In that instant, Zhao Yi only felt his brain go blank, his consciousness spinning; if Lin Shuyou hadn't reached back to prop him up in time, he would've just fallen right off his back.
Like a drowning man breaking the surface, desperately trying to grab onto anything, Zhao Yi started pounding hard on Lin Shuyou's shoulders beneath him, and Lin Shuyou turned his head to look at Zhao Yi.
"Ah You, you're the most honest and reliable one, so I'm going to seriously ask you something, and you have to answer me truthfully. I only trust you."
Lin Shuyou frowned. "What is it?"
Right now, that impatient expression of Lin Shuyou's looked to Zhao Yi like the very visage of an "immortal."
The heart that had already died gave two spasms at this moment, showing faint signs of coming back to life.
