Her consciousness fell into a daze again without her knowing. Lin Yang couldn't tell whether she was still dreaming or awake. She felt a slight chill on her face. Someone touched her cheek gently, carefully but anxiously. Lin Yang forced himself to open his eyes. A pool of silver liquid was hissing around her raised arm. When he saw her wake up, he raised his head excitedly and rubbed her chin lightly.
"Why are you still...staying...here? If...Liu...sees you, he will make you...into a snake soup..." Lin Yang felt dizzy again, and was afraid that he would lose consciousness again soon. He took one last look at it and said, "Let's go...I won't keep you anymore...I'll go find...find..."
The white snake twisted its body restlessly, clinging to Lin Yang's shoulder and gently licking her cheek, but there was no response. The white snake stayed for a while, then silently swam down along Lin Yang's body and drilled into the covered hole under the iron frame.
As the night deepened, the sky was dark without stars or moon. Without the noisy guests, the Iron Blood Sect returned to its quietness after nightfall. The busyness of yesterday had made the disciples in the sect breathless, and the defense was much more relaxed than usual. The night in early spring in February was still very cold, and the whistling cold wind seemed to be looking for an opportunity to take people's lives. In the darkness, two tall figures lightly fell from the wall in a corner of the backyard. The wind completely covered up the only slight sound. The two figures paused in place and walked in different directions.
The rooms in the backyard should be for overnight guests. Although Liam knew that Tiexue Sect would not treat Lin Yang well, he still checked every room one by one to prevent them from hiding Lin Yang. The rooms were empty and the guests who came to celebrate the birthday seemed to have left. The Tiexue Sect was strangely deserted today.
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