After returning to the cave.

Yan Li was thinking that it wouldn't be good to let Wen Shanbai sleep on the ground since he was injured, and they were discussing whether to switch places.

And it was at this time.

Wen Shanbai, who had been standing to the side, suddenly sat down at the stone table, propping his head up with one hand and rubbing his temples.

Before long, his face began to flush, and even his earlobes turned bright red.

Soon, realizing something was wrong, Yan Li stepped forward. The moment she placed the back of her hand on her forehead, her hand trembled involuntarily.

"Why is it so hot?" Yan Li murmured.

At this moment, Wen Shanbai looked up, reached out his right hand and grabbed Yan Li's hand. Then, like a cat that had eaten catnip, he rubbed it against his cheek.

Unlike before, Wen Shanbai's hands were hot this time, even abnormally hot.

Yan Li: ? What's going on?

She was completely stunned.

"Xiao Bai?" Yan Li tried to pull her hand back, but Wen Shanbai had regained his strength and held onto her hand tightly.

He even seemed to lean against her.

This doesn't seem like someone with a high fever.

Yan Li stretched out another hand, channeled a little spiritual energy, and touched his forehead, trying to alleviate his current discomfort.

But for some reason, when the spiritual energy merged into Wen Shanbai's body, it did not cause the slightest ripple. It was as if a drop of water had been added to ink, and the ink was completely absorbed.

Wen Shanbai slowly raised his head, looking at Yan Li in front of him, with only one thought in his mind: to hold her in his arms and melt her into his bones.

His fingers began to tremble, a warm, wet sensation enveloping their hands. Though the skin was slippery, their fingers were intertwined, making it impossible to break free and even reducing her strength.

Wen Shanbai's eyes were tinged with a bloodshot red, and the veins on his other hand, which was pressing on the table, were bulging.

Fine beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

"Wen Shanbai?"

"Wen Ci?"

"How are you?"

When Yan Li's voice rang in his ears again, Wen Shanbai regained his senses. Almost subconsciously, he stood up, grabbed her hand, and began to pull.

"Hurry, Ali," Wen Shanbai said haltingly, his words even somewhat indistinct, "Hurry...hurry up..."

Yan Li looked at the hand being held so tightly: Hmm? Even if you want her to leave, you should let go of her hand first.

At that same glance, Wen Shanbai seemed to realize what was happening, abruptly releasing his grip and taking several steps back, his voice inexplicably hoarse:

“Ah Li, Ah Li,…”

Her voices were tender and affectionate, but Yan Li didn't dare to respond at all.

Now that things have come to this, she finally realized what Wen Ze's current state was like.

This is clearly traditional Chinese medicine.

But where would such a medicine come from in this abyss?

Could it be that evil dragon?

Will I die?

He seemed to have said he couldn't do it. I wonder if he'll suffocate at this point?

That's truly killing someone by destroying their spirit.

Yan Li stood frozen in place, looking just like a silly goose, not daring to move.

She was afraid that Wen Shanbai would blame her for not listening to advice after she woke up, and she was also afraid that she would not only be unable to help, but would also make things worse.

Suddenly, Wen Shanbai, who had been standing still, glanced up, tugged at his collar, revealing a large expanse of white skin, and before Yan Li could react, he staggered toward the other side of the cave.

Not long after, he leaned against the wall and pushed open a hidden door.

Yan Li's pupils immediately contracted.

They had no idea that there was a hidden door in the cave.

Almost instantly, Yan Li followed and stopped Wen Shanbai from closing the door.

"What are you doing?" Yan Li asked almost subconsciously.

At this moment, Wen Shanbai had already reached his limit, his Adam's apple bobbing several times, and a fine sweat had appeared on his bare chest.

He didn't have the energy to explain his current state to Yan Li, but he reminded her again, "Ah Li, I'll be fine, don't come in."

After saying this, Wen Shanbai staggered inside.

Upon hearing this, Yan Li dared not abandon Wen Shanbai.

Just now, he was right under her nose. Regardless of anything else, at least she knew whether he was alive or dead.

But now that he's inside, she doesn't even know when he breathed his last.

So, just a moment later, Yan Li stepped inside, and the stone door behind him closed with a thud.

However, what Yan Li didn't know was that the moment the stone door closed, Wen Shanbai's eyes, which had been sensing Yan Li's breath, instantly darkened.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

His Ah Li is still so easy to fool. Once she's in here, she'll never get out.

When Yan Li came to her senses, she saw that Wen Shanbai had already soaked himself in the pool. As she slowly approached, she felt a chill creep over her.

Behind the hidden door was a natural, icy pool?

Looking at the pool of water emitting a chill, and seeing Wen Shanbai running in it, Yan Li sighed silently.

It seems she really worried for nothing.

Thinking of this, Yan Li turned around again, preparing to leave and wait for Wen Shanbai to come out on his own.

But the original stone door had completely blended into the surrounding walls, so she couldn't help but step forward and try to push it with her hand.

“Ah Li, you can’t find this door.” In the cold pool, Wen Shanbai turned around at some point, his gaze falling on Yan Li as he quietly looked at her.

Upon hearing this, Yan Li's hand tightened slightly, and she put it away, turning around: "Then Xiaobai can..."

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