"What should we do then?"
Yun Mengyao was pale with fear.
She was young and beautiful, and certainly didn't want to die.
Yin Qianqian pondered for a moment, then said:
"There's only one way now."
"What way?" Yun Mengyao asked urgently.
"We'll have to cut off your arm to prevent the poison from spreading."
Yun Mengyao was almost scared to death.
"No way, absolutely not."
"Well, if you can't, then you might as well prepare to die," Yin Qianqian paused, "It's either the arm or your life. Choose one."
"If it were me, I'd choose to cut off the arm."
Yun Mengyao looked at Qin Yi in terror.
Qin Yi glanced at Yin Qianqian, his expression odd, then said, "I think cutting off the arm to save your life is a fair trade."
"Lady Yun, you could be the one-armed warrior, unique in your own way."
"No, I'd rather die than lose an arm." Yun Mengyao was trembling with tears, her voice quivering.
