"If you die, what are we?" Yu Rongling sneered.
Hearing Yu Rongling's voice, Beichen's expression seemed to return from Hell to the human world.
Soon, he sprang up and sat up, exclaiming, "Xiao Li!!"
Finally, his gaze fell on the figure of the girl whose half body was still trapped in the Spider Silk.
Stumbling to get up, he ran to Xiao Li's side.
Only Xiao Li's lower waist was exposed; her head and body were still in the Spider Silk.
The corners of Beichen's eyes were frighteningly bloodshot, and faced with Xiao Li like this, he was almost helpless.
He couldn't even hold her, and could only watch the girl buried in the Spider Silk.
I saw that if Beichen continued like this, he might break down at any moment, so I went over and pinched Xiao Li's pulse. "There's still a faint pulse, don't be too nervous. Maybe she'll wake up in a bit, just like you did."
However, the truth was brutally harsh.
