Su Yu, Su Yu——
Su Yu is still waiting for her, he won't die, definitely not!
Blood Flame Poison, Soul Stabilizing Needle, Shengxue Pearl, none of these things took his life, how could he possibly die! He definitely won't, right, he won't, he won't!!
Han Jing desperately chanted Su Yu's name, desperately told herself that he was still alive, then suddenly looked up and shouted into the sky: "Ah——"
With this almost eardrum-piercing sound, Han Jing's gaze finally cleared, she blinked and saw Su Yu, Lianwu, and Xiao Xue right next to her.
Han Jing's tears were about to fall, but before she could say anything, Su Yu grabbed her wrist, and immediately she felt a tightness on her wrist. Instinctively, she looked down to see a red rope tying her wrist tightly to Su Yu's.
"What is this?" Han Jing asked.
But before she heard Su Yu's reply, the ground suddenly softened beneath her feet, and her whole body fell downwards, surrounded by a cold, soft sensation, just like——
