She suddenly got up and walked forward staggeringly, but was finally blocked by a piece of glass. Lying on the glass, she opened her eyes and looked at Baidi outside the glass house.

"I want to go out! I want to go out!"

Song Jinqiao bit his lower lip tightly and slammed his palms on the glass, but the glass did not shake at all.

She looked out of the glass house in despair, with unwillingness in her eyes.

"I want to go out... I want to go out!" She repeated these words, her voice already hoarse.

Her eyes were blurry and her body was limp, as if she would fall down at any moment, but she kept pounding on the glass.

Why can't I get out... Why am I trapped here...

Could it be that... could it be that I can't do anything at all?

As she thought about this, her mind gradually became distracted, her palm pressed against the glass, and her wrist trembled slightly.

Is this the end?

"Who said that? You still have me."

Suddenly a voice sounded, and the glass in front of Song Jinqiao suddenly turned into a mirror, in which she could see herself clearly.

It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing that it's ridiculous!

"Who are you?"

She muttered to herself, her palm seeping into the mirror. The moment her whole body entered the mirror, her mind fell into darkness.

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"Is this all your strength?" Wang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Baidi lying on the ground with a sarcastic expression.

"How boring! I've seen many males like you lose everything, even their own lives, for their mates."

"What's so good about females? They're weak, incompetent, and stupid... We males should have greater ambitions instead of staying in a corner."

Looking at Baidi who had fallen to the ground and was unable to attack, Wang shook his head and sighed: "What a pity."

As he was about to take action, suddenly a wind blade came straight towards him.

"What a pity?" The lazy voice had a kind of frivolous and smiling beauty, and the tone was slow and affectionate, but there was a creepy feeling, which made people shudder.

Wang quickly dodged, a look of horror flashing in his eyes. He turned around and saw the man wearing a white robe. He was extremely handsome, but there was a hint of evil between his eyebrows. He was shocked: "You are... a female?!"

That half-dead female? !

The woman curled her lips slightly, revealing a faint arc that charmed everyone.

"Tell me, what's the pity? Let me hear it, okay?" The ending tone was raised, and the soft voice was like a floating feather, gently sweeping across the heart.

Having said this, she flashed and disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

"It's a pity for him, but you don't feel sorry for him?"

Just as he finished speaking, Wang was suddenly stabbed in the waist and kicked in the abdomen. It was too late for him to dodge. His body was hit by a huge force and he flew dozens of meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

"Cough cough!" He struggled to get up, blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, his face full of horror.

Is she... is she really a female?!

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"Don't do things you can't do. If you can't do it, why force yourself?"

"Who are you?"

"Me? I am you."

Suddenly, a figure appeared in her sight.

The figure was getting closer and closer, wearing the same clothes as her, and even had the same face as her.

"You don't want to face them, let me do it for you." She smiled and reached out to touch the cheek that was exactly the same as her own.

"Go out? Go out for what?"

"Who...are you?" Song Jinqiao looked at her, his hands trembling slightly, "You are not me."