"Ugh..."
Yu Shiran let out a painful groan and then slowly opened her eyes.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the face of a young man: "Human... brother!"
With that, she opened her mouth and attempted to pounce and bite him.
But as she got close to Ling Mo, it was as if she had hit an invisible wall, biting nothing but air, and her already painful head felt like it had been punched, buzzing, causing her gaze to scatter.
"You..."
Yu Shiran fell back onto the carpet, and Ling Mo squatted beside her, playing with a short knife in his hand.
"Little sister, let's not beat around the bush. Let's get to the point," Ling Mo said with a smile.
Ye Lian and two others stood nearby; Yu Shiran was in a severely injured state and had no chance of escaping.
Moreover, it was already noon the next day before she finally regained consciousness. It seemed the heavy bleeding, along with consecutive heavy blows to the back of her head, had greatly affected her.
