The door was kicked open, and sure enough, he saw his younger brother, Li Xiaofan. His mouth was blocked, unable to speak, his face had a few red palm prints, but his expression was very defiant, glaring angrily at Li Xian.
"Brother, it's me."
Li Xian said, removing the white cloth from Li Xiaofan's mouth.
"Brother!"
Li Xiaofan's eyes lit up, finally recognizing Li Xian, and said joyfully, "Brother, you've come to rescue me?"
Immediately, his expression tightened, "It's very dangerous here, they dare not kill me, brother, you should escape quickly."
"What are you talking about?" Li Xian smiled, "I'm taking you away."
Untying the ropes, Li Xiaofan was just over ten years old, with a thin and weak body, so he couldn't run fast. But he wasn't heavy, carrying him wasn't much of a burden.
They exited the woodshed.
Seeing the southeast corner ablaze, black smoke rolling, they knew the fire was still spreading. Li Xian dared not delay and quickly fled.
...
On the other side.
