At this moment, Baili Xia's head was buzzing, bracing for the onslaught of pain.
Everything around her seemed to recede into the distance, even sounds became completely inaudible.
Would she bleed if she was hit on the head? Would she become an idiot? Would it cause a concussion...
But for some reason, she had been waiting for a long time, and the anticipated pain had not arrived.
The club... didn't hit her. Could it have vanished into thin air?
"Still not getting up, how long do you plan to hold on?"
Suddenly, a magnetic but not particularly warm voice rang out.
Baili Xia was startled, Brother?
How long do you plan to hold on...
Having thought about it, she finally realized she had been clutching his head all this while.
"Brother?" Baili Xia didn't dare let go, and quickly looked around.
But what about those ten or so people just now?
Why did they suddenly disappear?
"They…" Only when those people disappeared did she dare let go of Mu Xiaoyao.
