Qin Yi said, "Almost two months."
Yun Mengyao got off the bed, frowned, and said, "I really didn't expect us to be in a coma for so long."
"Who do you blame?"
Qin Yi looked at her sideways.
Yun Mengyao was slightly stunned and instinctively retorted, "Why are you looking at me? Do you blame me?"
"If you weren't so weak, how could they have been captured together?"
Yun Mengyao's pretty face turned slightly red, "You already knew?"
"Nonsense, if I didn't know, could you have woken up now? You'd have long been sent back by the Netherworld Clan to be made into a puppet."
"A puppet?" Yun Mengyao exclaimed in surprise, "What is that?"
Yin Qianqian took over the conversation and said, "It's a technique used by the Netherworld Clan. A puppet is like the living dead, losing the five senses, neither living nor dead, and only following the master's command."
Yun Mengyao's pretty face turned pale; she was obviously scared.
