"Let....go..."
Baili Xia's face had turned cherry red from lack of air, and the strength of her struggle was gradually weakening.
If this continues, she won't make it.
The air she could breathe in was becoming less and less, and her head was slowly starting to spin.
More importantly, Mu Xiaoyao had no intention of stopping.
She... could really die...
Uncle, Uncle, help me, Uncle...
Even though she didn't quite understand why in this moment of crisis, she always thought of the man who always bullied her.
But somehow, every time she faces difficulties, the first person she thinks about is him.
It's just a pity that reality is reality, not a fairy tale.
In reality, a prince doesn't always appear in time to rescue the princess.
Moreover, she's not a princess, and the Uncle is not her prince...
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, Baili Xia used all her remaining strength to speak with difficulty.
