C351 The green plume was entangled

"Are you really not afraid of death?" Spider asked.

Hock Seng's face pales, not knowing whether it is from the spider silk or from fear, he stammered in reply: "As long as Great deity can send the spider silk to the Xiao manor, I, I, am willing to sacrifice my life to great deity …"

"Sacrifice?!" Someone could not help but let his imagination run wild again