo5Zut5bmV5biD77yM5b6Q5b6Q5Y2H6LW377yM6Zyy5Ye65LiL5aS05Y+m5LiA55Wq5pmv6LGh5p2l44CCPC9wPg=='));</script>

那幅取代了他喜欢的美人垂泪图、看起来不怎么令人舒适的惊蛰春雷画被火燎了一半，绢页卷曲，却似梨园幕布，徐徐升起，露出下头另一番景象来。<div id="z78fgsn46h">