The consciousness scattered in her mind was like many beads strung together by a rope, Su Moran slowly opened her eyes, but her vision was dim, and she only felt that the strength in her body was as if she had been drained by someone, and she was very weak.

There was also a faint pain behind her, and she remembered that when she was in Fangxia Palace, when she faced Tang Zhuoye, she didn't expect someone else to approach behind her, and then she lost consciousness when she was hit the neck.

Su Moran's hands and feet were tied, and there was not much room for movement here, she would touch the inner wall if she moved slightly, she riveted her strength and pressed her arms against the surroundings, but she heard the familiar sound of hitting wood, she expected that she was locked in a cabinet or box.

tossed, but did not move,

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