When Li Lianhua Passed Through Shaobai

The salty sea breeze carried fine sand and slapped the bamboo wall of the thatched cottage. Li Lianhua slowly opened her eyes in a daze. The thatched roof overhead leaked a few rays of sunlight, casting tiny shadows on the mottled mud walls. He tried to push himself up, but found that his whole body was sore as if he had been pricked by countless silver needles. There was a smell of rust in his throat, and the remaining memories came flooding back - the fierce battle with Di Feisheng on the East China Sea, the heartbreaking pain when the Bicha poison attacked, and the suffocating feeling of the cold water pouring into his heart when he fell into the deep sea. "Don't move." A deep voice came from the corner.