You Su looked at this strong girl, and a deep respect welled up in his heart. It should be noted that she wasn't a tough cultivator at the moment, but a fragile mortal.
Without further hesitation, You Su grabbed Ji Xueruo's legs and lifted her from the fish body. Countless black thread-like things pulled at the girl's jade feet, his sword-like brows tightened, and he shouted sharply:
"Hold on!"
Then he gave a strong tug, breaking all those links.
The momentary pain was like raging waves, while Ji Xueruo was just a helpless, drifting leaf. Her screams were already lost, and she could only silently vent her pain.
You Su hurriedly searched through the Qiankun Bag for all the spirit pills and herbs, and clumsily fed them to Ji Xueruo.
The girl, exhausted, raised her eyes, with pale skin beneath the densely laced black veins. She couldn't muster any other expression, only murmured:
"Thank you..."
