A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,Yi Suya looked very elegant and high-cold, but the adult Lan You rolled her eyes at him in a very unrefined way, disdainfully saying: "If you were my guest, you wouldn't even be able to get through this door."。