"Let me out, let me out!" Yang Ling desperately slapped the white wall cocoon silk net, the entrance had been covered, and there was no trace of ventilation.

Not only is she breathing uncomfortably now, but she is also out of breath, I can't imagine that she is finally reborn, but she is forced to die here, how can she be willing, unwilling, unwilling!

"Let me out, let me out!" The frequent beatings only made her physical strength even worse, and she blamed herself for being petite, unable to match others, and unable to be strong.

There was no sound outside at all, some pictures kept coming to her mind, like scenes in a dream, intoxicating over and over again, why was she still dizzy, was it almost dead?

It's impossible, no matter what she does now, she has to hold on, she must find a way, and she can't wait for death.

As the saying goes, what is called, waiting is not the way, only standing up hard, struggle is true.

Yang Ling reluctantly stood up, and there was a large net of cocoons, and there was nothing to attack her.

If there is a spider, she is in big trouble, and it is sad to think about it, why, why her life is always gloomy.

After looking around, there was no exit she found, and Yang Ling did not plan to give up, what is the charm of contemporary women, although she has not stepped into the label of women, but she also has backbone, looking up, there is a small hole at the top of the white wall of the cocoon.

It's really enough, how to get out of such a small hole, but according to her strength, go to the top, tear open the hole, and then climb out, it should be no problem.

Saying that, she tried to climb, but she was short, and the degree of climbing was greatly strengthened, and Yang Ling was small, the cocoon wire mesh felt rough to the touch, in fact, as long as she accidentally scratched her hand, she could scratch it, Yang Ling crawled several times, and the palms of her hands were stained with blood.

She didn't care about this, she just wanted to go out early, and then beat Mo Chuhan to death, and she didn't tell him anything to find the Spirit of Light.

Climbed and fell, climbed and fell, she is really not an inspirational person, with faith, she must have the confidence to go out, but she can't do it now.

Blood stained her palms, and there were wounds on them, and it turned out that inspirational was really difficult.

However, Yang Ling climbed halfway and grabbed the white hole very hard, which was the only light, and it was also her hope to get out.

"Tear and pull" She tore open the white dot at once, and she grabbed the cocoon next to it and climbed up along the way.

In her lifetime, she actually made a spider spirit once, and she was really convinced.

When her vision expanded, she was surprised by what she saw, this was the cliff, and that such a familiar scene seemed to have been seen somewhere.

And why is the cocoon wire mesh underneath, she is standing on the cliff, the breeze blowing, her feet are a little shaky, but this does not hinder her, she is glad that she finally escaped.

Go forward, why is there no one, where is Mo Chuhan now?

Still, he was not in danger.

Yang Ling ignored the wound on his hand, but still stumbled forward, don't worry too much, and then talk about it when he arrives in Yangcheng.

What if Mo Chuhan had already arrived?

She didn't feel any pain, and she wasn't afraid of a little injury.

It's not that he hasn't been injured, Yang Ling is not so weak, and he doesn't have this kind of hypocritical mind.