Ming Luo was trapped in her own sea of ​​consciousness because of the huge mental blow she suffered. She ran and called out in her sea of ​​consciousness, trying to wake herself up and find the little tiger for help.

But her sea of ​​consciousness was no longer the tranquil spring of the past. It was now a vast golden-orange ocean. There was no soft sand, no floating willows, and no sleepy little tiger. She was the only one here, running alone on this endless ocean.

In the blink of an eye, a strong wind suddenly blew up in the sea of ​​consciousness, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the golden orange sea water under the feet turned into huge waves that swept over.

No matter how Mingluo tried to escape, she would be knocked down by the golden-orange liquid. She sank into the vast ocean of consciousness and found herself in a soft and warm golden-orange liquid.

Headache.

I have a splitting headache.

My head hurts so much that I feel like something is about to come out.

Mingluo curled up, huddled in the golden warmth, as weak as an unborn fetus.

Outside the sea, Mingluo's body was still hanging on the spider web.

Hui Yurou clung to Mingluo, greedily sniffing the scent behind her ears and on her neck, with a fascinated expression on her face.

"I've wanted your face for a long time." Hui Yurou said sweetly, as if she was expressing her feelings to a lover she hadn't seen for many years.

Hui Yurou no longer concealed her thoughts and actions. The lower half of her arm turned into a spider leg with a cold glow. The sharp spider leg pressed against Mingluo's tender and tired face, leaving a small dent.

Mingluo subconsciously frowned. Seeing this, Hui Yurou asked again, "How is it? Is the feeling of losing a loved one so painful that it's hard to feel any pain?"

Hui Yurou stopped talking. After smoothing Mingluo's frown, she concentrated on raising her sharp spider legs and slid them along Mingluo's soft face.