Solitude.
Chill.
In the midst of confusion and daze, the completely shattered body finally gained a sliver of consciousness....
Forcing himself to endure the intense pain in his body, Lin Mo slowly opened his heavy eyelids and struggled to sit up.
"Where... Where am I?"
Lin Mo carefully recalled what had happened before.
His last clear memory was of that Demon head holding him and throwing him into a terrifying cluster of vine puppets!
And then....
Under the violation of those withered, twisted vines resembling corpses.
He quickly lost consciousness.
And then.....
"Right! Qianqian!"
"I remember I clearly woke up once! Then Qianqian rushed over, and I fainted again!"
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, quickly looking around.
Finally, he saw in the center of the distant hall, among the layers of draped curtains, the beautiful silhouette of a girl wearing a luxurious palace outfit and a vermillion hairpin!
