He squinted his eyes and charged toward the light full force. At the moment of impact, he suddenly swung the rear of the car and turned the steering wheel.
The spiders were thrown down by the overwhelming force, several spider legs embedded in the iron net still clinging to the roof, green slime trickling down the glass from the roof.
He turned on the windshield wipers to scrape that disgusting stuff to the side and glanced in the rearview mirror to make sure no one was following, then he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and asked, "How is Lu Chen?"
"Dislocation and laceration," Lu Chen had no reaction, but Su Mo next to him felt extremely distressed. She quickly made him drink a sip of Biluochun Tea, "Let's patch up the external injuries first."
"You feed me," he stared at her, his eyes deep.
As Su Mo was told, she hurriedly brought it to his lips, her expression anxious, "Drink quickly."
