Severe pain in the skull spread along the nerves, and Wen Jiao's fingertips felt a refreshing chill. The three-foot white silk hanging in the air, the upper end tied to the lower end of the beam, was held in the palm of the hand. The moment his feet hit the ground, he screamed, and the back of his head hit the ground hard, causing stars to fly out. Chaotic footsteps and exclamations came: The lady wants to invite her husband as soon as possible. In the half-awake state, ancient courtyards overlap with modern cities. The debt for this hanging beam should be settled from the moment it falls.
