Yan Kuan moved. His legs moved slowly, as if he was waking up. Shen Xiaoxiao was a little excited and wanted to wake him up as soon as possible.
The Obsidian Star in his hand seemed to be something that those people wanted. They had been trying for a long time, but they still could not take it off.
At this moment, Shen Xiaoxiao saw a man holding a knife wanting to cut off Yan Kuan's finger with the Obsidian Star. Shen Xiaoxiao turned pale with fright and cried out anxiously, "No, no..."
The drizzle outside the window started to fall. She touched the sweat on her forehead. How could she wake up at this time? It would be good to dream for a little longer.
She wanted to see if it had been cut down.
She lay down and listened to the drizzle outside the window but could not fall asleep. The room was pitch-black and the raindrops fell on the window with a patter.
