Sherry Maili struggled. Forced to look up, she saw the grinning face behind her.

Under the deep and remote green light, the half disfigured face.

Her hair was scattered over Sherry's face, and Sherry looked directly at her horrible face.

"Shen Qingwan..." Sherry tried her best to struggle, but because she just woke up, her physical function has not fully recovered, and now it is equivalent to taking a disadvantage.

The kettle in Sherry's hand fell to the ground and ...