“I...I...”

The oil lamp kept struggling to escape from Su Li. However, he not only didn’t free itself, but also sensed that Su Li grabbed him more tightly. The poor oil lamp couldn’t bear the load and made a painful voice.

The gray-clothed old servant was panicky. If the oil lamp was broken, he would also die. His life was at stake, so he cast the rule of the book pavilion to the winds immediately.

“Spare me! Please! I remember! The ...