At this moment, Ou Yangrong stood under the moonlight, struggling. The delicate girl's slender eyes peeked out from between her arms, silently watching him.,However, what was strange was that when Ou Yangrong slowly awoke, he found himself lying on his back on this cold and hard lotus pedestal beneath him.,Ou Yangrong's upper body still maintained the posture of clutching the rope, and he looked up blankly at a round hole that was very similar in size to a manhole cover.。