--It's that bastard's voice.
Perhaps it was because the smile in that hateful voice was too soft, Yang Yiyi felt her sadness dissipate like a tide, and her eyes regained clarity.
Turning her head, the boundless darkness was gone, surrounded by walls of flesh. She was still in the dragon's stomach, and beside her was Bai Mo with a cold expression. He was no different from before, except that his palm was pierced by black dogtail grass.
Blood flowed all over the floor, but there was no trace of pain on his face, only a reassuring calm.
Yang Yiyi breathed a sigh of relief, but saw the other party suddenly glanced at her.
"I heard you, did you just scold me?"
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