"Slap, slap, slap!"
Ling Feng gently slapped Lan Yuhuang's cheek a few times, trying to wake her up, but unexpectedly, he knocked off the veil on her face.
As expected, Lan Yuhuang's appearance could indeed be considered top-notch, but unfortunately, her face was as pale as a sheet of paper, ruining her beauty.
"Hmm..."
With a soft moan, Lan Yuhuang slowly awoke, her eyes slightly opened, and upon seeing Ling Feng's familiar face, she weakly said, "You dead fatty, are you dead too?"
"You're the one who's dead. I'm not that easy to kill."
Ling Feng shook his head with a smile, it seemed this woman thought they both had been sent to the Netherworld.
"So, I'm not dead yet."
Lan Yuhuang leaned against the cabin, feeling completely exhausted, a green nail still pierced through her chest. Although the bleeding had stopped, every breath felt like a tearing pain.
