Li Yan didn't understand what Gu Qing meant.
He wasn't in the mood to find out, either.
He just wanted to get rid of Gu Qing and rescue Zhao Ji as fast as he could.
Gu Qing let out a faint smile.
Her waist twisted lightly.
Her lower abdomen tensed.
The faint outline of her abs became visible.
A finger-thick, pale-yellow silk thread immediately shot out from her small navel.
The thick thread plunged straight into the heart of the flame.
TSSSST! TSSSST! A sizzling sound echoed out.
Along with a plume of white, acrid smoke.
Li Yan cursed, "What kind of weird trick is this? Don't you fucking know that flames are the perfect counter to spider silk? Just die already!"
WHOOSH!
SPLAT.
"Wha...t?"
The flame in Li Yan's hand suddenly went out.
A strand of silk had already shot onto his palm, sticking fast.
The outside of the thread was charred, forming a thin, brittle black crust, but the core was still a chopstick-thick strand of sticky, pale-yellow silk.
